Thursday Y&R Transcript 9/2/04

Y&R Transcript Thursday 9/2/04--Canada; Friday 9/3/04--USA

By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Dru: Well, this beats all. Ha! I'm not a good enough role model for Devon, huh?

Neil: What are you talk-- the way you've been acting, going behind my back, toying with this boy's life-- how is any of that supposed to instill positive values in him?

Dru: So this is about me now?

Neil: You know what, Dru? We are husband and wife. What does that mean, traditionally, the left hand always knows what the right hand is doing? I mean, this isn't about, um, your heart being in the right place. It isn't about Devon being a good kid. It's about us, our marriage.

Dru: You know, the mere fact that you don't trust me says quite a bit about our marriage, Neil.

Neil: How many times have you gone behind my back since I've known you? Many times.

Dru: Neil, I'm just trying to give this kid a chance to be a part of a loving family, a chance clearly you don't wanna afford the boy.

Neil: There you go again, trying to change the subject.

Dru: I'm not trying to change the subject. Okay, you wanna talk about our marriage? We'll talk about our marriage. But let me ask you this. Why don't you wanna be this kid's foster father? I mean, that says a lot about you more so than our marriage.


Jack: Having an important meeting with yourself?

Jill: Oh, that's very funny. What are you doing at Jabot?

Jack: Oh, I stopped by to check on Jennifer, make sure you heathens are treating my former assistant with the dignity and respect she deserves.

Jill: Jennifer is just fine.

Jack: Jennifer is fine. You're not. What's wrong?

Jill: I was told there was going to be a meeting here. I've been here for ten minutes. No one else has shown up yet.

Jack: Oh, dear, I hope this isn't cutting into your time with Elliot Hampton.

Jill: Just be careful. I'm not in the mood for that right now.

Jack: No, sugar, you're the one that needs to be careful.


J.T.: Hey, Paul. Got a minute?

Paul: Yeah, come on in. Hey, Brittany. So how'd it go at Fenmore's?

J.T.: Ah, mystery solved.

Paul: You caught the person who was stealing the merchandise?

J.T.: One of the salesclerks, and actually, she had the customers do it, but she was making a nice little profit.

Paul: You wanna explain that to me?

J.T.: It's all right here.

Brittany: J.T. recorded the whole thing.

Paul: You're kidding.

J.T.: No, no, listen for yourself.


(Door opens)

Nick: Wow.

Sharon: Poor baby. You look so... stressed.

Nick: Yeah, I've been at these numbers all day. They're starting to--who cares? You look hot.

Sharon: Somebody needs to take a break.

Nick: Yeah, maybe.

Sharon: Maybe I can help.

Nick: My wife and your magic fingers.

Sharon: Better?

Nick: Oh, yeah.

Sharon: Nick, are you okay?

Nick: I am now.


Reporter: Can you give us a statement, Mr. Fisher?

Reporter #2: Did you know the man who attacked Miss Winters?

Kevin: Wait, how did you even know about what I did?

Reporter: Somebody called the newspaper.

Reporter #2: Tipped us off about the fight at the new recreation center.

Reporter: When we heard about the attack on Lily Winters, we wanted to meet the young man who saved her.

Daniel: You're famous, Kevin.

Kevin: It was just pure luck that I happened to be there.

Reporter #2: You must be grateful to this man, Miss Winters.

Lily: I am.

Reporter: Do you have anything to say to him, Lily?

Lily: Thank you, Kevin. You were really brave.

Reporter #2: Sit down, Mr. Fisher. I'd like to do a quick bio.

Kevin: Okay, um...

Reporter #2: Tell me about yourself.

Kevin: I grew up in Detroit, and there's no "c" in Fisher. It's just F-i-s-h-e-r.


Phyllis: Listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I mean, words-- words probably are meaningless right now, right?

Damon: No, no, no, they're not.

Phyllis: I don't know what to say.

Damon: What's there to say? Dead is dead, right?

Phyllis: Right. When did he die?

Damon: A long time ago.

Phyllis: But not long enough to make the pain go away, right?

Damon: Yeah, I don't suppose that'll ever happen.

Phyllis: How old?

Damon: 8. 8 years old, 8 years ago.

Phyllis: Oh, so he would have been...

Damon: 16.

Phyllis: 16.

Damon: Yeah. Like Daniel. And I can't tell you how many times that boy will say something or move or sit down and just his body language, his whole persona will just remind me of Elias.

Phyllis: His name was Elias?

Damon: Yeah. 'Lias. Elias.

Phyllis: I'm surprised that you think Elias reminds you of Daniel.

Damon: Why? Because he and I have issues?

Phyllis: Uh, mm-hmm.

Damon: I reckon that's my hang-up. I don't know. Uh... I guess I just think that every 16-year-old boy should be glad to be alive. It's a gift. It's a gift, you know? You're never more aware of that till that gift is taken away.

Phyllis: How did it happen?

Damon: He died, Phyllis. He's dead. What does it matter how it happened?

Phyllis: Okay. I won't ask you any more questions if you don't want me to.

Damon: I think the thing is I don't--I don't-- I don't know how to...

Damon: It's so ugly, and it was put away so deep. And you, I know that you have been so patient with me, even while it was hurting you. I love you for that. I do. In fact, you deserve to know what this thing is that I've been carrying around.

Damon: Or maybe--maybe now I just--I just need you to know.

Damon: Um... he--we, uh, uh, I had-- I had been driving him home from--we'd been riding, and he had been finding his way around a touchy new horse, and, um, this boy loved horses.

Phyllis: Yeah.

Damon: He loved horses.

Phyllis: Just like his Dad, right?

Damon: Yeah, yeah. And he dreamed that he was gonna be an Olympic champion. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine that? Parenting with my hair colour.


Neil: You know something, Dru? You have been trying to change my mind about this since day one.

Dru: Damn straight I've been trying to get you to change your mind because being a part of a family is critical to this child.

Neil: That's why it's not fair to dangle the carrot in front of him and then snatch it away. I mean, why would you let that boy think that this arrangement is anything but temporary?

Dru: Do you think he would have made the progress that he's made if he thought that he was gonna be snatched away from our apartment the next day, Neil?

Neil: At least that would have been honest.

Dru: It would have been stupid. He needs to catch a break in his life.

Neil: We've already done more for him than anyone else ever has.

Dru: Why would we stop now? No one's gonna take a 16-year-old black boy, and you know it.

Neil: Okay, what about Lily?! Who's gonna take care of Lily, huh? That's right, Dru. You have been so focused, so caught up in Devon. Devon this, Devon that. It's all about Devon. What about our daughter's needs, especially after what she's been through?


Paul: Gotta hand it to you, J.T. That's damn fine work. That's excellent.

J.T.: Thanks, Paul*.

Paul: Seriously. Very creative. You two make a very good team. I gotta go over to the new office. But I'm gonna be taking on some new cases very soon. Uh, there might be more work than I can handle alone, and I know you're back in school, but I hope I can count on you for some help.

J.T.: Yeah, anytime. I'm there.

Paul: Awesome. Congratulations.

J.T.: Thank you.

Paul: Both of you.

Brittany: Thanks.

Paul: Check's in the mail.

J.T.: Oh, great. All right.


Jill: Jack, my angel, don't you think I'm a big enough girl to look after myself?

Jack: Yes, I do. The question is, will you?

Jill: Oh, my God. Are you gonna give me some more advice about steering clear of Elliot?

Jack: No, not steering clear. Steering carefully.

Jill: I told you, I'm keeping any eye on him, all right? I'm keeping an eye on how he's doing business over at chancellor. But is there a law that says I can't enjoy myself while I'm doing that?

Jack: So you're definitely gonna see him socially again.

Jill: Yeah, I'm seeing him for lunch tomorrow. Isn't that scandalous?

Jack: While you're at it, don't neglect dear old Jabot. I got a lot of shares in this company.

Jill: Yeah, so do I. Meanwhile, I'm the one standing here, waiting for the meeting to start.

Jack: Jill, you bring a lot of energy, enthusiasm and professionalism to this place. You're a great asset.

Jill: Thank you. I don't get told that very often these days.

Jack: Well, you should. I'm outta here. Tell everyone I said hi.

Jill: I will.

Jack: Well, speak of the devil.

Brad: What are you doing here?

Jack: Haunting the halls, just haunting the halls. You all have a nice meeting.

Brad: Haunting the hall.

Jill: So very nice of you to show up. So what's all the fuss about? Hey, guys, what's up?


Reporter #2: So I guess this is the Detroit boy's 15 minutes of fame.

Kevin: (Laughs) well, I really didn't do anything all that incredible.

Cassie: Are you kidding?

Sierra: Yeah, God only knows what that jerk might have done to Lily if you hadn't run him off.

Kevin: I'm just glad she's okay. That's all that matters.

Daniel: Well, why don't you guys get a picture of Kevin and Lily together?

Kevin: Uh, I don't know if that’s...

Sierra: Come on, Kevin. Lily won't mind, will you?

Photographer: Okay with you, Miss Winters?

Devon: Hey, Lily, you don't have to do this.

Lily: No, it's okay. It's fine. Yeah.

Reporter: Put your arm around her, Kevin.

Lily: Who would have ever imagined we’d be having our picture taken together? And me thanking you for protecting me?

Photographer: Big smile, kids.


Nick:You know, I could hold you like this forever.

Sharon: Well, so could I, but I have to get out there and help Trevor.

Nick: No, no, no. Trevor's fine. Besides, I need another kiss.

Sharon: Nick, really, come on.

Nick: Hey, your kisses are like potato chips. I can't be satisfied with just one.

Sharon: Uh-huh.

Nick: Mm-hmm.

Sharon: I-I know that gleam in your eye. You're looking for more than just another kiss, aren't you?

Nick: You mean this one?

Sharon: Mm-hmm.

Nick: Oh, yeah, maybe I am.

Sharon: I have to go check on Noah.

Nick: Noah is fine. Cassie and Trevor are both looking after him.

Sharon: You are a bad boy, Nicholas Newman.

Nick: Well, maybe I need a spanking.

Sharon: Mm-hmm, maybe I'm gonna give you one... later.

Sharon: I love you.

Nick: Love you, too.


Phyllis: You haven't told me about Elias' mom.

Damon: Adrianne. She's a warm, loving, beautiful woman.

Phyllis: Uh-huh. That's great. Your--your wife or girlfriend or...

Damon: Wife.

Phyllis: Your wife. Where is she now?

Damon: No idea. I haven't spoken to her in years.

Phyllis: Oh. Are you still married?

Damon: Divorced.

Phyllis: You're divorced.

Damon: She couldn't bear to be around me after Elias' death.

Phyllis: Wow. And that's when you two need each other the most.

Damon: Mm, well, I wasn't exactly available then. I was a... pretty cheap excuse for a human being.

Phyllis: Oh, I-I doubt that.

Damon: Don’t. When Elias was killed, a big piece of me was killed with him. I had no soul. I just wanted... I just wanted revenge, and it took over my entire life. I had nothing to offer a grieving mother. You know, if we had kept him home that day...

Phyllis: Yeah. Right. I don't--but you still haven't told me what happened.

Damon: Yeah. We left the stable, and we went to this fast food joint. You know kids and burgers...

Phyllis: Mm-hmm.

Damon: And we were sitting out eating, talking about horses. You know, he had taken a fall off that skittish mare that day. She threw him. He was airborne. You know, boom. He climbed right back up on her and reined her in. I was very proud of him. And there were some fellas from the street just, uh, giving us a little grief. You know how fellas kinda do. You know, "why don't you give me a dollar?" "Yo, man, where you get that shirt?" We laughed it off till one of 'em got a little bit too smart, right? I just had to put him straight. It was no big thing, you know? I mean, I never-- I never thought...

Damon: They're kids, right?

Damon: So we're driving home, and, uh, I'm talking to him about what happened. I was telling him how some kids don't have things the way that he does. They're always gonna be a little angry, but they're never really angry at him. And he seemed to understand.

Damon: I hear this sound. It's like a... (Snaps fingers) loud snap. It was, you know, it could've been anything--anything. And he cries out. I look over. There's just a little bit of blood, but he's tearing at his shirt like a--like a-- like a bee stung him or something.

Phyllis: There was-- there was blood?

Damon: They had followed us. I'm sure it was meant for me.

Phyllis: The bullet was meant for you?

Damon: I pulled the car over. They sped by us, sped away. People rushed to help, callin' an ambulance, callin' the police. And I'm sitting there. I got him in my arms. I'm pressing as hard as I can on this little hole he's got in his chest. I'm telling him I love him. He's, uh, looking around. He looks at me like, "you got this under control, right?" And I'm telling him I do, but really, I'm just watching him slip away. And, Phyllis, he knew. He knew that I was as helpless as he was. So he looks at me. He changes the subject. He looks at me... (Sobs)

Phyllis: I'm sorry.

Damon: He says... he says, "I... I got right back up on that horse, didn't I?"

Damon: And he was gone.

Phyllis: I'm sorry.

Damon: Yeah. Huh. (Sniffles) you know, Phyllis... the world is full of "I'm sorry's." Everybody just seems to be sorry.

Damon: But all the tears you could cry in a lifetime aren't gonna bring him back, and the moment that reality sunk in, well, that's-- that's when my own little journey to hell began.


Brittany: Ok, so we'll take the pinks and the whites, and we'll just less, less is more. Oh, yeah. Yeah. I could get used to this.

Brittany: I hope you remember our agreement.

J.T.: What are you talking about?

Brittany: I help you with Fenmore’s, you help me with my wedding.

J.T.: Oh, yeah... that. You know, I was thinking. You really didn't do that much to bust that salesclerk.

Brittany: What?! I was the one who discovered her little racket.

J.T.: Only because she blabbed it to you.

Brittany: So what? I notice she didn't come up to you. She didn't even want you involved. I had to talk her into it.

J.T.: Yeah, still, though, I don't know--

Brittany: J.T., don't you dare. We had a deal, and if you think you can back out now, you can just think again.

J.T.: Hey, easy, easy, easy, princess. Easy. I was just kidding.

Brittany: So you'll do it? You'll stand up for me?

J.T.: Apparently I don't have a choice.


Dru: Don't stand there and accuse me of not being a good mother to our daughter, Neil.

Neil: Well, she hasn't exactly been your number one priority lately, has she?

Dru: (Sighs)

Neil: Have you forgotten so quickly our daughter was drugged and practically violated by some stranger? It isn't a time to be bringing in another person into our family permanently, particularly someone who needs as much attention as Devon. It's not fair to Lily.

Dru: Neil, I think you're looking at this the wrong way. He could be good for our family. You see how fond Lily is of him.

Neil: Yeah, she's so fond, that's why I walked in on 'em holding hands, right?

Dru: Oh, not that again. Please don't do that to me. You know, I brought that up to Lily. You know what she said? "If Daddy thinks anything inappropriate is going on, he's crazy." That's what she said.

Neil: Number one, um, you really gonna believe her? Number two--I know what I saw with my own ey-- honey, it's our responsibility to teach our daughter about healthy relationships. I don't see how we can do that with two teenagers with raging hormones living under one roof.


Brad: All right, the chairman's here. We can get started.

Jill: By all means, let’s.

John: Sorry to keep you waiting, Jill.

Jill: That's all right. I'm getting used to a certain amount of disrespect around here.

John: Jill, please, not today.

Brad: You're not around enough to catch much flak, Jill.

Jill: Oh, Bradley, I am here every day almost.

Brad: "Almost" doesn't cut it.

Ashley: Okay, look, this meeting is not about Jill’s attendance record. She's a fine executive. She does a very good job.

Jill: Thank you. All right, if Bradley’s gotten all his digs in, what is the purpose of the meeting? What?

Ashley: You're not gonna like it, Jill. After careful consideration of the situation, unfortunately, we have to cut the men's line.

Jill: You mean cut it back.

Brad: No, we mean drop it, discontinue it.

Jill: Ashley, for God's sake, we built this line carefully and slowly and over a great many years, and you're just gonna drop it?

John: The line is simply not pulling its weight.

Jill: Today, maybe, but this is such short-term thinking. Three months without Jabot's men's line on the shelves, we'll never get it back.

Brad: Give us a little credit, all right? We need the money we're going to save on the men's line for core Jabot development.

Jill: Oh, I don't buy that.

Brad: The way this works, you don't have to.

Ashley: Hey, come on.

John: Bradley.

Ashley: Jill, this is not personal.

Jill: You really expect me to buy that, huh?

Brad: You know what, ash? The fact is, for me, there is a personal component to this.

Jill: All right, who are you? Bradley Carlton, ex-pool boy, who married into money twice? Now you're just swinging your weight around, showing everybody who's got the power. My God, Ashley, you must be so proud to be married to him.


Brittany: Would it kill you to show a little enthusiasm?

J.T.: Well, I'm sorry I'm not excited about being your best man of... of... honor or whatever. You know, can't you find somebody else?

Brittany: I don't want somebody else. I want you.

J.T.: Brittany, I don't know anything about planning a wedding.

Brittany: I didn't ask you to plan it. I just want your help.

J.T.: I can't help.

Brittany: Of course you can. It's not that hard.

J.T.: Oh, yeah, that's easy for you to say. You know, chicks are, like, programmed for that kind of stuff. I don't know anything about picking out flowers and colors and... Brittany, I can't help you. It's gonna be a disaster. I'll ruin your wedding. Is that what you want?

Brittany: I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to scare me into letting you off the hook. Well, forget it. Planning a wedding is a ton of work, and I need someone who I can trust, someone who's gonna give me an honest opinion.

J.T.: How about Bobby? You know, your fiancé? Why don't you get him to help?

Brittany: Because he's too busy with the club.

J.T.: Have you even asked him?

Brittany: I don't wanna bother him.

J.T.: It's his wedding, too, Brittany.

Brittany: He will be fine if I plan all the details.

J.T.: Are you okay with that?

Brittany: It's the way things are. Now can I count on you or not?


Nick: That was fast.

Sharon: It's like a zoo out there. There's two reporters, there's a photographer taking photos. It's all good for business, though.

Nick: What's going on?

Sharon: Media hoopla, all to do with what happened to Lily Winters at the Rec Center.

Nick: Oh. Some scary stuff.

Sharon: Yeah. Well, anyway, I thought you could use a hot caffeine fix.

Nick: A cold shower would be more appropriate.

Sharon: You have a one-track mind, Newman.

Nick: I was, you know, fantasizing about you earlier.

Sharon: Oh, really? And what did I do in this fantasy of yours?

Nick: Oh, you were, um, massaging me.

Sharon: Oh? Like this?

Nick: Yep. Just like that.

Sharon: Mm-hmm. And what else?

Nick: Well, then you, you know, started... moving to the front and a little lower and, uh...

Sharon: Oh. Mmm. Well, it sounds like we have some unfinished business.

Nick: We do.


Reporter: Well, we better pack up and get back to our computers.

Reporter #2: Yeah, we've got a great human interest story to write.

Kevin: Thanks.

Cassie: Um, I'm gonna check up on my brother. You guys want refills?

Sierra: Um, I'm good, thanks.

Daniel: So, pal, how's it feel?

Kevin: What?

Daniel: Being a celebrity.

Kevin: Knock it off.

Daniel: You're modest, too. You know, if this were me, right now I'd be flexing my muscles all over the place.

Kevin: Ohh. Hmm. Hey, have you heard anything from you-know-who?

Daniel: No, thank God, and let's hope that it stays that way.

Kevin: Yeah.

Daniel: Guess I spoke a little too soon.

Devon: Hey, where you going, man?

Daniel: See a guy about a dog.

Alex: Hi.

Daniel: What the hell you think you're doing here?

Alex: Free country, Danny boy. I have the right to be wherever I want.


John: Now, Jill, I understand you’re reacting so emotional to this. You worked on--

Jill: Emotional hell, John! This is business. The men's line is crucial to Jabot's presence in the marketplace. I-it is a huge percentage of our customer base, for God's sake. And just because he says, "I don't get up early enough in the morning," you're gonna drop it? That is insane.

John: Oh, for goodness sakes, this is not Brad's idea. Now we approached this as a group, and we made the decision as a group.

Jill: Oh, you did? And what about including me?

Brad: We knew what your vote would be.

Jill: What about my argument, Bradley? Oh, you didn't want to hear that, did you? You didn't want to hear the logic in this situation 'cause you'd already made up all your minds.

John: That's just enough. Now calm down.

Jill: I will not calm down. When you threw Jack out of here for a few of Victor Newman’s lousy, dirty dollars and split up his responsibilities, I didn't complain, and I'll tell you why. Because of my devotion to the men's line. And now you're dumping the men's line? What, are you gonna dump me next?

Ashley: You still have the Ashley line to manage, and you're the head of our special projects department.

Jill: Special projects? What special projects are there gonna be if you can't keep your bread-and-butter lines running?

John: Oh.

Jill: John, they have convinced you that this is not a very personal, vindictive act, but I'm telling you, if you think about it, you're gonna realize this is not about Jabot's survival. This is political assassination.

John: Oh, dear.

Jill: You know what? I can't think about this right now. I got too many people to talk to. I got all the people who sell our men's line. I got all the people who manufacture the pro-- you know what? I'm sure they all join me in thanking you so very much.

John: Oh, man, I'll tell you.


Brittany: Well, are you gonna give me an answer?

J.T.: Oh, how the hell did I get myself into this?

Brittany: Is that a yes?

J.T.: Okay. Yes, I will help you with your wedding.

Brittany: Thank you. Thank you!

J.T.: I never should've loaned you that crayon.

Brittany: What crayon?

J.T.: You know, back in kindergarten, when I shared my crayons with you? I never woulda guessed us becoming friends would be so hard.

Brittany: That was eons ago. How the heck do you remember that?

J.T.: Well, I remember a lot of things.

Brittany: Stop it, J.T.

J.T.: All right. All right. I guess we better go. Maybe we can, uh, stop by the video store. After you.

Brittany: What for?

J.T.: Well, we'll rent "The Godfather," get some wedding ideas.

Brittany: Knock it off.

J.T.: Ow.


Neil: Dru, I'm not saying anything right now that I haven't said before.

Dru: No, you're not. So just spill, Neil, say what's on your mind. Stop hiding behind our daughter. You don't want the boy living with us, plain and simple.

Neil: We are not in a position to be taking on the responsibilities of another child, not now. The timing is all wrong.

Dru: But the timing's never gonna be right, Neil this is just a convenient way for you to avoid saying something cruel.

Neil: You knew this was coming.

Dru: Neil, I never gave up hope that you wouldn't turn the corner, that you wouldn't see the light and realize what a difference we could make in this boy's life. Do you realize that Devon is starting to feel like he matters in somebody's life?

Neil: You know, honey, if you'd have been honest, we wouldn't be in this predicament.

Dru: But it was my honesty that got us into this predicament. Neil, when I held him, he felt that, he knew that. No, I will not tell him that he's not welcome in our house. You're gonna have to do that. I want no part of dashing this boy's dreams.

Neil: What are you talking about? Where are you--

Dru: No, I won't do it. I don't want any part of this tragedy. Do you understand me? I will not do it, Neil. You do--I gotta get ready for a business trip.

Neil: So it's like that, huh?

Neil: Okay.


Devon: This all must be pretty weird for you, huh?

Lily: Feeling like I owe Kevin something? Yeah, just a little.

Devon: Well, you know, we could go home if you're tired. I mean, you did just get out of the hospital.

Lily: No, it's okay. I'm fine. You don't have to be so protective.

Devon: Well, I kinda like watchin' out for you. I mean, that's what family does, right?


Daniel: Look, man, why don't you take my advice and get outta he before somebody sees you?

Alex: You think I'm gonna take advice from a rich pretty boy like you?

Daniel: Oh, damn it, Alex. You know, you're gonna blow this whole thing?

Alex: Mm-hmm. Looks like your little friend's a big shot now, huh? Guess we'll have to see about that.

Daniel: Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?

Alex: Bitch Mom of yours, you let her slap me like that- you really owe me now.

Daniel: You know, why don't you just lay off and give me a break?

Alex: Stay cool, Danny boy. We'll talk.


Kevin: So how are you feeling?

Lily: Okay. So you like all this publicity, huh?

Kevin: Yeah, it's good. It's good. How long have you been out of the hospital?


Phyllis: Is there... is there anything else you want to tell me?

Damon: Yeah.

Damon: After the funeral, I lived for only one reason. I was gonna find my son's killer and make him pay for what he'd done. I spent days, weeks, months dreaming about what I'd do to him when I found him. I wanted it to be painful. I wanted him to feel my agony. I was consumed with the thought of it. I-I let go of everything else in my life. Adrianne--she tried to reach out. I pushed her away. Ultimately, she had to turn her back on the-- the human being, if you want to call it that, that I had become. She--she wouldn't take part in my vendetta, so I didn't have any interest, any time for her. She was just an obstacle in my path.

Phyllis: Right. I mean, that guy that you're describing doesn't really sound like you.

Damon: Understand something, Elias' killer was arrested, tried, convicted and jailed. It wasn't enough for me I wanted more.

Phyllis: Right. But you got over that.

Damon: That's what I'm trying to tell you. That rage... is still right here. The Damon Porter you know, that man... that man is a facade. All the-- the contemplative lifestyle filled with the study of religions, meditation, therapy, zen-- all of them attempting to teach one to let go of the things that one cannot change-- and I-I do, I do try to live my life that way...

Damon: But it's not real. Because in my heart, in my soul, I am so angry. I am so angry. I am angry. I am angry at you because you have a son. I'm angry because he's gone and I can't have him back, and I miss him! I miss him! ! I miss him! I miss... I am so angry that there are days I could tear somebody's eyes out. There are days when it takes all the strength that I have just to be civil, just to be congenial, when all I want to do is hate and rage.

Damon: There are days... when all my practiced control-- you know, my practiced cool-- it slips a little.

Damon: Days when I'm not so sure I got this monster in his cage. And I don't ever want to let him out. I don't want to be that Damon Porter. I don't want you ever to meet him. You wouldn't like him.

Damon: Oh, Phyllis...

Damon: If I ever, ever come across the man who killed my son, God help me, I will tear his heart out.


Man: Yeah, Joe, what is it?

Joe: I wanted to let you know, that gangbanger-- he's coming up for parole again. This time it looks like he may get it.


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Harrison: I'm Harrison Bartlett. I believe you know my stepfather.

Kay: I do?

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