Thursday Y&R Transcript 3/25/04

Y&R Transcript Thursday 3/25/04--Canada; Friday 3/26/04--USA

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Sharon: I have to see Cameron’s body.

Nikki: You can't be serious.

Sharon: I know it sounds crazy, Nikki, but...

Nikki: Yeah, it does. It's insane. You're not thinking straight.

Sharon: I told you I have to be sure that Cameron is dead.

Nikki: What, because of these hallucinations you're having?

Sharon: I saw the man. He was standing right here in this room, clear as day.

Nikki: Okay, you said that he chased you.

Sharon: Yes, it was like something out of a horror movie.

Nikki: And that's when you fell through the atrium glass.

Sharon: This vision, this apparition or whatever it is, it means to harm me, Nikki. There is no doubt in my mind.

Nikki: You know, Sharon, it is probably all those sedatives. You admitted you took too many.

Sharon: No, sedatives do not cause people to see things.

Nikki: Olivia Winters says that it can impair your senses.

Sharon: Well, there's something else.

Nikki: What?

Sharon: That wasn't the first time I saw Cameron.


Nick: You're overreacting.

Victor: I'm overreacting, huh? You are overstepping, son.

Nick: Why, because I didn't hire Phyllis n back? What's the big deal?

Victor: That in itself is not a big deal. It's the attitude that goes along with it.

Nick: What attitude? We're talking personnel management. It's a buyer's market for web designers right now. Why don't we get somebody in here we can trust?

Victor: Not "we," you.

Nick: I'm the one making the decision.

Victor: And you have no permission to make any fundamental changes pertaining to this company without consulting with me first!

Nick: Okay, so what am I supposed to do, nothing while you solve your personal problems?

Victor: I'll tell you what you're supposed to do. Make no fundamental decisions pertaining to this company without my knowledge. Now we're gonna make some changes around here.


Brittany: What are you doing?

Raul: (Whispering) good morning, gorgeous.

Brittany: (Chuckles) what time is it?

Raul: You don't want to know.

Brittany: How did I sleep in so late?

Raul: 'Cause I shut off your alarm. I thought you could use the extra rest.

Brittany: Aren't you thoughtful.

Brittany: Raul.

Raul: Shh. Don't say anything.

Brittany: No, we can’t.

Raul: Baby, I promise I'll be gentle.

Brittany: Raul, stop. I said no.


John: I can't believe how chilly it is out. Spring already, huh?

Ashley: Only on the calendar, huh?

John: Isn't that the truth? So I see that you're working at home this morning.

Ashley: Actually, Daddy, I've already been to the office. I just wanted to talk to you away from prying ears.

John: I came as soon as I got your message.

Ashley: I appreciate that. I've got a lot going on today.

John: All right, sweetheart, come on, what's it about?

Ashley: I had breakfast at the club this morning, and I ran into Victor.

John: Well, come on, how did it go? How was your conversation?

Ashley: Very productive, very productive. I told him we wanted to meet with him as soon as possible.

John: To discuss settling out of court?

Ashley: Correct.

John: Was he amenable?

Ashley: Mm-hmm. He seems very anxious to put this behind him.

John: I would be, too, in his position.

Ashley: In fact, he suggested getting it over with today. I accepted.


Jack: Well, you're here early.

Brad: Early for what?

Jack: Oh, don't tell me you don't know either.

Brad: Know what, Jack? I was just using the boardroom for a conference call. 

Jack: Oh, great, Ash. You didn't even tell your own husband.

Brad: Jack, what are you talking about? Just spit it out, will ya? I can see whatever it is; it's sticking in your craw.

Jack: Your wife has called a surprise board meeting this afternoon. We're going to accept Victor Newman’s offer. Of course, you don't have any problem with that, right, Brad?


Nick: So you still plan on replacing me?

Victor: You bet.

Nick: You have anyone in mind?

Victor: I will.

Nick: You see, I don't know, Dad. You kind of got a lot going on right now.

Victor: Any executive worth his salt would catch up very quickly, son.

Nick: You're just doing this to punish me.

Victor: That may have been the case initially. Now I question your judgment.

Nick: Why, because I didn't give Phyllis her old job back?

Victor: I have questioned your vision, your values... for quite some time. You should not be in control of this company.

Nick: All the reasons that you doubt me, they come down to one thing-- it's because I turned you in to the authorities.

Victor: Yes, son, you turned me in to the authorities.

Nick: So it's about payback, pure and simple. This has nothing to do with the best interests of the company or its employees. I'm good at this, and now you want to replace me with some stranger, to come in here and run our family business and possibly screw it up permanently, and for what? Because you're mad at me.

Victor: Do you know how strange it feels to look my own son in the eyes and to know that you turned me in to the authorities? I will never forget that, ever forget that.


Brittany: Why did you do that?

Raul: Because I wanted to be with you, and I thought you wanted the same thing.

Brittany: Did I ask you to crawl into bed with me?

Raul: No, you didn’t.

Brittany: Then why did you?

Raul: Okay, look, I'm sorry. You're right, okay? I should never have surprised you like that. You're not ready for it. I understand.

Brittany: Raul, we're not a couple anymore.

Raul: Just give yourself some time, Brittany.

Brittany: Honey, I want it this way.

Raul: No, you don’t.

Brittany: Raul, I'm repulsive. I can't let you love me.

Raul: Well, it's not exactly your choice, is it?

Brittany: How could you possibly be attracted to me now?

Raul: I love you.

Brittany: Raul, I am not the person you fell in love with.

Raul: But why, because you look a little different, Brittany?

Brittany: I wouldn't call this horrible scar on my face "little."

Raul: Hey, I look at you; all I see is a girl that makes me smile, period.

Brittany: Raul--

Raul: Babe, listen. I'm not pressuring you. Take as much time as you need, but my feelings have not changed. I want you so much, all of you.

Brittany: Part of me wants you, too, but...

Raul: But what? Why are you holding back?

Brittany: Because I see what you don’t.


Nikki: What are you saying? This has happened before?

Sharon: I thought you already knew that.

Nikki: Sharon, when you said "hallucinations," I had no idea you meant anything like this.

Sharon: Cameron. Cameron outside of my window with bloody face and all staring in at me.

Nikki: Oh, my God. No wonder you've been so rattled.

Sharon: Now do you see why I needed those pills?

Nikki: I really am worried about you.

Sharon: Well, I'm worried about me, too, Nikki. I mean, I know realistically it is not possible that Cameron is still alive, but--

Nikki: All right, look, I have asked you this before-- now think, are you absolutely sure that you killed him that night?

Sharon: I checked his pulse.

Nikki: Yeah, but you were in shock, Sharon. Maybe you made a mistake. Maybe he had a weak pulse and you didn't notice it.

Sharon: I'd love to believe that he's still alive.

Nikki: Didn't you say that he was buried in the snow for weeks?

Sharon: Yes. When I went back to move the body, he was stiff as a board. Believe me, no one could have survived that.

Nikki: Okay. Well, that's it then. You are seeing things.

Sharon: Well, then why is he so damn real?!

Nikki: I don't know, Sharon. I don't have the answer to that.

Sharon: That's why I have to see him, Nikki, with my own eyes. Will you help me?

Nikki: No. No, I will not allow you to get me more involved in this thing than I already am.

Sharon: I'm sorry. I know I have no right to ask, and you've done so much already.

Nikki: And if you have a brain left in your head, you will forget about this ridiculous idea. Go to a psychiatrist or wherever you have to go, but don't go looking for more trouble. Anyway, you said you didn't know where the body was.

Sharon: But Larry does.

Nikki: Oh, my god. That poor man went way out on a limb for you. Don't involve him any further.

Sharon: What am I suppose to do, huh? Am I supposed to just act like everything is fine?

Nikki: Yes. Yes. Pull yourself together. For your husband's sake, for your children's sake, just do it.

Sharon: Well, that's easy for you to say. You don't have a dead man stalking you.

Nikki: Look, the fact remains whether it was in self-defense or not, whether he tried to rape you or not, you killed Cameron Kirsten, and the last thing you need is to be found anywhere near his body.


Raul: And what does that mean? What do you see that I don't, Brittany?

Brittany: Everything you'll be giving up if we stay together.

Raul: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Brittany: Raul, you're not like most guys our age. You don't see the world as one big party. You're all about making plans and settling down.

Raul: And that's bad?

Brittany: I won't let you throw away the picture you have in your head of the life you want someday-- perfect job, perfect wife, perfect kids. I don't fit anymore.

Raul: You really think I'm that shallow, Brittany?

Brittany: I think my face is that hideous.

Raul: Where do you get this? When have you ever heard me say that I have this--

Brittany: That's my point, Raul. You would never say anything because you're so sweet and wonderful. And you deserve better than me.

Raul: There is no one better than you.

Brittany: You have to move on. In the long run, you'll be glad you did. And I'm sure the perfect girl for you is out there somewhere.

Raul: No, I am not giving up on us, Brittany.

Brittany: Raul, I would only hold you back, and you're gonna be a huge success someday.

Brittany: You can't have a wife who looks like me.

Brittany: I think you should go now.

Raul: You know, it's only a scar, Brittany. People go through life. They get banged up along the way. It doesn't have to change anything-- only if you let it.


Jack: Be honest with me, Brad. You gotta be a little ticked off that Ash would pull something like this.

Brad: Yeah, so what if I am? Should a board meeting be called with more notice? Of course it should. But it's not like we don't know the agenda.

Jack: So you're perfectly okay with Newman waltzing in here and writing us a check, no questions asked?

Brad: We've asked the questions, Jack. Remember, you were outvoted.

Jack: Oh, believe me, I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten a thing.

Brad: So why do you keep spinning your wheels on it?

Jack: Because I don't think you can put a price on dignity.

Brad: (Sighs)

Jack: That's what Newman is buying today-- your dignity and mine.

Brad: Come on, Jack, spare me. This is a business decision, pure and simple.

Jack: Yeah, one my sister is all too comfortable pushing through no matter what.

Brad: Oh, so that's what this is really about. You're upset because Ash is flexing her muscle.

Jack: Things you and I sweat blood for, she's ready to throw out the window. What's next, Tuvia? Brad, I could use some help here.

Brad: No. Unh-unh, I am not about to pick sides of a fight between brother and sister. And I'll tell you something else. After everything we've been through, the last thing I want is to be at odds with my wife, especially when I feel it isn't warranted.

Jack: Well, it's your loss. You make a mistake thinking I'm the only one threatened by the new, improved Ashley Abbott. You are, too.

Brad: And how do you figure that?

Jack: I talked to Ashley at the Athletic Club today. She told me she's gonna tell Newman all about Abby. Now don't tell me that doesn't stick in your craw.


John: So Victor wants a meeting today.

Ashley: I think I had the same expression on my face.

John: Well, if he's prepared to make restitution, no point delaying.

Ashley: I'm glad we're in sync, Dad.

John: Well, I gather you scheduled the meeting.

Ashley: 2:00 sharp. I just wanted to tell you personally.

John: So your brother Jack couldn't put his spin on it?

Ashley: He”s s not a happy camper.

John: Is he planning to attend?

Ashley: Grinding his teeth the whole way.

John: (Sighs) I'll bet. Have you contacted the board?

Ashley: Well, I had Rhonda call Nikki and Jill, and I left a voice mail for Brad. I'm assuming everybody's gonna be there.

John: Well, I thank you for the heads up. Is Abby upstairs? I've been so busy; I haven't had time to see her much lately.

Ashley: Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. She's out with Frances right now.

John: Oh, honey, it's all right. Don't even give it any thought. You've got a lot on your mind right now.

Ashley: Yeah, you're right about that.

John: Tell Abby that ol' granddaddy here will pick her up soon, and I'll take her to a movie. Is that all right with you?

Ashley: Of course. She'll love that.

John: You know, honey, you suddenly seem rather preoccupied. Did I say something wrong about Abby?

Ashley: No, no, Daddy. I just worry about her sometimes.

John: Why?

Ashley: I'm her Mom.

John: Well, honey, that goes with the territory. And besides, she does have a father. What?

Ashley: I need to gather my thoughts before the meeting. Would you mind seeing yourself out? I'm gonna go upstairs.

John: Of course not.

Ashley: Thanks, Dad. Bye.


Victor: You think what you want, son. When you, as my boy, bring in the authorities to question me and how I run this company when this could have been settled within the confines of our company, then I know you're not interested in the welfare of this company nor in the welfare of its employees.

Nick: You're wrong. I would bet most of our people thought they were working for an honest company. Well, they need to know that we don't allow cheating, not even at the top.

Victor: The damage you have done far outweighs its benefits.

Nick: What damage? I've been running this company for awhile, and things are running pretty smoothly.

Victor: You know why? With projects that I started.

Nick: I don't deny that. And I never said you're not a brilliant businessperson. Your problem is you're too competitive for your own good or the good of this company.

Victor: You better start looking at your own shortcomings, son, before you judge others.

Nick: And you're gonna show me that by, how, demoting me again?

Victor: You bet, until I find someone who's better qualified than you.

Nick: Sharon? What happened to you?

Nick: Babe, what happened to you?

Sharon: Oh, I, uh... I had a little accident. It's really not as bad as it looks. It's just a few cuts and scrapes.

Nick: Are you all right? Were you in the car?

Sharon: Uh, no. It was just one of those freak things, you know? It happened up at the main house.

Victor: What happened at the main house?

Sharon: Uh, stupid me, I was watering some plants for Nikki in the atrium, and I must have spilled some water or something because I slipped and then I fell through the glass.

Victor: Huh.

Nick: Oh, my God, you could have been seriously hurt.

Sharon: Well, Nikki took me to the emergency room, and they patched me up. And they said they think I'm gonna be fine.

Victor: Well, I guess under the circumstances, you should consider yourself lucky. It could have been much worse.

Sharon: Yeah, I know.

Nick: Dad, would you mind if I spent some time alone with my wife?

Victor: Not at all. And I hope you get better soon, Sharon.

Sharon: Thank you.

Victor: You and I will continue this conversation.


Woman: (Speech impediment) excuse me. Have you seen an umbrella anywhere?

Brittany: Huh?

Woman: My umbrella--I had it when I was sitting here earlier.

Brittany: Oh, um...

Brittany: Here.

Woman: Thanks. Guy on TV said it's supposed to sleet today. Gosh, you think spring; we might get a break but no such luck, huh?

Brittany: Yeah, I guess.

Woman: Darn lousy weather. Makes me wonder why I just don't move south.

Brittany: Could you please not talk to me?

Woman: Excuse me?

Brittany: I would like to be alone. Please go away.

Woman: I'm making you uncomfortable?

Brittany: I just don't feel like--

Woman: You don't have to say anything. I'm used to people like you.


Ashley: Hi, sweetie. Sorry about that interruption earlier. What I wanted to say-- I have something to tell you, and it's something I can't keep to myself any longer.

Frances: Let's find those mittens of yours, Abby, so we can go back to the park, okay? Now where did we leave them? Was it the kitchen table?

Abby: Maybe.

Frances: I'll go look. Be right back.


Brad: What you're telling me isn't new information, Jack. Ash has been planning to talk to Victor about Abby for awhile now.

Jack: And you're gonna let her?

Brad: I don't have a choice. It's Ash's decision.

Jack: You don't have any trouble at all with this.

Brad: Do I like it? No, I hate it. But I hated watching my wife slip away from me a lot more.

Jack: Wait, wait, because she had a breakdown, you're gonna let her get away with any stunt she wants no matter how it affects other people's lives.

Brad: What do you suggest I do? Ash feels she needs to reveal Abby’s secret to Victor. It's the only way she can maintain her sanity, for God's sake.

Jack: Well, let's hope that's all it is.

Brad: Meaning...?

Jack: If ever you were looking for evidence of Ashley’s feelings for Victor, I think you found them. Why else would she tell him they share a child?

Brad: Are you questioning Ash's feelings for me?

Jack: I am questioning Ashley’s feelings for Victor, feelings you and I both know don't disappear overnight.

Brad: She loves me, not Newman.

Jack: I think you're allowing your emotions to cloud your judgment.

Brad: And I think you're projecting. Ash isn't Phyllis.

Jack: You leave Phyllis out of this.

Brad: Why, because you know she was always more loyal to Newman than to you?

Jack: Obviously, he has some effect on both women. Neither seems to be able to see him for what he really is.

Brad: Ash knows what he is.

Jack: I'm not so sure. You've seen the effect he has on her.

Brad: So you'd be willing to watch your sister slip away again?

Jack: I don't want to see my sister lost to Newman again. So tell your wife to keep her mouth shut.

Brad: Or what? You gonna make her part of your little vendetta, too?

Jack: Brad. Brad, listen to me.

Brad: No, you listen to me. You want to whine about Ash, fine. You want to whine about the board meeting, fine. But you don't tell me how to run my marriage, Jack.


Sharon: So what did you and your dad talk about?

Nick: The usual-- he wants to replace me.

Sharon: Oh. So you guys argued?

Nick: Yeah, we argued, Sharon, but I don't want to talk about that, all right? I want to talk about your accident.

Sharon: Well, I told you pretty much everything there is to tell.

Nick: Still seems a little weird to me.

Sharon: Why?

Nick: Well, for starters, what are you doing watering plants up at the main house? That's Miguel’s job or my Mom's.

Sharon: It was no big deal. You know, Nikki and I have been getting closer lately, and I just wanted to help out.

Nick: Sharon, you could have sliced your arm off.

Sharon: I'm fine, okay? A few minor cuts.

Nick: You said you slipped. Do you think that's because of the sedatives you're taking?

Sharon: No, of course not.

Nick: Are you sure?

Sharon: Nick, they're not heavy tranquilizers. It's just, you know, something that helps me relax a little, that's all.

Nick: I hope so.

Sharon: Hey, what are you doing home in the middle of the afternoon, anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at the office?

Nick: I came home to check on you.

Sharon: But you didn't even know about my accident.

Nick: No, but I saw you taking those pills this morning.

Sharon: Okay, look, if you want to make a federal case out of that, I'll just stop taking them.

Nick: Well, maybe that's a good idea, Sharon. Because I don't want you getting too dependent on those things.

Sharon: Oh, jeez, Nick. I take a mild sedative, and now you've got me hooked on drugs.

Nick: I'm just concerned, that's all.

Sharon: Why?

Nick: Sharon, even you admit you're not yourself lately.

Sharon: Well, honey, I told you not to worry so much about that.

Nick: Baby, you are my wife, okay? And that means I worry about you because I love you.

Sharon: I love you, too.

Nick: It's just you're so rattled lately. Sometimes you look like you want to jump out of your skin.

Sharon: Okay, Nick, come on. Don't overreact.

Nick: Am I, Sharon? Am I overreacting? Sharon, then tell me something-- why is it you refuse to discuss what you're going through with me? Your own husband, why is that?


Brittany: You're used to people like me?

Woman: I ought to be. I've been dealing with folks like you my whole life.

Brittany: You have? Where?

Woman: Everywhere. I mean, I can't go down the street without people staring and making jokes. I wish I could say it gets easier, but it doesn’t.

Brittany: Oh, wait. You're talking about you. Your--

Woman: Yeah, my little challenge. What did you think I meant?

Brittany: Never mind.

Woman: Oh, well. I won't bother you any longer.

Brittany: Wait. I'm sorry if I was rude earlier. It has nothing to do with you. Really.

Woman: Rough day?

Brittany: I wish that's all it was.

Woman: Well, at least you don't clear restaurants when you use a steak knife. That's a joke. You can laugh.

Brittany: Oh. Right.

Woman: So, um... what's with the scarf?

Brittany: I just felt like wearing it.

Woman: Looks to me like you're hiding something. Look, would it help if I go first? My name is Rose, and I have cerebral palsy. Okay, now it's your turn.

Brittany: I'm Brittany, and I was burned recently on my face.

Rose: How bad?

Brittany: Bad.

Rose: You're right, that's a nasty-looking scar.

Brittany: Well, thanks a lot.

Rose: Well, it is. So what?

Brittany: So what? Look at me. I look like a total freak.

Rose: Would it help if I told you I've seen worse?

Brittany: No, it wouldn’t.

Rose: So how long are you gonna wear the scarf?

Brittany: I don't know. Forever.

Rose: If you ask me, you look better without it.

Brittany: Whatever.

Rose: Why would you cover up the real you?

Brittany: This isn't the real me. The real Brittany was beautiful and confident and had an amazing future. Now I have none of those things.


Nick: I don't mean to be so rough on you.

Sharon: Then why are you always grilling me like this?

Nick: Because it hurts me, you think you can't confide in me.

Sharon: Sweetheart, you don't understand.

Nick: No, I don’t. Why can't you talk to me?

Sharon: Because it's just... I don't know. It's one of those things that women go through.

Nick: So that's what it is. Your hormones, they're a little out of whack?

Sharon: No, not exactly. It's just hard to explain. Please don't make me.

Nick: Well, I hope you're doing something about it.

Sharon: I am. I mean, I will very soon. In the meantime, the pills that the doctor gave me are helping me.

Nick: Maybe I can help you.

Sharon: How?

Nick: Let's get outta here, you know, just the two of us. We'll go away for, like, a week or something. My mom can watch the kids.

Sharon: That sounds great. That sounds really wonderful. Can we?

Nick: We can do whatever we want, especially if that's what you need.

Sharon: I think that is what I need. In fact, I think that's exactly what I need is to just get out of here, be with you, the man that I love.

Sharon: Don't you have to get back to work?

Nick: Yeah, I do. Just take it easy today, all right? Get some rest.

Sharon: That's what the doctor told me.

Nick: Then do it. You promise?

Sharon: I promise.

Nick: All right.


Rose: Let me get this straight-- you're not pretty, you're not confident, and you have a lousy future in store. What do you have to live for?

Brittany: That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Rose: Must be tough getting up each morning.

Brittany: You have no idea what it's like.

Rose: To be different?

Brittany: I didn't mean it like that.

Rose: Do you have anyplace you have to be right now?

Brittany: No. Why?

Rose: Well, I want to tell you a story. It might give you a new angle on your situation.


(Telephone rings) (Ring) (Ring)

Larry: Yo.

Sharon: Larry.

Larry: Sharon?

Sharon: Yeah. Look, um, I need to see you.

Larry: Right now?

Sharon: The sooner, the better.

Larry: Is something wrong?

Sharon: I'll just tell you when I see you, okay?

Larry: Yeah, you sound kinda tense.

Sharon: So when can we get together?

Larry: Well, I've got a doctor's appointment to go check on my arm.

Sharon: Well, whenever you can make it, let me know.

Larry: Hey, you sure you're all right?

Sharon: Yeah. But don't forget, okay? It's important.

Larry: Yeah, yeah. I'll call you the minute I get a chance.

Sharon: Thanks, Larry.

Larry: See ya.


Brad: Enough, Jack. I don't want to hear it! My relationship with Ash is not open for discussion.

Jack: If it affects this company, it sure as hell is.

Brad: I'm telling you not to push me, all right? I already have one man interfering in my marriage.

Jack: Look, your wife is running amuck. She barely has recovered from her breakdown, and she's turning everything on its ear around here, and for one reason.

Brad: I swear to God, you say it's because of Newman--

Jack: That man owes us. You know that, Brad. Finally we have a chance, a chance to collect.

Brad: If we survive long enough, and that's a big "if."

Jack: Brad, this is a matter of honor.

Brad: No, Jack, it's a matter of sour grapes-- yours. You were outvoted. Get over it. The vendetta ends here.

Jack: And what about this insane idea of letting Newman in on the truth about Abby?

Brad: You don't get a vote on that.

Jack: She's my sister!

Brad: And she's my wife! And I'm gonna do whatever it takes to protect her. I will not cross her on this. And if that hurts your pride, so be it.

Brad: See you at the board meeting.


[Ashley watching the video where she tells her daughter Abby about Victor. Abby is standing outside the door and sees the video too without Ashley knowing she’s there.]

Ashley: I hope you can feel my arms around you and feel how much I love you. Because what I'm about to say to you is something very important. And it's something that nobody else knows, Abby, no one. But now I think the time has come for you to know, too. So I've already told you the joy it brought to my life having a child. I realized at a certain point that I would never be completely fulfilled unless that happened for me. But the problem was there was no man in my life. There was no Brad. I didn't know that I was gonna marry this incredible man who would turn out to be such a perfect father. So I decided to have a child on my own. And I was gonna raise that child as a single parent. And, Abby, I have never doubted that decision, not for one single second. You are the light of my life, sweetie. The one thing I'm having a little trouble with is... I never told your biological father the truth-- that you are his child. And see, I decided from the very beginning that I didn't want to do that because I didn't want to make him feel responsible. But I also believed that if the day ever came that you wanted to know, of course I would tell you. Sweetie... gosh. Things have changed in my life. And I'm not sure I'm gonna be around when you're old enough to understand all this. And if something happens to me, there is no one else to tell you the truth. So I've got to get my house in order, don't you think? And I want you to know that whatever you want to do with this information, it's just completely up to you.

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