Tuesday Y&R Transcript 10/26/04

Y&R Transcript Tuesday 10/26/04--Canada; Wednesday 10/27/04--USA


By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Dominic: I can understand you wanting to kill me. But I gotta live every day of my life with the reality of what I did. I can't imagine your pain or the hell I put you and your family through.

Damon: No. No

Dominic: And if--

Damon: What?! If what?! What else you got to say?!

Dominic: If you're determined to kill me, there's nothing I can do about it.

Damon: That's right.

Dominic: Ohh!


Jack: So now that you're back, how are you doing? I mean, really.

Jill: I'm okay. A little sadder, a little wiser. I still feel really stupid for letting Elliot suck me in the way he did.

Jack: Oh, stop beating yourself up. Happens to the best of us. No doubt about it, the guy was a charmer.

Jill: A charming con man.

Jack: Well, whatever he was, you are no worse off for the wear. You look great.

Jill: We have Katherine to thank for that.

Jack: What, she, uh, paid for this spa trip?

Jill: Mm-hmm. It was absolutely fantastic, I'm telling you. There were mud baths and massages and scheduled meals, scheduled exercise, scheduled rest. And the best part of all, no decisions to be made.

Jack: Sounds like just what the doctor ordered.

Jill: Mm-hmm.

Jack: Listen, I do know that a few days of pampering does not heal a broken heart.

Jill: Well, you know what they say. What doesn't kill you outright only makes you stronger. I sure hope they know what they're talking about.


Kay: This news you have-- what do you mean, not what I was hoping to hear?

Paul: J.T. And I combed through the Seattle newspapers looking for any mention of Judge Hendricks.

Kay: And you found what?

Paul: Quite a bit of coverage.

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Paul: I also spoke with someone in the Seattle police department. And they were able to forward a few court documents to me. And I am afraid some of what this Harrison Bartlett told you is true.

Kay: Oh, my God. You mean, Arthur killed his first wife? Well, that can't be, Paul. He's running around free as a bird.

Paul: Don't misunderstand me, Katherine. There was never an indictment. But Mrs. Hendricks died under very unusual circumstances. There was a flurry of accusations from Harrison Bartlett. There was a full police investigation, evidence was presented before the grand jury. But no criminal charges were ever filed.

Kay: So I'm about to be married to a man who wouldn't hurt a fly and was falsely accused. Or Arthur is a clever criminal who got away with murder. Is that what you're trying to tell me, Paul? Is that it?


Michael: Aha.

Gloria: Ooh! Michael. Uh, you startled me.

Michael: Still signing my name, I see.

Gloria: Well, you said it was all right.

Michael: Why aren't you signing John Abbottís name?

Gloria: For a bottle of water? Come on.

Michael: I noticed a massage and a facial on last month's statement.

Gloria: Well, that was last month. You can afford it.

Michael: So can Abbott. Look, when you moved out, that meant out, and it included charging things to my account.

Gloria: Oh, come on. How can you be such a cheapskate with your own mother? Which, by the way, we wanted to keep a secret. So we shouldn't even be seen talking together here.

Michael: Which reminds me that I hear that my crazy little brother was out at the Abbott home chattin' up your new boyfriend.


Daniel: Payback?

Kevin: Do you have any idea what it did to me, coming in here and seeing Lauren half-naked, wearing Michaelís shirt, knowing that they'd probably been goin' at it like a couple of rabbits all night?

Daniel: Yeah, I bet it was a real bummer.

Kevin: Yeah, yeah, it was a real bummer. You know, it felt like I got hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer.

Daniel: So you want to get even?

Kevin: There's a part of me, man, I... I want to burn down this apartment, you know, or--or torch Laurenís boutique. Maybe both.

Daniel: Kevin, what's the matter with you? You know you can't do that.

Kevin: No, you're right. You're right. I shouldn't blame Lauren. It isn't her fault Michael has her brainwashed. I wonder if this place has a sprinkler system.

Daniel: Dude, stop. You're talkin' crazy.

Kevin: (Sighs) you're right. You're right. I know. I know. You're right. But, you know, I want to make him pay. My brother--you know, the guy who promised me a million times that I could trust him-- he stabbed me in the back big time. He deserves what he's gonna get.


Jill: Okay. I think it's time for me to get to the office.

Jack: Really, this late?

Jill: Yes, well, I want to get a jump on tomorrow. I'm sure my desk is gonna be buried.

Jack: Well, if there's anything I can do to help, you just let me know.

Jill: You know I will. Thank you, Jack, for everything.

Jill: Hello, Nicholas.

Nick: Hello, Jill.


Sharon: Cassie, dinner.

Cassie: Sorry, Mom. I just don't have time to eat.

Sharon: What? Wait, wait. What do you mean you don't have time? I just made all of your favorites since Noah had soccer practice.

Cassie: I have to study for the biology test. It's the first one of the term, and Elizabeth has my notes.

Sharon: Well, can't the two of you study here? Your friend's welcome to have dinner with us.

Cassie: Mom, we already made plans. (Car horn honks)

Cassie: Oh, that's Miguel. He's giving me a ride. Sorry.

Sharon: Honey, from now on, you have to tell me if you're not gonna--

Dru: Oh, Cassie. Oh, my gosh. Your daughter nearly ran me down. Hi, Sharon. Nice spot. Nice-- ooh, did I come at a bad time?


Dominic: Ugh! Stop! Stop, Damon. Will killin' me take the pain away? Will it bring back your son?

Damon: No.

Dominic: And after I'm dead and they lock you away in prison, who's left to remember Elias? What legacy does he leave in the world? He'll be just another forgotten tragedy.

Dominic: The day that God touched my soul, I made a vow that I would dedicate my life in the name of Elias to work with gangs and inner-city kids, to show them that there's something more out there, something--something better than just drugs and violence. I want to show them what a man really looks like.

Damon: Oh, and that would be you?

Dominic: Damon, please listen to me.

Damon: You a man now?

Dominic: Listen to me. You gotta hear it from the people that lived the life. I just want to show them that it's never too late to turn things around.

Dominic: Have you ever thrown a pebble into a pond? Huh? It makes these small ripples. They're small, and then they end up getting bigger when they move away from the center. That's me. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna be that little pebble. I'm gonna let it radiate out.

Damon: You really don't understand. You see, you're not-- you're not gonna get that chance, because you took my son from me, Dominic. You killed my son. And now I'm gonna kill you.

Dominic: Aah!


Phyllis: Hey! You know, God, if you're listening, please... please take care of Damon. Because he's a good man and he needs you to take care of him. (Knock on door)

Phyllis: Christine, I thought I told you not to come.

Chris: Well, you sounded so upset on the phone.

Phyllis: What was so important that you had to stop by?

Chris: Do you know where Daniel is?

Phyllis: Is he okay? Is my son okay?

Chris: Look, he's fine. I'm just surprised that you don't know where he is. I thought you were keeping him on a short leash.

Phyllis: I am. I am. Listen, I don't want to get into this. You know, I have a lot going on right now, and--and now is not the time.

Chris: I know. I know. Something's going on with Damon, something serious that's got all your attention.

Phyllis: Yeah. What does that have to do with you?

Chris: I want Daniel to move in with me.


Daniel: Kevin, your brother is not stupid. If you set a fire, he's gonna know right off the bat that it was you. Everyone in this town is gonna know that it was you, which means you're gonna get caught. You could spend a lot of time in prison, and there's no woman out there that's worth that.

Kevin: I'm disappointed in you, Daniel. I thought you'd appreciate a good sneak attack.

Daniel: Yeah, but what's the point of revenge if the other person doesn't know that you nailed him? And besides, aren't you forgetting about something else?

Kevin: What?

Daniel: How hard you worked to change your image, get the people in this town to start seeing you as one of the good guys. Do you really want to throw away all that progress just 'cause you got ticked off?


Gloria: Kevin told you about that? Luckily, he didn't give our relationship away.

Michael: Yeah, well, you were lucky this time.

Gloria: You know, I never realized till then how much John hates Kevin.

Michael: Well, maybe you shoulda told him the truth. Thank you.

Gloria: Why?

Michael: All you're doing, Gloria, is you are postponing the inevitable day of reckoning.

Gloria: Oh, you are always so negative. Everything's gonna be just fine.

Michael: You hope.

Gloria: Hope? You know, speaking of hope, John and I are going on a cruise.

Michael: You're kidding.

Gloria: Nope. And at the rate things are going between us, it won't be long before he simply won't care who my children are.

Michael: You are way overestimating this man's capacity for forgiveness.

Gloria: And I think that you are underestimating his feelings for me. Besides, what do you care one way or the other?

Michael: Because if your dreams of becoming queen of Abbott manor go up in smoke, guess whose door you're gonna be knocking on, wanting back in and-- and trust me, don't think that yours truly won't throw you out into the street.

Gloria: Again.

Michael: Watch it.


Kay: Well, that's terrible. It's so ugly, ugly, ugly, it's unthinkable.

Paul: Knowing Judge Hendricks as you do, I can only imagine.

Kay: Look, Paul, you don't really know him. So reading about this man, if you ran across it in the course of an investigation and you didn't have a stake in whether it was true or not, would you believe it?

Paul: Katherine, that's not a fair question.

Kay: Well, come on. Wh-why the hesitation?

Paul: (Sighs) there's an occupational bias. I'm a private investigator. Private investigator's are trained to believe where there's smoke, there's fire.

Kay: Well, I'm an untrained layperson. What am I supposed to believe?

Paul: I can't answer that for you. I can only present you with the information. You have to make your own judgment. I can tell you this. If you were sitting on a jury and you had reasonable doubt... you'd vote to acquit.

Kay: But when I'm on the jury, I'm not marrying the defendant. Oh, Paul, let's, please-- let's stop talking in parables, for heaven sakes. Arthur is the man I'm going to marry and Arthur is the father of Jill, and yes, this is his stepson, all right, this--this Harrison Bartlett. Is he just a bitter young man looking for someone to blame for his mother's death, or...

Kay: Is it a warning that none of us should ignore?

Jill: Elsiann, I've been gone for several days. Are you telling me this is all the mail I have? Or maybe this is all the mail that didn't get thrown away by some moron in the mailroom. And three phone messages? I mean, I should have dozens. It just doesn't make any s-- any sense. Um... yeah, thank you. Look into it. No, no, no, tomorrow will be fine. I'm sorry to call you at home. I just don't understand it. Okay, bye. Hello.

Harrison: Hello. Jill Abbott.

Jill: Yes. Can I help you?

Harrison: I'm Harrison Bartlett.

Jill: Do we have an appointment?

Harrison: I realize that it's after hours.

Jill: Well, as it turns out, its okay, I'm free. What can I do for you? Although, I have to tell you, we're not hiring right now.

Harrison: I'm not here for a job. I'm Arthur Hendricks' stepson.

Jill: Oh, my God. Really?

Harrison: Yes.

Jill: Well, I guess this makes us related.

Harrison: Not really.

Jill: Okay. So have you been to see Arthur?

Harrison: I have no interest in seeing Arthur. I'm here to tell you that he's a killer, a cold-blooded killer.


Nick: Thanks, Charlie.

Jack: So how long has it been since we saw each other?

Nick: Not since that whole ordeal with Cameron Kirsten ended.

Jack: Yeah, your mom kept me updated on that. I'm glad the two of you made it out in one piece.

Nick: Tell me about it.

Jack: So how are you and Sharon doin' now?

Nick: We're all right. At least, I think we are.

Jack: Nick, what's goin' on?

Nick: It's Sharon. She's going through something. She feels like she needs something more in her life.

Jack: Something more like what?

Nick: That's what we've been trying to figure out. She'd like to get involved with the cosmetics division of Newman, you know, as like a spokesperson for Brash & Sassy.

Jack: Well, it sure sounds like an easy fit. She's got the face, the figure for it.

Nick: Well, that's what I said. But unfortunately, so far, we have come up empty.


Sharon: Well, as you can see, I just spent the whole evening making dinner for absolutely no one.

Dru: Don't I know that scenario. It's so frustrating.

Sharon: Yeah, I'm sure. Why don't you just come out with it, Dru?

Dru: Come out with what?

Sharon: Well, I'm sure you're here to gloat. It's obvious. Ever since you've torpedoed my chances of getting a job at Newman Enterprises...

Dru: Whoa. See? That's exactly why I came by, Sharon. To dispel that whole myth.

Sharon: Oh, silly me. You had nothing to do with Neil turning me down flat and you didn't go to Victor, either, telling him what a great mother I am.

Dru: You are a great mother. Wait, you went to Victor?

Sharon: Well, why wouldn't I? The man's my father-in-law, for God's sake.

Dru: Um, Sharon, my husband-- he--he had already decided to pass on you. But I tried, god knows, to convince him to fit you in. Absolutely.

Sharon: Yeah, I bet.

Dru: No, no, no. And since you're a Newman, I figured it would be a slam dunk, you know, that you'd be an employee.

Sharon: Right. I'm sure you were in there just pitching away at how I should have the whole Siberian region all to myself.

Dru: Okay, hold up, hold up. I am trying to help you, and you're goin' off on me like this? Why?

Sharon: Because it is simple. I wanted the job. That's it. Okay? I'm not planning on taking over the whole company or anything. I said that I would work hard, that I would prove myself and that I would be a professional. But obviously, the people who already work there have to protect their turf, don't they?

Dru: Sharon, you've got it all twisted.

Sharon: Do I?

Dru: Yeah.

Sharon: Well, then you prove it to me, Dru.

Dru: How?

Sharon: You go back to your husband, and you talk to him again. You put in a good word for me. Tell him that you want him to give me that job.


Dominic: Aah! Stop, Damon, please! Please, just stop. You listen to me. Please.

Damon: I'm listening.

Dominic: If you kill me... you won't be killing the man who murdered your son. You'll be killing the hope of a thousand little kids who see that violence is their only option.

Dominic: Every child, every life that I save... it'll be a testament that Elias' death was not in vain. This will help me from forgetting why I'm alive, why I'm on this planet.

Damon: Are you through?

Dominic: Porter, you have a choice to make. If you give into revenge, the devil wins. And all the good that could've come from Elias' death dies with me. So don't pretend that you're trying to make this world a better place with my death, because you want this revenge to make yourself feel better. I know revenge, and that's all it'll be-- a tiny little bandage on a gaping wound. But it does. It does. It takes away the pain. But it comes back, Damon. It always comes back. But only this time, it's gonna be worse than before. Because once I'm dead... there's no one else to blame.

Damon: There is nobody else to blame, Dominic!

Dominic: I know.

Damon: You killed my boy! You killed him! And now you're--you're sorry? You're saved? You're reformed? What? I hope it hurts after you die.

Damon: But you're lucky.

Damon: At least you'll get to see it coming.

Dominic: Damon... you want me to beg? Is that what you want? I'll beg, Damon. I'll--I'll beg. Please. Give me-- give me a chance, Damon. Don't--don't do this, please. Damon, come on, man. I don't wanna die. I beg you, please. I-I don't want to die, Damon.


Phyllis: You want my son to live with you?

Chris: Only until things calm down.

Phyllis: Uh-huh. Thanks, Christine, we're doin' fine.

Chris: Doesn't look that way to me.

Phyllis: Oh, great. Now you're gonna judge me. Terrific. I extended myself to you, I knew I shouldn't have asked for your help. That was a big mistake.

Chris: Well, let me tell you, reaching out for help is something you're supposed to do. You put your child ahead of your ego.

Phyllis: Now I'm gettin' a lecture. Thank you.

Chris: Phyllis, you're in the middle of a crisis. Wouldn't it be better to have Daniel away from all this until it blows over? If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't my idea. It was Damonís.

Phyllis: Damon's?

Chris: Yes, he is concerned about Danielís safety.

Phyllis: You talked to Damon?

Chris: He made a point of seeking me out. You seem surprised.

Phyllis: I can't believe that, uh, with everything that Damonís going through, he was worried about Daniel.

Chris: He loves you very much, and he has some strong feelings where Danielís concerned.

Phyllis: Yeah, he does. Well, maybe--maybe, um, maybe he's right. Maybe Daniel should stay with you. I mean, just temporarily, all right? Temporarily.

Chris: Fine.

Phyllis: Until this whole thing blows over.

Chris: Yeah, whatever "this" is.

Phyllis: Right.

Chris: If you want, I'll handle things with Daniel, if you want to go to Damon.

Phyllis: Yeah, I mean, I didn't want to leave him alone, but everything happened so fast.

Chris: Hey, you know what? Just go. Try and stop whatever this is before it's too late. Go.

Phyllis: Right, right.


Jill: What did you just say?

Harrison: Arthur Hendricks, he killed my mother. She went in to have her gallbladder taken out. Everything was fine. She woke up in the recovery room, but the doctors wanted to keep her for the night. In the morning, she was dead. The doctors blamed it on the anesthetic, even though they'd never had a delayed fatal reaction like that before. They knew something was wrong, but they couldn't prove it. They also knew that some potassium chloride had disappeared from the supply room on my mother's floor. They couldn't connect the dots. I put the pieces together. I knew Arthur did it.

Jill: Okay. I'm just gonna, uh, call security. They're not gonna hurt you, no. They're just gonna help you find your way out.

Harrison: I'll find my way out. You love your mother, right?

Jill: Stop this.

Harrison: You want to protect your mother. Well, Arthur Hendricks loves money, but he hates to be tied down. He likes to get rid of those kind of things.

Jill: No, that is ridiculous.

Harrison: No.

Jill: Arthur has never asked for a great deal of money. Katherine would give him anything he wanted.

Harrison: My mother felt that way, too. But that's not what happened.

Jill: What do--what do you do for a living, me. Bartlett?

Harrison: I'm a medical technician. I skip around from city to city.

Jill: I can imagine, yeah.

Harrison: Well, I'm not gonna convince you, like your mother. But at least she's having me checked out.

Jill: Wait a minute. You told my m-- you told Katherine this cra--

Harrison: Yes, yes, I did, and she's hired a private investigator. She's covering her bases, okay?

Jill: She told you that for a fact?

Harrison: Yes, she did.

Jill: Paul Williams.

Harrison: I don't know what the guy's name is, but if he's any-- if he's any good at all, your mother's in for one hell of a surprise.


Kay: And evidently, there was talk of a civil lawsuit.

Paul: Where the standard of proof is less strict.

Kay: But does it mean anything if no suit was ever filed?

Paul: Well, yes and no. I mean... people don't file lawsuits because they can't afford lawyers. I mean, there are any number of reasons.

Kay: Even the simple fact like so-and-so did not kill so-and-so?

Paul: I'm afraid that's true.

Kay: Oh, Paul, thatís... that's such a slippery, slippery slope. I mean, begin to believe one bit of this and then you're beset by doubts. I'm just not going to go there. I know Arthur, and I have this gut feeling, and by God, after all these years, if I cannot trust that...

Paul: So you don't want me to pursue this?

Kay: No.

Kay: Yes. Well, no, if you find something that's too important to be ignored, then I do want this dropped. It's just that I would be so curious to be certain.

Paul: That's not always possible.

Kay: I realize that. I realize that.

Paul: I tell you what, Katherine, why don't you think about this? Call me tomorrow. You let me know what you decide. I'm here for you.

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Paul: Good night.

Kay: Good night, Paul. Thank you.

Kay: It isn't true. It isn't true. No. No. No.

Kay: It simply is not true.


Gloria: Don't you worry. I have everything under control.

Michael: (Chuckles) I will say this much for you, Gloria. You don't lack confidence.

Gloria: Look, I played it safe for too many years, afraid to throw your father or Kevinís father out of our lives, when they both could be monsters. But I've learned now that you have to take risks if you want to catch the brass ring.

Michael: You've learned now?

Gloria: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Well, just make sure the risks you take are your own.

Gloria: Oh, I will. And just know, when my ship comes in, I will pay you back for all the things I've charged to your account.

Michael: You know, forget the charges. Just pay me back by not doing anything to get me noticed, all right? My life is good now. I want to keep it that way.

Gloria: Oh, you're talking about the lovely Lauren Fenmore. Things heating up between you two?

Michael: I'm not talking about my love life with you.

Gloria: Okay. I'm gonna leave now.

Michael: Thank God.

Gloria: Oh, oh, no, no, no. Better wait a moment so no one sees us go out together. Oh, um, one more thing-- if things work out with you and Lauren, do you think you could get me a discount at Fenmoreís?

Michael: Get out.

Gloria: Okay. Ooh, ooh, bye.

Michael: Oh, Lord, wasn't there a padded cell in an asylum somewhere? Couldn't you have just given me boils?


Daniel: Kevin, look. I get that you're hurting, but everyone has their heart broken from, uh, time to time, and you just have to learn to deal with it and move on.

Kevin: It's easy for you to say.

Daniel: I'm your friend. I'm trying to shake some sense into you.

Kevin: So what should I do, huh? Just let Michael get away with stealing Lauren?

Daniel: Oh, no, I didn't say that.

Kevin: Well, what would you do?

Daniel: You mean, if I were in your shoes?

Kevin: Yeah. Would you just wimp out and let it slide?

Daniel: Hell, no. I'd clobber him.

Kevin: You mean, like hit him in the head when he's not looking or something?

Daniel: No, I'd look him straight in the eye and punch him in his face. Beat him up, humiliate him. That's your revenge. You'll never have to take anything from him ever again, I guarantee it.

Kevin: Yeah, but Michaelís bigger than me.

Daniel: Is he madder than you? Has he been screwed over like you?

Kevin: No, but still, he--

Daniel: Anger is a great adrenaline rush, Kev. It can give you strength that you never thought you had. Teach your brother a lesson he'll never forget.

Kevin: Maybe you're right.

Daniel: Of course I'm right. Show your brother you can stand up for yourself.


Jack: So wait. You went to Neil with this, the idea of hiring Sharon on at Newman, and he shot you down?

Nick: Pretty much.

Jack: Wow, talk about a kick in the teeth.

Nick: Well, I guess that's what happens when you get booted out of the family business.

Jack: Yeah, I know a little somethin' about that.

Nick: You know, Jack, it would be one thing if this was just about me. But now, Sharonís all depressed again.

Jack: Oh, that's a shame. You know, Newman is not the only game in town. There is another cosmetics firm here that, uh, I might have some pull with.

Nick: Are you suggesting...

Jack: Let me just see what I can come up with. Jabot may have something for your wife.

Nick: Are you serious? Because, Jack, if you could get Sharon a job there, it would mean the world to her and to me.

Jack: Well, you tell Sharon to stop worrying. Old smilin' Jack's workin' on it.

Nick: I'll do that. Thank you.

Jack: Well, don't thank me just yet. I can't make any promises, but, actually, the more I think about this, the more intriguing the idea is in a lot of ways.


Dru: Sharon, as quiet as it's kept, I'm on thin ice with my husband, and you know how guys are. You know, they're so hardheaded, and anyway, he's passed on you.

Sharon: Well, I'm sure you can change his mind, Dru.

Dru: See, that's where you're wrong. You don't know my husband. He's let me know he's running the company, not me.

Sharon: Uh-huh. How convenient for you.

Dru: What do you mean?

Sharon: Are you sure you're not here to gloat? Or maybe you drove all the way out here tonight just so you can cover your own butt in case you do find yourself working with me one day. You don't want to have made any enemies, do you?

Dru: I'm not the enemy, and I hope that you don't see me as such.

Sharon: We'll see, won't we?

Dru: You know, I drove all the way over here to make a point, and now I've made it, and I'm gonna bid you adieu. Let me just say this-- I'm gonna put in a good word for you... when the timing is right.


Jill: So you're telling me that this, um, potassium whatever it is is poison?

Harrison: Potassium chloride. They use it in heart surgery to stop--stop the heart so they can get the work done. They also use it in, uh, you know, with lethal injections, capital punishment. It's an interesting drug, because once it's done its job, it's undetectable in the body. I mean, it would never turn up in a routine autopsy.

Jill: And they didn't do a routine autopsy?

Harrison: I wasn't available when my mother died. But when I finally started putting the pieces together, it was too late. She had already been cremated, per her request.

Jill: Look, I'm sure that it was a very difficult time for you, Mr. Bartlett.

Harrison: Well, it wasn't for Arthur Hendricks. He was havin' one hell of a vacation, until the money ran out. My money.

Jill: I don't know what to say. The truth is, I think there's a mistake here. I think we're talkin' about a different Arthur Hendricks.

Harrison: No, we're not. The only mistake is that you're not taking my advice. Your mother is having me checked out. You know what? You, too, could be in a lot of danger.

Jill: What?


(Doorbell rings)

Phyllis: Damon, are you in there? (Knocks on door)

Phyllis: Damon? Damon? Oh, God, Damon, please answer the door.

Phyllis: Damon?

Phyllis: Damon.

Phyllis: Damon.

Phyllis: Damon, what happened?

Damon: Nothin'.

Phyllis: Where's Dominic?

Damon: I didn't kill him. I wanted to. I tried to. I-I needed to. I couldn't do it. And, Phyllis, I'm ashamed.



Devon: Hey.


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Brad: Ashley and I, it's over, Nikki. We're done.

Abby: What's wrong, Mommy?

Ashley: Mommy's just a little sad today.

J.T.: She's gettin' married in a couple hours.

Mac: Exactly, which is why you need to tell her how you feel before it's too late.

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