Wednesday Y&R Transcript 3/10/04

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 3/10/04--Canada; Thursday 3/11/04

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Michael: Aah, Sharon! What--what are you doing?

Sharon: Michael! Oh, my God!

Michael: What's wrong? It's okay. Just--just calm down. Give me this. You don't need this, all right?

Sharon: Did you see him?

Michael: See who?

Sharon: He was at the porch. He was at the door.

Michael: There's no one out there, Sharon.

Sharon: There has to be!

Michael: You just calm down, and you tell me what happened.

Sharon: I saw someone through the window, and then the doorknob started to turn, only it was locked. Was that you, Michael?

Michael: No, no, no, I make a point to knock before I go into somebody's house, otherwise I get whacked in the head with a bat.

Sharon: Oh, my God.

Michael: Just get a grip. It was probably a tree branch.

Sharon: No, it wasn't a tree branch, Michael! I saw someone through the window! Unless... unless it was a hallucination.

Michael: What do you mean?

Sharon: Oh, God, the other night I thought I saw Cameron at the window, and his face was all bloody.

Michael: Whoa, whoa. Sweetheart, you're serious.

Sharon: Michael, I think I'm losing it. You have to help me.


Neil: Well, Nick, it looks like we might post a profit in that division by next quarter, believe it or not. Davidson's meeting with our suppliers out west trying to negotiate us a better margin. That's gonna be tricky. However, the good news is we're ready to close on that Michigan property that we talked about. You know the one, the one I was working on, that acquisition. You know, Nick, I figured for lunch maybe we could get some shuttle tickets to the moon, go have lunch there. What do you think? Hey, earth to Nick. Come on, man, just give me a few more minutes. I'm almost done. Hang in there.

Nick: I'm sorry, Neil. I just zoned out a little bit.

Neil: Yeah, I can tell you're preoccupied. Something on your mind you want to talk about?

Nick: It's Sharon.

Neil: Sharon, huh? What's going on with Sharon?

Nick: I don't know. She's going through something, and I can't make any sense of it. You know, she's all over the place; she's freaked out about everything. I want to help her. I just don't know how.

Neil: I assume you've talked to her.

Nick: Yeah, man, I talk to her every day, tell her how much I love her. The thing is, I can feel her fighting something, and it scares me to think she could be slipping away.


Danny: Daniel, are you still there?

Daniel: I'm here.

Danny: I said I want to talk about your mother.

Daniel: I heard you.

Danny: I realize that we haven't discussed her much.

Daniel: Almost never.

Danny: I know this is difficult for you.

Daniel: It's not difficult. I'm just not interested, so moving on...

Danny: This is important, Daniel. Would you hear me out?

Daniel: I'm listening.

Danny: I know you must think about your mother from time.

Daniel: Actually, I donít. Why would I? She's never been a part of my life.

Danny: Do you wish she were?

Daniel: Dad, why are we talking about this now? You know, we'll have plenty of time when I get to Genoa City.

Danny: It can't wait until then, Daniel.

Daniel: Oh, what's the rush? Just tell me.

Danny: Your mother lives in Genoa City, and she knows you're coming. She'd like to see you.


Anita: And I think it looks better, don't you, Frederick?

Frederick: Yeah, definitely. I do.

Brittany: Oh, Mom, Dad, that is sweet of you to say, but we all know that's not true. My scar looks the same as it did yesterday and just like it's gonna look tomorrow.

Anita: Honey, I don't understand why you have to be pessimistic.

Brittany: I'm being realistic, that's all. I'm not gonna pretend it's something it's not.

Frederick: Honey, when's the last time you left this apartment?

Brittany: Dad, donít.

Frederick: Don't what?

Brittany: Don't give me some big pep talk about getting back into the world and making the most of a bad situation and conquering my fears about the way I look.

Frederick: Well, actually, that's exactly what I was gonna do.

Brittany: I know, but I don't need that. I try to get myself pumped up for that every minute of every day, and it isn't working.

Anita: You know, honey, your father has a plan. Come on, hear him out, okay?

Frederick: Come on, would you just save the reaction till I'm finished?

Brittany: Don't tell me-- the bank.

Frederick: Yes, the bank. Come on, give it a chance. You know, you've never once bothered to come down there and find out why I love what I do. It's so worthwhile, and it's interesting. But I do, and you could, too, if you just open yourself up to it.

Anita: Honey, please, just listen to what your father has to say before you turn this down.

Frederick: Honey, I want you to train for a very significant position. I'm not talking about starting as a bank teller and working your way up. You'll be working with our most influential clients.

Brittany: Oh, really? Rich people.

Frederick: Well, we call them accredited investors, but, yes.

Brittany: So you help them count their money?

Frederick: It's called wealth management, and don't make fun of it. It's a very important service. We keep their money safe, we make it grow and we keep it working in the economy.

Brittany: Well, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it, right?

Anita: Brittany, your father is just trying to help you.

Brittany: You want to help? Make this go away, Dad. Make this go away.


Michael: You actually thought you saw Cameron?

Sharon: I, uh, I screamed so loud, I scared Nick and the kids. And then just now, I swear, Michael, I saw someone outside that window.

Michael: Sharon, there's no one out there. You've got to pull yourself together. You've got to get help. You've got to go see a psychiatrist, something. You have to.

Sharon: Well, what am I gonna do? Tell 'em that I killed someone, and now his ghost has come back to haunt me?

Michael: That's a good point.

Sharon: The only reason that I've kept my head together this long is because of Nikki.

Michael: Nikki? I thought you hated Nikki. I thought you hated each other.

Sharon: Yeah, yeah, she's been on my case ever since the New Yearís Eve party wanting to know why I've been acting so weird.

Michael: Well, how did you handle her?

Nikki: I finally had to tell her the truth, Michael.

Michael: Tell her the truth about... that you killed Cameron?

Sharon: Because he tried to rape me.

Michael: You told her about Denver?

Sharon: I told her everything.

Michael: Oh, Sharon, what on earth were you thinking?

Sharon: I didn't have a choice, Michael. I needed an alibi.

Michael: All right, those hours after the New Yearís Eve party, but why?

Sharon: Yes, yes, when I was in Cameronís hotel room and then hiding the body afterwards.

Michael: Sharon, you trusted a woman who hates your guts. Do you realize you may have just put your own neck in a noose?


Neil: Nick, whatever is going on, my guess is Sharon will snap out of it. I mean, especially if you stay close to her and you're patient.

Nick: Maybe there's a little more to it than that.

Neil: Really, like what?

Nick: Did you see the police artist sketch in the newspaper?

Neil: Yeah, yeah, sure. Who didn't?

Nick: Who do you think that looks like? You think it looks like Sharon?

Neil: What? Oh, hell, no. That sketch could be a hundred different women.

Nick: You really think that?

Neil: Nick, what in the world is this about?

Nick: Sharon got so freaked out when Kirsten disappeared, and then someone pointed out the sketch and the resemblance to Sharon.

Neil: Really, and who did that?

Nick: Grace Turner.


Frederick: You know, if I had a magic wand, but I donít. All I can do is help you get a fresh start on your future now.

Brittany: At the bank.

Anita: Would you stop making it sound so awful? That bank has kept this family in very comfortable circumstances.

Brittany: I just want to sit here and figure this out by myself.

Frederick: But you're not. You're sitting here, and you're sitting here. Come on, all we want you to do is come down to the bank and talk with Josh McNolte.

Brittany: Josh McNolte?

Frederick: Mm-hmm. You met him at the G.C.A.C. Once. He's in charge of our platinum accounts.

Brittany: Yeah, he hits on me every chance he gets, although I guess that won't be a problem anymore.

Anita: Come on, not everybody is that shallow, Brittany.

Brittany: We'll see about that.

Frederick: Good, so you'll come down to the bank with us and talk to Josh?

Brittany: I don't want to.

Anita: You just said you would.

Frederick: Yep. Besides, it won't take long. We'll have you back here in no time. All you've got to lose is your low opinion of banking. Hmm? Yeah, I think we got a deal.


Daniel: Mom wants to see me.

Danny: Just for dinner. Now I'd be there, too.

Daniel: That doesn't matter. I'd still be trapped at a table with her.

Danny: No, it won't be that way. Look, if you're uncomfortable, you take off.

Daniel: Was this your idea?

Danny: It was your motherís. I promised to ask. Look, I know this is a lot to throw at you.

Daniel: Tell her I turned down the invitation.

Danny: What, you don't even want to think about it?

Daniel: I don't need to.

Danny: You have no desire to meet her?

Daniel: None.

Danny: Daniel, nobody's expecting anything. I mean, this would just be a chance for you--

Daniel: No. Dad, a long time ago, you and she decided that I'd be better off without her. Let's just leave things the way they are.

Danny: If I didn't think that Phyllis had changed, I wouldn't even be considering this. You have to trust me on that.

Daniel: I don't care if she's a living saint. Now why are you pushing this?

Danny: I thought that now that you're getting older, you might want to get to know your Mother. Look, Daniel, I never believed that my Dad and I would ever become close, but it happened. And now that he's gone, I am so grateful that we had that time together, and I just don't want you to have any regrets.

Daniel: I wonít.

Danny: You say that now, but you don't know.

Daniel: Dad, you're not hearing me. No, I don't want to see her. I don't want to see her now. Not ever! You know, if you try to force this, I won't come to Genoa City at all.

Danny: Daniel, I would never force you to do anything. You know that. Hey, I'm sorry. I-I handled this poorly. I blindsided you. Son, I'm sorry.

Daniel: You were only doing what she asked. Could we just drop this, please?

Danny: Sure.

Daniel: I really should get back to my homework.

Danny: I understand. But I can expect to see you next week, right?

Daniel: Yeah.

Danny: I love you, son.

Daniel: Talk to you soon.

Phyllis: Danny. Danny. Hi. Listen, I was gonna call you later. I've been kind of going out of my mind. So tell me, have you talked to our son?


Frederick: Thank you, Eleanor.

Brittany: This isn't gonna work. I'm getting the creeps already.

Anita: Why, honey? This is a lovely bank.

Brittany: It's not that. It's just those people-- they're like robots.

Anita: Well, if you mean people who come to work at the same time every day and go home at the same time every day, well, welcome to the real world.

Frederick: You know, honey, our employees, for the most part, enjoy their jobs. Once you get good at something, it could be fun. I don't care what it is.

Brittany: How am I going to have fun helping rich, old people put their money to work?

Frederick: It's an art. It's a science. Like anything, you'll learn it with practice. Now why don't we get Josh in here to explain it to you? His kind of enthusiasm can be contagious. Hey, Josh. Yeah, we're ready for you.

Brittany: Oh, God. I can't do this.

Anita: Honey, yes, you can.

Josh: Mr. Hodges.

Frederick: Hello, Josh.

Josh: Hello, Mrs. Hodges. It's great to see you.

Anita: Well, hello, Joshua. You're looking well.

Josh: Thank you. If you weren't the boss' wife, I'd say you're as beautiful as always.

Anita: Mmm.

Josh: Brittany, hi.

Brittany: Hello, Josh.

Josh: How's everything going?


Danny: We talk all the time.

Phyllis: Come on, Danny. You know what I'm talking about. You said that you would talk to Daniel about us getting together when he's in town, just the three of us.

Danny: Look, Phyllis, I know that you--

Phyllis: No. No. It's gonna happen. I decided it's gonna happen. I mean, he's gonna come all the way into town and then what, what, I'm gonna buy a pair of binoculars and chase him around, just hoping for a glimpse? I'm not gonna be stalking my son, okay? It's time for the wounds to heal. I'm his mother. He needs his mother right now.

Danny: Phyllis, please. hey, hey! Just take it easy.

Phyllis: What do you mean, "take it easy"? Don't tell me to take it easy. This is my child we're talking about.

Danny: I am well aware of that.

Phyllis: No, you obviously aren't, because you haven't paved the way with him.

Danny: As a matter of fact--

Phyllis: What? What? What? Are you doing this to torment me? Is that what you're doing? Because I gotta tell you, that's really low and vile.

Danny: All right, look, before you hang me from the highest tree, I have some news.

Phyllis: What? What news do you have?

Danny: I just got off the phone with Daniel. He's coming to town sometime next week.

Phyllis: Oh!


Sharon: Look, you don't understand.

Michael: You're absolutely right. I donít.

Sharon: Nick had me backed into a corner. He insisted that I tell him who I was with after the party.

Michael: You expect me to believe Nikki Newman, the bane of your existence, covered for you?

Sharon: She told him that I had been with her that night.

Michael: That's amazing. It's absolutely amazing. Why should she stick her neck out for you?

Sharon: Because she knows how much her son loves me.

Michael: Are you sure you didn't hallucinate that, too? Because I gotta tell ya, it doesn't make any sense. It really doesnít.

Sharon: Well, that happened, okay?

Michael: What about Weber? Did she give you an alibi for him, too?

Sharon: Not exactly.

Michael: Oh, so the old bulldog, he's still hot on your trail, right?

Sharon: Michael, knock it off, okay? My nerves are shot here as it is.

Michael: Well, I gotta say, you put yourself in quite a pickle.

Sharon: Thank you very much for pointing that out.

Michael: Does Nikki know you confide in me?

Sharon: No.

Michael: Well, that's some relief, isn't it?

Sharon: I'll tell you what I am really worried about, though--Grace Turner.

Michael: What about her?

Sharon: She's been leaning on Nick, asking him all kinds of questions.

Michael: Well, what do you expect? Hey boyfriend vanished into thin air.

Sharon: Yeah, well, I wish she would just lay off. She's making Nick more suspicious.

Michael: I thought you said Nick's mommy took care of that.

Sharon: Not everything. I still can't explain why I was at the Lakeside bar that night nick was out of town.

Michael: Grace told Nick about that?

Sharon: Well, I'm sure she couldn't wait to run and tattle, yeah.

Michael: You are so getting yourself deeper and deeper into this.

Sharon: Michael, damn it, you're not helping me!

Michael: Sharon, you cannot keep-- (knock on door)

Nikki: Sharon? Open the door.

Sharon: Oh, my God. It's Nikki.

Michael: Let her in.

Sharon: No, Michael. She'll know you're involved.

Michael: Let her in, Sharon. (Knock on door)


Frederick: Well, why don't we let you two talk?

Brittany: Dad?

Anita: Sweetie, we will be back in a few minutes, okay? Joshua, please show her the light.

Josh: I'll try, Mrs. Hodges.

Anita: Thank you. (Door closes)

Josh: Well, it's good to see you.

Brittany: What's left of me, you mean.

Josh: Looks like it must have hurt.

Brittany: That was the least of it. You don't remember pain. I remember this every time I look in the mirror.

Josh: It's not that bad, really.

Brittany: How much did my parents pay you to say that?

Josh: They didnít. Listen, Brittany, your Dad wanted me to tell you what we do here and where you could fit in. You don't look too happy about this.

Brittany: Josh, nothing against what you do, but I don't want to work in a bank.

Josh: Okay. Well, at least let me go over it. That way, I've done what I was asked. Maybe I can even change your mind.

Brittany: Go for it.

Josh: Okay. Well, we try to give good service to everyone who has an account with us, but realistically, somebody that has a lot of money is gonna expect some extra service. They want to go over things, which can mean a large portfolio of stocks and bonds and cds and short-term corporate paper and real estate trusts and--

Brittany: I don't know anything about that kind of thing.

Josh: No, but you do know how to read, don't you? The brokerage generates reports and monthly statements, and basically, what we would need for you to do-- well, I could put a fancy name on it. Basically, it's hand-holding. It's going over the accounts, answering questions when you know the answers, finding the answers when you don't, letting the people who have been nice enough to entrust us with their wealth know that we appreciate their business and we care about their money.

Brittany: So it's kind of like public relations.

Josh: Kind of, only you're not trying to sell anything. You're not trying to get anything out of the people that you're dealing with. So it's relaxed. You'd like it, Brittany.

Brittany: I don't know.

Josh: There's another thing. Your Dad, he's a great boss. I think most people think bankers are these boring, stuffy people. But I'll tell ya, we do have fun together. We work hard, and we play hard. We have a softball team, a hockey team. We go skiing. We have picnics. Last year, a bunch of us went down to Mexico for a week. We have a favorite bar down the street. I'm not gonna sit here and say we're one big, happy family, but we do have good times together.

Brittany: So bankers are people, too, huh?

Josh: We like to think so.


Nikki: Sharon? (Knock on door)

Michael: Go on.

Nikki: Ah, there you are.

Sharon: Nikki, this really isn't a good time.

Nikki: You know, I don't care. You got me in the middle of this mess. The least you can do-- what is he doing here?

Michael: You can ask me, Nikki. I won't bite.

Sharon: Um, Michael is here as a friend.

Nikki: Since when are you two friends?

Michael: I'm also here as Sharonís attorney.

Nikki: I wasn't aware my daughter-in-law needed an attorney.

Michael: You can drop the act, Nikki. I know.

Nikki: You know what?

Michael: Everything.

Nikki: Are you talking about--

Michael: Cameron Kirsten? Yes. His untimely demise.

Nikki: Oh, damn it, Sharon. Why didn't you tell me that Michael knew about this?

Sharon: Well, I didn't think it was important.

Nikki: You know, that's it. You don't think. You don't think at all.

Sharon: You and Michael are the only people who know. I swear it.

Michael: I'm here to try and convince Sharon to change that.

Nikki: What do you mean?

Michael: I strongly feel that it's time that she told her husband the truth.

Sharon: I can't tell him, Michael. Why don't you understand? All of the problems that Nick and I have had over the years, they all boil down to issues of trust and fidelity, and this would be the last straw.

Michael: You claim that Cameron tried to rape you.

Sharon: He did try to rape me.

Michael: Yes, and you fought back, resulting in his death.

Sharon: Yes, but--

Michael: Yes, but what? It was an accident. You have nothing to worry about on that score.

Sharon: It's just... it would open up the whole can of worms. When I left town last winter--

Nikki: When you abandoned your family and slept with that scum.

Sharon: He almost killed me, Nikki. I told you that. I was nearly dead.

Michael: The point is, the longer you keep silent, the worse it makes matters.

Sharon: When they finally catch me. That's what you mean, right?

Michael: Isn't it better to have Nick know the whole truth, so that you can rely on his support when you really need it?

Sharon: Why don't you see, Michael? I can't tell him. It's too late! And besides, with Grace in town now, I can't risk it!


Neil: Grace Turner? How the hell is she involved?

Nick: So get this-- she was involved with Cameron back in New York. That's why she's here. She came to town looking for him.

Neil: Now things are starting to fall into place.

Nick: They are?

Neil: Well, think about it. Grace comes to town looking for Kirsten. But, Nick, there's so much damn history between you and that woman.

Nick: Well, you can say that again. Every time she comes to town, Sharon goes a little crazy. Actually, make that a lot crazy.

Neil: So there you go. Mystery solved. Sharon's freaked about Grace. Grace is freaked about Kirsten. Grace decides that Sharon looks like the sketch, lets it slip to you. It's called the power of suggestion, my friend.

Nick: You know, my Mom said the same thing? Damn! Why did I ever listen to Grace?

Neil: No reason I can think of.

Nick: Yeah, but still...

Neil: Still what?

Nick: There is something going on with my wife, and I don't know how to help her.

Neil: Hey, man, look, I'm sorry that things are tough for you, but I'll tell you, if you hang in there, and you're patient, my bet is it'll all work out.

Nick: I hope you're right. Hey, thanks for listening. I'll catch up with you later, all right?

Neil: Yeah, man. Back to the salt mines. I'll catch you later.


Phyllis: Oh, my gosh! Daniel's going to be here next week? Next week?

Danny: If everything goes as planned.

Phyllis: Oh, my God. Oh, my gosh. My son's gonna be here. I'm gonna see my son! I'm finally gonna see my son.

Danny: Look, um, Phyllis, the thing is--

Phyllis: Oh, my God. Don't-- please don't say no. Please don't say no. Danny, you have no idea how important this is to me right now.

Danny: Okay, you need to listen to me--

Phyllis: What day? What day is he gonna be here?

Danny: Phyllis--

Phyllis: I need to know. I need to know because I need to prepare, you know?

Danny: You're not listening.

Phyllis: I mean, I need to get something to wear...

Danny: Phyllis.

Phyllis: Because I have to wear something conservative, but not too conservative, because I don't want to be stuffy. I want him to like me. Do you think he'll like me?

Danny: Phyllis, would you just stop for a second?

Phyllis: Okay. What? What?

Danny: It's not gonna work out this time.

Phyllis: What isn't?

Danny: Seeing Daniel, meeting him face-to-face. I'm sorry. It's just... it's not gonna work out this time.


Josh: You know, I had some pretty serious reservations myself when I came to work here. "What do you do? I'm a banker." Just sounds so boring, right? I'll tell you something-- if you invest your time and your energy, you come to realize that money is pretty interesting stuff. It's not just pieces of paper. It's a power source. It makes everything happen, and you can do magic with it. You can make it multiply. You can move it around the world by pushing a button. I can't really explain it all in five minutes, but it's damn interesting when you get into it.

Brittany: Well, it certainly got you hooked.

Josh: Yeah, it did.

Frederick: So how we doing? Well, is that a little spark of interest I see in your eyes, Brittany?

Josh: I think I got a little carried away with my "money is magic" speech.

Anita: Oh.

Frederick: Hey, well, money can be magical.

Brittany: Well, Josh was pretty convincing, I have to say.

Anita: Hmm.

Frederick: So does that mean that, uh...

Anita: Frederick, let's not put pressure on Brittany. She's just absorbed a lot of information. Why don't we just let it soak in?

Frederick: Good point.

Anita: Brittany, I want to take you out to lunch, okay? Joshua, it was good seeing you again.

Josh: Nice to see you, too. Brittany? Talk to you soon.

Brittany: Sure. Yeah.

Frederick: Ladies. So what do you think?


Michael: I give up. Maybe you can talk some sense into her.

Nikki: Well, he does have a point.

Sharon: Oh, really? You think that Nick is gonna be just fine with the fact that his wife and his mother have gone to such great lengths to hide this from him?

Nikki: By the way, I cannot tell you how much I resent the position you've put me in with my son.

Sharon: Oh, please, Nikki, don't abandon me now.

Nikki: Well, what more do you expect me to do?

Sharon: If you could just go to Detective Weber--

Nikki: No. I already told you, I won't lie to the police.

Sharon: Well, please, please at least keep your mouth shut. The police are closing in on me. They're asking a million questions.

Nikki: I'm sorry, Sharon. That's not my problem.

Michael: The only bright spot on the horizon is the lack of a body.

Nikki: You know, that's another thing you haven't told me about. Where is that? How come the police haven't found it?

Michael: You didn't tell her?

Nikki: Tell me what?

Michael: The body apparently disappeared.

Nikki: What do you mean it disappeared?

Sharon: I was in shock that night, all right? I wasn't thinking clearly.

Michael: She put the body in her trunk.

Sharon: I knew I had to get rid of it, and I was driving around aimlessly, looking for the right spot.

Nikki: What the hell is the matter with you? This is getting worse and worse!

Sharon: Well, I'm sorry, Nikki! I'm a little new at this. I've never killed anyone before.

Michael: Tell her what happened next.

Nikki: What?

Sharon: I went through some hideous things, which I won't bring up right now...

Nikki: Oh, no. Of course not.

Sharon: And I ended up at this bar in the middle of the boondocks where I ran straight into Grace Turner.

Nikki: What? She saw you that night?

Sharon: Yes, and she demanded to know what the hell I was doing there. I don't know, Nikki. I think I must have just lost it at that point. I opened up the trunk--

Nikki: What are you saying? She saw the body?

Sharon: No. No. The body was gone. I have no idea--

Nikki: All right, that's it. I can't hear any more of this. I can't listen to this.

Sharon: Where are you going?

Nikki: Anywhere but here.

Sharon: You're not going to say anything to anyone?

Nikki: I don't know what I'm gonna do. I cannot believe that you've got me involved in this. I don't know what I'm gonna do. (Door slams)

Sharon: God, Michael, what am I gonna do? I'm not even thinking straight anymore.

Michael: Well, body or no body, this thing isn't going away. You might as well get used to that fact.

Sharon: Don't you tell me you're abandoning me now, too.

Michael: I'm your lawyer, Sharon. I'm obligated by law to keep what goes on between us confidential. But if you continue to ignore my advice, I don't know how much longer I can keep you as a client.

Sharon: Michael, please--

Michael: Sharon, I will keep in touch.


Anita: I'm just gonna make one little stop before we take off. You all right?

Brittany: Yeah. I'll wait here.

Anita: Okay.

Frederick: Look, Josh, I realize you're not exactly impartial.

Josh: How do you mean, sir?

Frederick: I was with you at the club when you first met Brittany. I could tell you like her.

Josh: Definitely. She's a great girl, and you know, someday I think she could do a lot of good work here at the bank. She's got personality. She's articulate and friendly.

Frederick: Good. And you filled her in on the platinum accounts, how she'd be working with our credit investors, with our large depositors?

Josh: Yes, yes. Yes, I did, sir. But I have to say, I wonder if this is the right department for Brittany.

Frederick: Josh, look, you know how I normally work, right? At least a year as a teller before you move up an inch. But I can't do that with Brittany. I can't interest her with an offer like that, and I desperately need to interest her.

Josh: You mean because of the accident?

Frederick: Yeah, to get her out of this shell that she's in. Otherwise, this attitude of hers, it's gonna be a permanent fixture.

Josh: Attitude?

Frederick: Yeah. "I'm ugly. I'm deformed. Nobody's ever gonna want to look at me again." I mean, look, I realize I'm her father, but she is a beautiful woman, right? What's a little scar? Right?

Josh: To tell you the truth, Mr. Hodges, it isn't that little.

Frederick: What are you saying?

Josh: Look, you're the boss, okay? But as I was telling Brittany, this job we're talking about, it's hand-holding. You want it to be about "oh, that nice young lady at the back who always remembers my name and helps me get my statement straightened out."

Frederick: Yeah? Well? Brittany can be that nice young lady, can't she?

Josh: I'm concerned it's going to be more "oh, that poor girl at the bank with that awful scar."


Phyllis: You're sorry? What, you're sorry, and I could just go to hell, right?

Danny: If you'll let me explain--

Phyllis: No, I don't want to hear you explain. You're not gonna let me see my son! What, I-- you're not allowing me to see him whatsoever?

Danny: Phyllis--

Phyllis: Let me tell you something. I'll explain something to you, Danny.

Danny: This is not my doing.

Phyllis: Oh, it's not your doing? You have full custody. You call all the shots, and now this is unacceptable to me. I'm taking you to court. This is unacceptable!

Danny: Damn it, I agree with you! I agree with you. I agree with you, all right? I'm not happy about this, but my hands are tied.

Phyllis: Oh, come on. Give me a break. Your hands are tied. What are you telling me?

Danny: I was willing to risk it all, set up the meeting and see how things went. Daniel isnít.

Phyllis: Wait. What are you telling me?

Danny: He doesn't want to see you. He was adamant, and he said if I force him, he will stay at school. He'll skip the whole vacation to the states, and I promised I wouldn't do that to him. I want him to make this trip. That's where things stand. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry.

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