Wednesday Y&R Transcript 10/6/04

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 10/6/04 -- Canada, Thursday 10/7/04 -- U.S.A.


By Boo
Proofread by Emma

Ashley: Hi, come on in.

Victor: Thank you. I came by to see how Abby was doing.

Ashley: She's all right. She's not her usual vivacious self today.

Victor: Is she in pain?

Ashley: Yeah. Liv prescribed some anti-inflammatories, and they seem to be helping, but she's spending a lot of time alone in her room.

Victor: I cannot begin to tell you how badly I feel about this. I mean, this was supposed to be a special day for all of us out at the ranch, and now look what happened.

Ashley: I know. But don't blame yourself. It was an accident.

Victor: Well, I appreciate your understanding, but I'm afraid that she now will be reluctant to come out to the ranch.

Ashley: Oh, I...


Brittany: Mother, what do you think you're doing?

Anita: Putting a stop to this foolishness you're calling a wedding.

Brittany: You have no right barging in like this. How did you even know we were here? Did J.T. tell you?

Anita: Doesn't matter how I found out. I have some things I need to say to Reverend Palmer. I'm sure he would appreciate hearing the whole story, wouldn't you, Reverend?

Reverend Palmer: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit lost.

Brittany: This is none of your business.

Anita: You're my daughter. What do you expect me to do, stand by and watch you destroy your life while you marry this-- this letch?

Brittany: Don't call him that. I love Bobby.

Anita: No, you donít.

Brittany: Now you're gonna tell me how I feel? Stop treating me like I'm a little girl.

Anita: Sweetie, don't you see? Compared to this man, the life that he's lived, you're an absolute child, which is what makes this even more disgusting.

Reverend Palmer: I do have another appointment, so if you'll excuse me.

Anita: No, Reverend. Please don't leave.

Brittany: Let him go, Mother.

Anita: Not until I tell him what kind of man Bobby Marsino really is. Believe me, Reverend, once you hear what I have to say, you're gonna think twice about being part of this wedding.


Officer: Lorena Davis?

Lorena: That's me.

Officer: We have Devon Hamilton here. I understand you're taking custody.

Lorena: Yes.

Officer: I'm gonna need you to sign here, ma'am.

Lorena: Did he bring anything with him?

Officer: Just the clothes on his back. He's all yours.

Lorena: Thanks, officer.

Officer: Thank you.

Officer #2: Good luck, kid.

Dru: Devon, sweetie, we were so worried about you. I'm so glad you're safe.


Michael: All right, what's up, Phyllis? It sounded urgent when you called.

Phyllis: Yeah, it is. Are we alone? I don't want to run into your freaky brother.

Michael: Nice. And, yes, we're alone.

Phyllis: Good, good. Um, I told him, in no uncertain terms, he's not allowed to associate with my son, by the way.

Michael: You won't get an argument from me. When those two get together, its disaster waiting to happen, yes.

Phyllis: No, it's disaster that has already happened. We managed to minimize a fallout, but who knows for how long?

Michael: What about your little buddy Alex?

Phyllis: He's gone for good.

Michael: You sure about that?

Phyllis: Yes, I am. Listen, don't go there with me. I have plenty of other things to worry about right now.

Michael: Talk to me.

Phyllis: It's done. You know what, Michael? Sometimes I think I'm my own worst enemy. I manage to set things in motion that are guaranteed to explode.


Daniel: Auntie.

Gina: Hmm. Do I know you?

Daniel: Yeah, I guess it's been a little while, huh?

Gina: Yeah, I'll say. Give me a hug. Oh, sweetheart, how are you?

Daniel: I'm celebrating. I'm officially ungrounded.

Gina: I didn't realize you had been grounded.

Daniel: Yeah. Don't ask, please.

Gina: Okay. So this is how you decide to spend your newfound freedom, with your aunt?

Daniel: Well, to tell you the truth, I've kinda been dreaming about those most delicious cinnamon rolls and an espresso.

Gina: I hope it isn't to go.

Daniel: Well, I don't have to go to class till third period, so I thought maybe I'd stay here and have it.

Gina: That's great. So grab a seat, and I'll go warm the cinnamon roll myself.

Daniel: Thanks.

Daniel: I guess I owe you one.


Chris: How's your egg white omelet?

Paul: Good.

Chris: You watching your cholesterol?

Paul: Yep.

Chris: You're being awfully monosyllabic this morning.

Paul: Sorry. That's two syllables.

Chris: Having breakfast was your idea. Remember, you chased J.T. away so we could be alone? I... I thought maybe, I don't know, you'd be a little more congenial.

Paul: All right, I guess I'll tell you what's really going on. The truth is... I'm depressed. I think I need a change.

Chris: What are you doing?

Paul: You know what this is? This is my private investigator's license.

Chris: And? (Gasps) are you crazy?

Paul: I have lost all confidence to perform my job. I'm hanging up my badge.

Chris: Why?

Paul: Why? You of all people have to ask why? I was hired to locate Devon Hamilton, the kid staying at the Winters home. And do I locate him? No. My associate the lawyer does.

Chris: Oh, God. That's only because I have a contact in Chicago.

Paul: Oh, I know, I know. You didn't do it to, uh, intentionally make me look bad, it just--well, you know what? It made me stop and think and...

Paul: A lawyer. A lawyer does my job better than I do.

Chris: Wait. This isn't your P.I. card. This is an expired library card.

Paul: It's immaterial. I'm making a point.

Chris: I'm--I'm sorry, okay? Look, I'm--

Paul: Apology accepted. (Laughs)

Chris: You're weird.

Paul: And I got you. I would've had you begging for my forgiveness in a matter of minutes.

Chris: In your dreams.

Paul: That's not true.

Chris: Oh, in your dreams.

Paul: No, you were already feeling guilty.

Nikki: Hi, Paul.

Paul: Oh, hi, Nikki.

Nikki: Um, Christine, I'm sorry. I need Paul for a minute.

Chris: Oh, not as a P.I., I hope. He just quit the profession.

Paul: No.

Nikki: What?

Chris: Sorry, inside joke.

Nikki: Anyway, um, I need to talk to you. Maybe later, but make sure it's today.

Paul: Nikki, it's all right. Chris is a colleague.

Nikki: Well, I know that.

Paul: And I've already told her all about your case.

Nikki: You have?

Paul: Yes. What, you don't approve?

Nikki: Uh, I-I don't know. This is a very personal matter.

Paul: One I know you want resolved. Look, why don't we sit down, and we can talk all about it? Please.

Nikki: Thank you.


Neil: No, Dru. Not now.

Jamal: All right, come on, buddy. Let's get you something to eat, all right?

Dru: Ms. Davis, you are gonna let me talk to him, aren't you?

Lorena: Only if you understand that you no longer have any influence over what happens with the boy.

Dru: What do you mean?

Lorena: He's a ward of the state, Mrs. Winters.

Dru: Ms. Davis, I know he's a ward of the state. I simply want to talk to him, help him understand that we have not abandoned him, no matter what.

Lorena: I suppose there's no harm in that.

Jamal: Well, I guess his stomach shrunk, Ms. Davis. He's not hungry.

Lorena: Well, there'll be plenty of time for that later on. Devon, I want you to go into the office with Mrs. Winters. She has some things she wants to say to you.

Devon: I don't want to talk to her.

Lorena: You don't have a choice in the matter, young man. You'll do as I say. You only have to stay a few minutes.

Devon: Whatever.

Dru: Are you coming, Devon?


Ashley: Honey, aren't you gonna say hi to Victor?

Abby: Hi, Victor.

Victor: Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?

Abby: Okay.

Victor: Does your arm still hurt?

Abby: A little, when I move it.

Victor: So you're wearing that sling to make sure that your arm is protected and that it heals properly, right? You remember how the whole accident happened?

Abby: Starfire threw me off.

Victor: I know. But do you know, that's so unusual? Starfire is a very calm horse. He must have gotten stung by a bee or a wasp.

Abby: My daddy says I should stay away from wasps and bees. It was so scary when I fell.

Ashley: Mm-hmm.

Victor: You know, it was scary for me, too? I hope it never happens again.

Abby: I'm not gonna ride Starfire anymore, Victor. I don't want ride any horse.


Nikki: Christine, it's nothing personal.

Chris: I understand.

Nikki: I do trust you. I just didn't realize Paul was gonna tell--

Paul: That I was gonna fill Chris in on your case? Well, I'm sorry. I apologize. It's been a very busy week. But I also thought you realized that it is not unusual at all to bring an attorney into an investigation like this.

Nikki: An attorney? What are you saying, that this is a legal matter? My God, I was 5 years old.

Paul: Nikki, you are not gonna be prosecuted for this case.

Chris: Maybe you're not aware, but Paul and I and Michael Baldwin have all started working out of the same office.

Paul: And my association with this office means that my files are their files, my cases are their cases, which includes your case into the attorney/client privilege. So it's a win-win situation.

Nikki: Okay, all right, you've convinced me.

Chris: Obviously, before we bring anyone else into the loop, we'll check with you.

Nikki: I would appreciate that.

Paul: Absolutely.

Nikki: Now let's get to the question of the day. Have you found out anything? Are you any closer to locating Joshua Cassen's brother?

Paul: Well, the answer of the day is no.

Nikki: Great.


Damon: You don't owe me anything, Daniel.

Daniel: Come on, man. If you hadn't have shown up the other day, you know, what--

Gina: Excuse me, sweetie. Here's your sugar fix, caffeine.

Daniel: Thank you.

Gina: Hi, Damon. Good morning. Didn't see you come in. Can I get you something-- coffee, tea?

Damon: Tea. Tea, Gina. Thank you.

Gina: Okay. I'll be right back.

Daniel: You want some of this?

Damon: No. But I love that you would offer.

Daniel: You been okay?

Damon: Yeah. Why?

Daniel: Because you seem out of it. You know, my mom's been real worried about you.

Damon: Your mother is such a wonderful woman, Daniel.

Daniel: Yeah, I'm starting to figure that out.

Damon: Good. Good for you.

Daniel: You must really care a lot for her, huh?

Damon: Mm-hmm. I would never let anything happen to your mother or to her hardheaded son.

Daniel: See, I-I don't get that. I mean, why do you-- why do you care for me? What do you care about me at all? I haven't treated you too nice.

Damon: Why wouldn't I care about you? You got a few issues-- trust, authority.

Daniel: Yeah, you think?

Damon: Don't you take your life for granted, boy.

Daniel: Okay, now where did that come from?

Damon: Right here.


Michael: Sounds pretty serious.

Phyllis: It is.

Michael: You having problems with Damon?

Phyllis: No, not like that.

Michael: What is it like?

Phyllis: I don't even know how to get into this.

Michael: Well, maybe I could help you cut to the chase.

Phyllis: Yeah?

Michael: Does this have something to do with a gang, a shooting, a boy who died?

Phyllis: You figured that out, did ya?

Michael: Yeah. You know, I'm pretty quick. You told me everything except Damonís name. Honestly, I don't know how someone lives with something like this.

Phyllis: Oh, well, struggles with it every moment of his life.

Michael: And now the killer's up for parole.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm. Thank you. You--you helped me very much, telling me what the options are.

Michael: Well, did he receive official notice? Will he testify?

Phyllis: Yes, he will, thanks to me and my powers of persuasion.

Michael: You don't sound too positive about that.

Phyllis: I'm really scared. I shouldn't have encouraged him to get involved.

Michael: Why?

Phyllis: Why? Well, because he wants to go down there and testify to make sure that this murderer stays behind bars, right? But what if it doesn't happen like that?

Michael: So he plans on taking matters into his own hands?

Phyllis: He can't bear the thought of seeing this man go free. He swears that that will not happen.


Reverend Palmer: Would you tell Mrs. O'Reilly that I'm running behind schedule, please? Thank you. Yes, I should be done within the hour.

Brittany: (Whispers) I am so angry with you.

Anita: (Lowers voice) I am doing it for your own good.

Brittany: You can't stop me from marrying Bobby.

Anita: No, I canít. But I can stop Reverend Palmer from being part of this insanity. Which at least will allow me to sleep a little better at night.

Bobby: All right, just calm down.

Brittany: (Normal voice) I can't believe she's doing this.

Reverend Palmer: I pushed my other appointment back.

Anita: Thank you, Reverend. I really think that you're gonna want to hear what I have to say. I'm sure my daughter hasn't been entirely straightforward.

Reverend Palmer: Brittany, is there, um, ahem, anything you'd like to tell me before I hear your mother out?

Brittany: It's her show. Wouldn't want to steal the spotlight.

Anita: Well, first of all, I'd like to apologize. When I set up this meeting, I thought my daughter was engaged to someone else, a pleasant young man named J.T.

Reverend Palmer: Brittany said there was a miscommunication.

Anita: It wasn't a miscommunication. My daughter lied to me.

Brittany: I couldn't tell her the truth.

Reverend Palmer: Why not?

Anita: Because she knew her father and I would never condone this marriage. Ever since Mr. Marsino has come into her life, he's been nothing but trouble. Brittany even dropped out of college so she could work at his club... a seedy strip joint. I can see you had no idea, Reverend. Just wait. It gets better.


"The Young and the Restless" will continue.

Ashley: What do you mean, you don't want to ride horses anymore? What about Starfire?

Abby: I don't want him anymore. He doesn't like me.

Ashley: Oh, honey.

Victor: Sweetheart, that isn't true. Starfire likes you very much. This was an accident. He got stung by a bee or a wasp. You shouldn't have that accident stop you from doing what you enjoy so much.

Ashley: Especially when you love horses like you do.

Abby: Not anymore. Mommy, I just came down to get some juice, but I'm not thirsty anymore. Can I go up and read my book, please?

Ashley: Yes, you may. Just watch your arm, okay? Be careful. Honey, aren't you gonna say good-bye to Victor?

Abby: Bye, Victor.

Victor: Bye, sweetheart. I hope you feel better.

Ashley: Just give her a little time. She'll come around.

Victor: Not sure about that.

Ashley: Yeah. She's a little girl. She's been through a really scary experience. You know, she's still recovering.

Victor: She now hates that horse.

Ashley: Oh, Victor, she'll get over that, too. I mean, she loves Starfire. And even if she doesn't ride him anymore, you know, the two of you can still be close.

Victor: I don't know why this affects me so much, but... getting to know her has been just a wonderful, wonderful experience, you know? Hmm. Hope this accident doesn't put a wall between us. (Sighs) sometimes I feel I've lost... all of those people who are close to me.


Nikki: Well, what have you been doing? How long is this gonna take?

Paul: I don't know. That is in response to your second question.

Nikki: (Sighs)

Paul: In all honesty, finding someone after six months is relatively easy. You can ask Chris. But finding someone after a few decades have passed, especially since it dates back to the pre-computer era, is decisively more complicated. Nikki, I understand your frustration. The truth is, we may never find Charlie Cassen. Or we could find him tomorrow. That is just the nature of the beast.

Nikki: Has Victor done anything to slow you down?

Paul: No. I have told you before, you are my client, and I will only take orders from you.

Nikki: All right. Well, I need you to do this. Find Charlie Cassen.

Paul: I understand. I have traced him from here to Cleveland, but that's where the trail grows cold. Look, Nikki, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop turning over stones.

Nikki: Cleveland?

Chris: That's where the Cassen family moved after the tragedy.

Paul: That's right. Nikki?

Nikki: Huh?

Paul: What is it?

Nikki: It's just funny, Cleveland coming up twice in such a short amount of time.

Paul: What do you mean?

Nikki: Nothing. Uh, somebody mentioned spending time in Cleveland. Okay, um, I've got to go. Will you please make this a priority?

Paul: I will. I mean, normally, I don't get emotionally involved in cases. But in this particular instance, I am just as eager to find an answer as you are to get one.

Nikki: Good. Good to see you, Christine.

Chris: Nice to see you, too.

Paul: Well, I think that went remarkably well, don't you?

Chris: So you're back in the game, huh?

Paul: Yeah, but you better let me solve this one, or I won't invite you to breakfast anymore.

Chris: Oh, you poor baby. I promise, if I find Charlie Cassen, I'll let you take all the credit.

Paul: Oh, thank you. That's so reassuring.


Dru: You look awful.

Devon: Yeah? Well, I don't feel so hot, either.

Dru: Are you sick? Do you want to see a doctor?

Devon: No, no. I'm fine, okay? I can take care of myself.

Dru: I know what it's like being out there on the streets. You need money to survive. I been there.

Devon: I know, I know. You have told me more than enough times.

Dru: Evil people out there, Devon, people who prey on children. And if you had no other choice but to do what you had to do--

Devon: Wait, hold up. Hold up a second. No other choice--if you think I was hustling tricks, I had nothing to do with that scene, all right? That's sick!

Dru: I just heard you had a little circumstance you had to deal with.

Devon: No, no, no, the cops picked me up with a whole bunch of kids, and they figured I was hustling, too, okay? That's what you heard.

Dru: Were you?

Devon: No! Of course not. It wasn't until the cops raided the place and were hauling me down to juvie that I found out what I woulda had to do to earn my keep.

Dru: Is that what you told the police?

Devon: Yes, I told the police that. But do you really think they believed me? No. So now here I am, right back where I started, with the people who sold me out.

Dru: Devon, I am so sorry.

Devon: Yeah, right.

Dru: I never meant for you to find out about that group home the way you did.

Devon: Oh, well, it's a little late for that now, isn't it?

Dru: Oh, darlin', I always wanted to explain to you that no matter what, I wanted you to be a part of our family. I swear to you.

Devon: Family. Yeah, well, uh, that all was a real nice dream while it lasted.

Dru: It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a dream. If you only knew how it pained me to know that you were out there on the streets, alone and hungry.

Devon: You know what? Stuff happens, okay? Stuff happens. It's no sweat.

Dru: Oh, but it never should've happened. It never should've happened. Just tell me what's on your heart, honey. I can see in your eyes that you're disappointed. Just let it out.

Devon: Listen, it's my fault, okay? It's my own fault. I made the stupid mistake of believing that you guys were different than all the other foster families.

Dru: But we are different. We're good people. I just wanted to know that you could come home so that I could hold you and know that you were safe--

Devon: Stop! Please. Stop, lady. Donít.

Dru: Devon just let me hold y--

Devon: Is my time up yet?

Dru: What?

Devon: Ms. Davis said I only had to talk to you for a couple of minutes.


Lorena: I apologize for Devonís attitude, Mr. Winters.

Neil: It's what I expected. He feels my wife and I betrayed him.

Lorena: I predict it's going to be a long time before Devonís able to trust anyone again.

Neil: Living out on the streets must be tough for anyone, let alone a kid.

Lorena: It's tragic when a kid is forced to grow up before his time, robbed of his childhood.

Victor: Excuse me. I just got word about Devon. Is he around?

Lorena: He's already here, Mr. Newman.

Neil: Dru's in the office right now talking to him.

Victor: How's he doing?

Neil: Little worse for wear, but he's not hurt-- physically, at least.

Victor: What's gonna happen now?

Lorena: He'll be sent to juvenile detention temporarily until child services can review his case.

Victor: Oh, boy. But realistically, in view of his running away, what's gonna happen?

Lorena: I expect he'll be placed in a level-12 group facility.

Victor: Now he was picked up on suspicion of prostitution?

Lorena: I spoke with the Chicago P.D. Detective. Devon insists he had no idea of what was going on there.

Neil: So the kid just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Victor: How did he get to Chicago?

Lorena: Hitchhiked, probably. I imagine he wanted to get as far away from Genoa City as he could.

Victor: Mm-hmm. Do you believe his story?

Neil: I do. He's lived in my home. I got to know him pretty well. And I think he'd do a lot to survive, but prostitution--no way.

Lorena: You'd be surprised what runaways will resort to when they are feeling desperate. Things that, under any other circumstances, they would never consider.

Victor: In other words, you don't believe his story.

Lorena: I didn't say that. Like Mr. Winters, I've come to know Devon. In my opinion, he's more apt to beg or shoplift before he'd sell himself.

Victor: I hope you're right. That boy has seen more trouble than most people can shake a fist at. And sadly enough, there's no end in sight, is there?


[Nikki remembering.]

Nikki: Victor, we used to feel so passionate about each other. What happened?

Victor: That's a good question, isn't it?

Young Nikki: Give it back! (Gunshot)


Brad: Nikki, I just got off the phone with our supplier. It looks like we're gonna have to make some changes to your report. I'm sorry.

Nikki: Well, it's all right. It's not the end of the world.

Brad: No, it's not. But I can't help feeling that had I made that trip, we would've gotten a better deal.

Nikki: Well, Brad, it's not your fault that they canceled your flight.

Brad: Yeah, I know. Well, the good news is I was able to be there for my little girl. You have no idea how hard this was on her.

Nikki: Poor little thing. Something she was so looking forward to, and it turns into a tragedy for her.

Brad: Well, I don't know that a dislocated shoulder rises to the level of a tragedy.

Nikki: No, no, I know, I know. Thank goodness that's all it was. I'm overreacting.

Brad: Nikki, is there something else on your mind?

Nikki: Actually, there is. Something that happened a long time ago, when I was too young to be held responsible.

Brad: Nikki, whatever it is, it's obviously weighing on you.

Nikki: You have no idea. This incident that I'm remembering has just completely taken over my life.

Brad: You said it happened a long time ago.

Nikki: Yeah.

Brad: Why is it having such a strong effect on you now? What could possibly be so terrible?

Nikki: Brad, I'm sorry. I-- it's just too hard for me to talk about.

Brad: Well, for whatever it's worth, I understand where you're coming from.

Nikki: You do?

Brad: A lot of people have had traumatic events in their past, Nikki. People like me.

Nikki: Really?

Brad: Is that so hard to believe?

Nikki: I just didn't know that about you.

Brad: That's because I keep my demons locked up tight. Some things are better left as ancient history.

Nikki: You know, now that I think about it, you've never talked about your past, not one word. Why is that?


Anita: It was the most horrible thing I've ever gone through, watching my little girl in the hospital, so badly burned. An accident would've been one thing, but knowing it happened because of this loser...

Brittany: How many times do I have to tell you, Mother? What happened to me wasn't Bobby's fault.

Anita: You see? This is what it's like. She makes excuses for him over and over. I don't even know who she is anymore.

Bobby: All right, can I say something here?

Anita: No.

Reverend Palmer: Um, what is it, Bobby?

Bobby: Listen, I can't deny most of what Mrs. Hodges has told you. I have associated with unsavory people, I do operate a gentlemen's club. But I work hard, I pay my taxes, I run a legitimate business, and I'm not gonna apologize for what I do for a living.

Anita: Of course not.

Bobby: But what Mrs. Hodges hasn't told you is how much her daughter means to me. Look, before I met her, I was just goin' through life, and I thought I was doing real well. I had everything that I thought I needed. And then I met her, and I found out that there was so much more to life. And I want to experience every bit of it, but with her.

Brittany: I feel the same way. I'm so lucky I found you.

Anita: Anyway, Reverend, thank you so much for hearing me out. I know you have another appointment, so I'll walk you downstairs.

Reverend Palmer: Yes, I really should be going. Um, but before I do, please, don't forget to call my office to set up another time for us to talk.

Anita: Wh-- you aren't still thinking of performing this wedding, are you?

Reverend Palmer: Yes, I am.

Anita: Even after everything I've told you?

Reverend Palmer: Anita, I understand your concern for your daughter. But this is her decision, and before you arrived, I spent some time talking with Bobby and Brittany, and I don't believe the two of them getting married would be inadvisable. On the contrary, I think that they could have a wonderful life together. And now I really must be going, and I will show myself out.

Brittany: Thank you so much, Reverend, for everything.

Reverend Palmer: Very happy to do it, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Bobby: Yeah, listen, thanks a lot.


Daniel: Is that what you think of me, then? That I'm just some dumb kid who takes his life for granted?

Damon: No. We all take things for granted sometimes, Daniel.

Daniel: You know, I guess I never really thanked you for what you did for us with Alex. I mean, the way you were wailing on him, though, I didn't know if you were ever gonna stop.

Damon: It was a poor example to set. I went too far.

Daniel: I didn't know if my mom was gonna be able to stop you, either. I mean, it looked like you really wanted to kill that guy.

Damon: You know, it's frightening, what a man is capable of, when the person closest to him is threatened... or taken away.

Daniel: I don't get what you mean.

Damon: Sometimes I think the only way to achieve justice... is to make it yourself.


Michael: You don't actually think Damon would go after this guy?

Phyllis: Ooh, yeah, I do. He's stuck in this eye-for-an-eye mentality. Justice at any cost.

Michael: What do you want from me?

Phyllis: I want to know if his testimony at the hearing is gonna affect the parole board's decision.

Michael: That's impossible to answer. Every situation is different.

Phyllis: So you can't tell me anything?

Michael: I don't know enough about the case-- the circumstances, what this kid was charged with. Without knowing a whole lot more, I couldn't even hazard a guess. It would be pure speculation. What is it you're trying to find out?

Phyllis: I wanna know if his testimony will do any good. Or will it open up old wounds and start the bleeding again?

Michael: There are no guarantees either way.

Phyllis: So if this is just a test in futility and despair, nothing good will come of this. And it will be my fault. It'll be my fault because I was the one who convinced him to go down there and fight for his son, and if he takes my advice, I may lose this man that I care so deeply for. I may lose him forever.


Dru: Sorry, Victor. Were you waiting for your office?

Victor: No, Drucilla. Ms. Davis was kind enough to give me an update on Devonís status.

Dru: Perhaps you could give me an update, too.

Lorena: What do you want to know?

Dru: I want to know what's gonna happen to Devon.

Lorena: Well, as I was telling your husband and Mr. Newman, he'll stay in a lockdown facility.

Dru: You mean jail.

Lorena: Well, no. He's still a minor.

Dru: Juvenile hall then. Same difference.

Neil: Babe, it's only for a few days, until they can find a place for him to stay permanently.

Dru: Who are the "they"? Who are the "they" that know nothing about this child-- that he's lovable and that he's teachable and the only crime he's ever committed was being born into an unstable home?

Neil: Honey...

Dru: No! You told me that I had one option for this child, a lockdown facility. Ms. Davis, you know deep in your soul that is not the place for this boy.

Lorena: Mrs. Winters, we've already had this conversation. The decision is not up to me.

Dru: Call your supervisor then. Tell them you want that respite care stuff, you know, where those foster parents take care of a kid one or two nights. You know, that's an idea.

Victor: Wouldn't that work?

Lorena: Unfortunately, in this case, that's just not possible.

Dru: Why not?

Lorena: Because of Devonís history. There is no guarantee that he won't run off again.

Dru: So he ran away? You're gonna lock him up even though I just told you my husband and I are just as much to fault as he is. Where's his rights?

Lorena: Mrs. Winters, I know you feel strongly about this, but the boy is a ward of the state. We are responsible for keeping him safe.

Dru: Safe how? Putting him in with a bunch of criminals?

Lorena: I thought I explained all of this to you. We have exhausted our resources when it comes to Devon. A lockdown facility is our last resort.

Neil: So if that's the case, then when will he be going there?

Lorena: Right away. As soon as I can arrange for his transfer

Victor: I think I may have a solution to prevent that.


Brad: Nikki, my past is irrelevant.

Nikki: No. Nobody's past is irrelevant, particularly if something traumatic happened.

Brad: You can't let those things rule you. You can't let them have control over you. Most of my bad memories have gone away.

Nikki: How did you manage that?

Brad: By not feeding into them. I mean, with time, even the most painful experiences just disappear from your mind.

Nikki: No, I've already done enough of that. Now I want to remember them. I want to remember them and deal with it. I have to.

Brad: Sometimes there are things from your past you can't deal with, questions you can never get answers to. When I was 3 years old, something very bad happened in my family, something tragic. Then we moved to Cleveland.

Nikki: Cleveland? You lived there as a child?

Brad: Yeah, until I, uh, until I left home. Look, Nikki, you're right. Uh, the past can have power over you. I realized that as I got older. Believe me, I did. But I also realized that I had a choice. I could carry this millstone with me, or I could let it go. I like to think that I made the right choice.

Nikki: Well, what happened? What did this to you?

Brad: Damn it, Nikki, why is this so important to you? Why do you need to know?


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Gloria: Oh, boy.

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