Wednesday Y&R Transcript 12/1/04

Y&R Transcript Wednesday 12/1/04 -- Canada, Thursday 12/2/04 -- U.S.A.



By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Phyllis: All right, Christine. Level with me. How bad is this?

Chris: Well, that depends. If there is a tape of your conversation with Dominic Hughes as we hope, that (intercom beeps)

Chris: Yes, Chantal? All right, send him in. Thank you. Detective Weber. Remember what I said. Let me do the talking.

Hank: Good. I'm glad you're both here.

Chris: You have some news?

Hank: Yes, counselor, and, uh, it's not good news.


Daniel: Hey.

Damon: Hey.

Daniel: So you look good. How are you feeling?

Damon: I'm gettin' there. The doctors are talking about releasing me soon.

Daniel: That's great.

Damon: You know how happy I am to be alive.

Daniel: I'll bet. Now you said, uh, you were gonna tell me what happened when you almost died. You said you had some kind of strange experience.

Malcolm: Excuse me, nurse. Um, is Dr. Winters around? She wasn't in her office.

Nurse: I could page her for you.

Malcolm: I'd appreciate that.


Daniel: You saw your son?

Damon: He was as real to me as you are right now.

Nurse on P.A.: Dr. Winters, please report to the sixth floor nurses' station.

Daniel: Wow, and you think that's why you made it back?

Damon: I'm sure that doctor that was working on me would have a different explanation. But I know what I know.

Daniel: That's really, really cool. I mean, just...

Damon: No, that's okay. You're right. It was very cool to see Elias again.

Damon: All right, enough about that. How are you?

Daniel: I'm okay.

Damon: No, you're not. You're worried about your mother.

Daniel: It's kind of hard to think about anything else right now.

Damon: There's nothing you can do, Daniel. You have to live your life.

Daniel: Yeah. I know. When you're 17 and your mom's all you got, it kinda matters what she's going through, especially when she's facing what you two are facing.


Mac: I can't live like that, no way. Hey, you wanna get a place together? 'Cause I am totally ready. Maybe I should get a paper and start looking through ads, because I am not going to let J.T. railroad me into living with Bobby and Brittany.

Kevin: Well, sounds like he's really pressuring you.

Mac: I know. How many times do I have to say it? "J.T., this is a bad idea. Mm, I really don't want this to happen, J.T." But there he is, telling those two, "I'm willing to give it a shot" right in front of me. Can you believe the nerve? But anything for Brittany.

Kevin: Hmm. Sounds like you're really down on the guy.

Mac: J.T.? Are you kidding me? I could strangle that guy. God, not giving me a vote in my own apartment.

Kevin: Well, it kind of surprises me.

Mac: Why? 'Cause of how he's treating me?

Kevin: Well, that and, um... I mean, uh, Daniel thought that you really liked the guy.


Jill: Katherine only offered you that position as a way of lashing out at me.

Jack: C.E.O. of Chancellor Industries? I don't think so. Your mother would not play those games. She's much too smart a businesswoman.

Jill: Oh, please, she's using you.

Jack: She made a calm and rational proposal. She obviously thinks I am right for the job.

Jill: She blames me for Arthur leaving. This is payback, plain and simple.

Jack: It did not sound like spite to me. In fact, you're the one that sounds angry.

Jill: You're damn right, I'm angry. My mother's trying to rob me of my birthright.

Jack: Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?

Jill: Oh, you know what I want you to do. I want you to turn it down if you haven't already. But you're not gonna do that, are you?

Jack: I told your mother I would consider it.

Jill: Oh, my God. You're seriously considering taking that job? That is such a betrayal. How could you do that to me?


Nikki: Katherine, I am so sorry. If I had any idea, I would have jumped in my car and been over there in no time.

Kay: Oh, darling, please. I just had to get out of the house because everywhere I turned, it was just--

Nikki: You thought of Arthur. I understand. Do you really think he's gone for good?

Kay: Thanks to Jill. My God, I have lost another man that I have loved because of her.

Nikki: You really think he left because of her suspicions?

Kay: Only because she was far too eager to buy into Harrison’s lies.

Kay: I... I don't think I'll ever see that dear, sweet man again, really. I've lost Arthur. I've lost a daughter. You know, I'm more alone now than I've ever been?


Bobby: Well, what do you think? Is this great news or what?

Brittany: I don't understand. How did this happen?

Bobby: Well, I told Nikki about our situation, and she invited us to stay up at the ranch. It was pretty nice of her. What's wrong?

Brittany: Well, we had the perfect arrangement all worked out.

Bobby: Perfect? Living in that ratty apartment with those two kids?

Brittany: The loft is not ratty, and Mac and J.T. are my friends.

Bobby: Okay, they're your friends, but you're not like them anymore.

Brittany: Just because I'm married doesn't mean I can't relate to them.

Bobby: That's not what I meant. I can't believe we're arguing about this. This is the Newman ranch. We'd be living in the lap of luxury. I know I could used to that real quick.

Brittany: What about me?

Bobby: What about you? It's right up your alley. You'd love it out there.

Brittany: But its way out in the country, and I barely know Nikki.

Bobby: So you'll get to know her. She's a terrific lady.

Brittany: To you, maybe. To me, she's always been a little cold.

Bobby: That's just because you haven't spent much time together. Trust me, you two are gonna get along great. I guarantee it.



(Cell phone rings) (Ring) (Ring)

Neil: Neil Winters.

Nick: Hey, I'm glad I caught you.

Neil: Hey, Nicholas. What's up?

Nick: I need to see you. Are you in the building?

Neil: Uh, actually, I'm out. I'm getting some fresh air and a cup of caffeine. Would you like me to pick you something up from the coffeehouse?

Nick: No, thanks. Just get here when you can. It's important.

Neil: Okay, Nicholas. I sure will. Bye-bye.

Dru: Honey.

Neil: Hmm?

Dru: I'm sorry I'm late.

Neil: Hey. Mm. Oh, don't worry about it. Your timing's perfect.

Dru: Doesn't seem like yours is. Is Nick giving you grief 'cause you're not at the salt mines 24/7?

Neil: How'd you guess?

Dru: Well, you know, I'm kinda telepathic that way. No, sir, I was overhearing your conversation.

Neil: Mm-hmm. I got you a cappuccino. I know you don't have much time before your meeting.

Dru: I have all the time in the world for you. I know you must be molded having to take direction from Nick Newman after you've been running things. (Scoffs)


Jack: Do you honestly think Katherine would be that vindictive?

Jill: Oh, you bet I do. The board is looking for a C.E.O., and all of a sudden, she asks you, one of my dearest friends? How convenient.

Jack: Maybe you're forgetting I have some recent history with this company. I am, after all, the one that exposed Elliot Hampton's fine work.

Jill: How can you be so blind? You were just over at the house. You saw the way she treated me. She's turning into the same miserable old rodent she used to be. I have been working with the executive search committee of the board for a month, and she knows that. Now all of a sudden, she's making this unilateral decision without consulting anybody.

Jack: "Miserable old rodent"? My, I haven't heard you call your mother that in some time.

Jill: If the fangs fit.

Jack: What the hell is this really about? What's going on here? Since when are you interested in running Chancellor Industries?

Jill: You don't think I'm up to it?

Jack: I didn't say that. I asked you--

Jill: I know what you're asking me. Of course I'm interested. My God. I've been going crazy here, twiddling my thumbs while Rome burns. Ever since they dropped the men's line, I've just gone nuts.

Jack: They why didn't you throw your own hat in the ring?

Jill: Because I didn't think I had to, Jack. You know, I came to you for help with Elliot, and this is the thanks I get? I asked you to investigate all the innermost workings of that company, and you use it as an entree to shove me out of contention? I can't tell you how shocked I am at you. This is not the way friends treat friends.


Nikki: I don't believe for a minute that you've lost Jill. You'll find a way to work things out.

Kay: No, I won’t.

Nikki: Katherine.

Kay: No. I do not want anything to do with her. She has robbed me of every chance I've ever had at happiness.

Nikki: Not deliberately.

Kay: Don't believe for a minute that she wasn't planning this all along, Nikki.

Nikki: Arthur wasn't forced to leave town. That was his decision.

Kay: Are you taking her side?

Nikki: No, I'm just saying that as upsetting as this is, I want you to keep your mind open to the possibility of you two becoming friends again.

Kay: Oh, please. We have been at one another's throats for years, and perhaps that is simply the natural order of things. This interlude of, what, affection was merely a fluke-- some unnatural aberration.

Nikki: Oh, come on. You don't really believe that.

Kay: Don't I?

Nikki: Katherine, you and Jill have been wonderful together. To discover the deep connection that you have--that is a gift. Believe me, I know. It would be so sad if you two went back to being the way you were.

Kay: But she has robbed me of everything that I have lived for.

Nikki: She is your daughter.

Kay: Oh...

Nikki: She is family. Family is the most important thing, as you well know.

Kay: Nikki, what is it? Come on now. You haven't heard from Victor.

Nikki: Oh, he deigned to call me today.

Kay: Mm-hmm? And?

Nikki: It just flabbergasts me-- his inability to see how his actions affect other people, especially me.

Kay: You know and I know that has never been victor's strong point.

Nikki: No kidding.

Kay: Is he coming home soon?

Nikki: I don't even know where he is, much less when he's coming home. What does that say about my marriage?


Brittany: I don't know about this, Bobby.

Bobby: Well, what's not to know? We need a place to stay. Nikki's offering her home to us. We'd be crazy to say no.

Brittany: I'd feel more comfortable with my friends.

Bobby: Look, I know you like hanging out with J.T. and Mac, but we're married now. You gotta start breaking away from that. Besides, you're so much more mature than those two. That's why I married you. You're not a girl. You're a woman now.

Brittany: You're trying to flatter me.

Bobby: Yeah. Is it workin'?

Brittany: If we're both so mature, we should be able to live anywhere.

Bobby: Come on. The loft?

Brittany: The important thing is that we're together, right? Besides, Nikki invited you. I'm just your baggage.

Bobby: All right, now you're talking ridiculously.

Brittany: I don't care. I don't wanna do this.

Bobby: Well, hold on. So what exactly are you saying here?

Brittany: I'm saying you can live at the ranch if you want. Count me out.


Mac: Me like J.T. as in... no, okay, first of all, that's not true. Why would Daniel say that?

Kevin: Uh, I don't know. He is a perceptive guy.

Mac: Well, not half as perceptive as he thinks he is.

Kevin: No, really, Mac. He's, um... he's pretty sharp, a lot more than guys who are technically older than he is.

Mac: You sound exactly like him.

Kevin: Ew. Why do you say that?

Mac: Because he's always-- okay, wait. Why are we even talking about Daniel all of a sudden?

Kevin: I don't know.

Mac: What does he have to do with... oh, okay. I get it. I know exactly what you're trying to do.

Kevin: (Chuckles) what?


Nurse: I'm sorry, sir. Dr. Winters isn't answering her page.

Malcolm: Yeah, yeah, I see that. Um, I really need to leave her a message.

Nurse: Would you like her voice mail?

Malcolm: Yeah, that'd work.

Nurse: Okay.

Malcolm: Thank you.

Malcolm: Hey, Liv, it's me, Malcolm. Um, look, I'm down here at Memorial, but you don't seem to be around. We really need to talk, Olivia. I don't agree with the way you're handling the situation with Nate. I want to see him... soon.

Damon: I know you're scared. Keep the faith, slick. You know your mother and I never plotted to kill nobody. Sooner or later, that will be made obvious to everyone.

Daniel: I'm surprised you of all people have faith and trust in the system. I mean, that creep that murdered your son--he was locked up for, what, five minutes?

Damon: Yeah, well, that's a different matter entirely.

Daniel: What if the truth doesn't come out? What if my mom goes to jail for attempted murder? I mean, where does that leave me?

Malcolm: Excuse me. Daniel, right?

Daniel: Yeah, hey.

Malcolm: Did I just just hear you say something about your mom going to jail?


Hank: I spoke to the authorities of the Georgia prison where Dominic Hughes was incarcerated.

Chris: What did they say?

Hank: Well, unfortunately for your clients, conversations between prisoners and visitors are neither recorded or taped.

Phyllis: That's great.

Hank: Meaning, no one can verify what Hughes and Ms. Abbott discussed that day.

Phyllis: So you're saying it's my word against the criminal’s.

Hank: You still claim that you went down to Georgia to convince Hughes not to come to Genoa City when logic tell us that this is the last place he'd want to be.

Chris: Oh, my client felt it was better to be safe than sorry. As it turns out, her efforts were wasted because he was determined to come here anyway.

Hank: Not according to him, he wasn’t.

Phyllis: He's lying.

Chris: Well, let me handle this. We believe that Dominic Hughes wanted Damon off his back by proving to him that he was a reformed man.

Phyllis: Yeah, he knew Damon wanted--

Chris: Phyllis, please.

Phyllis: Detective Weber has already tried to crucify me once. It seems to me that he wants to do it again.

Hank: Look, Ms. Abbott, you may have been falsely accused in the past, but that doesn't give you a free pass this time. There may be, however, a way for us to solve this impasse.

Chris: What are you talking about?

Hank: The D.A. will go for a plea agreement if your clients consider a confession.


Neil: Honey, Nick and I get along just fine.

Dru: Okay, you're not answering my question.

Neil: Didn't know there was one.

Dru: Do you resent taking orders from Nick Newman?

Neil: Honey, if I carried around that kind of attitude, I'd have a lot more time on my hands to drink cappuccino.

Dru: All right, so you're gonna take the high road, huh?

Neil: And that's why you love me so much.

Dru: You're absolutely right.

Neil: Yeah, I am. So who's your appointment with?

Dru: Ah, top secret. Mm. Beauty pageant stuff.

Neil: Uh-huh. How's it going?

Dru: My concept is flawless, honey. It's gonna blow you and little-boy-wonder- sitting-in-Daddy's-chair away.

Neil: You are in rare form today, Dru.

Dru: Yes, I am. Yes, I am. I got a bone to pick with you.

Neil: Oh, yeah? What about?

Dru: Where do you get off giving invitations out for dinner without notifying me first?

Neil: Honey, its Malcolm. Uh, I didn't think it'd be an issue.

Dru: It's gonna be an issue when you sit down at that table and there's nothing to eat 'cause I didn't have time to cook.

Neil: All right. No one's expecting you to make a big deal about it.

Dru: What if I don't feel like cooking?

Neil: Okay, then. So don't cook. I'll cook. We'll order in. It doesn't matter. The point is it has nothing to do with the food. It has everything to do with Malcolm coming over for dinner. Hey, baby, I'm not quite sure I understand your attitude. You welcomed Malcolm back with open arms. You know how happy it'll make Lily. The girl practically begged me to reach out, have her uncle stay in town. And you know and I know that he doesn't have a place where he can invite us.

Dru: Honey, okay, okay. We'll do it, all right? It's all right.

Neil: Thank you. Oh, yeah, don't forget to congratulate him on his new job.

Dru: Malcolm has a job?

Neil: Yeah. Don't sound too excited. It's right here at the coffeehouse, minimum wage. You know, I--actually, I thought he might still be on his shift. I guess he--

Dru: Wait a minute. He's gonna be working here, with all that talent?

Neil: Yeah, that was my question. But you know what? That's all he wants at the moment, so c'est la vie.

Dru: It's just really, you know, strange, a world-class photographer, you know, pouring coffee here. It's--

Neil: Drucilla, part of the reason he's doing it is because he wants to be close to his niece. He found out this is her favorite hang. If you ask me, nothing wrong with that.


Bobby: You know I would never stay at the ranch without you.

Brittany: Then I guess neither of us will be staying there.

Bobby: Is that how our marriage is gonna be, your way or the highway?

Brittany: You're the one who doesn't care about my feelings.

Bobby: I care. I just don't get it. Think about what a blast it'd be. It's a huge house, a lot of space. They've got horses, they've got a full-time chef. And Nikki promised we'd have plenty of privacy.

Brittany: We'd have our own room at the loft.

Bobby: Yeah, with J.T. right next door. Look, it's bad enough I gotta see the kid around town, but live with him?

Brittany: I told you, I'll talk to him.

Bobby: And I'm telling you, we are not staying at the loft.

Brittany: But, Bobby, I--

Bobby: No buts. Okay? We're not talking about this anymore. We've heard each other out, and I'm making a decision. We are staying at the ranch, and that's final. You don't like it, it's too bad. I'm your husband, and this is the way it's gonna be.

Brittany: Well, I guess I should call J.T. then.

Bobby: Yeah, you can do that later. Let's just get our stuff and check out our new digs.


Kay: Well, surely Victor must have a reason for what he's doing.

Nikki: I've heard his reasons, and I don't buy them. He's just following his own selfish whims.

Kay: We know he's a man who needs to regroup from time to time.

Nikki: Well, I have done a little regrouping of my own.

Kay: Whatever that means.

Nikki: That means that I have a friend who's having some financial problems, and I have offered for him and his new bride to move in here temporarily.

Kay: You mean... Bobby Marsino?

Nikki: Yes, exactly.

Kay: Oh, Nikki, I know you're in business with the man, but--

Nikki: Look, I need to do this. I want to help him.

Kay: Why?

Nikki: I-I can't get into all of it right now. You're just gonna have to trust me. It is the right thing to do.

Kay: I don't want you to take this wrong, but--

Nikki: Katherine, I know what I'm doing.

Kay: Listen to me. I mean, please listen to me. All I'm asking is that you be very, very careful. Now I know that you-- you're irritated with victor right now. But, darling, please, please don't do anything to alienate that man any further.

Nikki: What are you implying? That I did something to make Victor leave?


Jack: If that's the way you see things, fine, but I am shocked that you would think I would consciously try to muscle you out of Chancellor Industries.

Jill: Well, maybe you just can't help it. Maybe it's in your nature. You just see an opportunity, and you take it.

Jack: Or maybe you're mistaking me for someone else, sweetheart. That is not the way I work.

Jill: If you say so.

Jack: It is pretty obvious to me your mother does not want you running her company, but I would think you would be thrilled that I'm in that seat rather than some stranger.

Jill: I'm just gonna ask you one question, okay? Are you gonna turn down that offer, Jack?

Jack: I haven't decided. But I will tell you, right now I'm leaning toward accepting it.


Chris: Wait a minute. You're offering a plea bargain before there's even been an arrest?

Hank: At the moment, I'm speaking off the record, counselor. This might be an opportunity for your clients to plead guilty to a lesser charge.

Phyllis: I'm not pleading guilty to a crime I didn't commit. I'm not doing it. We're talking about a man whose son was murdered in front of his eyes in cold blood. He died in his arms. No jury on the planet is gonna convict him.

Chris: For the last time, stop talking.

Hank: I hate to break it to you, Ms. Abbott, but juries have to follow the law. You can't plan to kill someone because they harmed you. As sympathetic as your case may be, it's still a crime.

Phyllis: I didn't plan to kill someone.

Hank: You tell that to Dominic Hughes. He has some pretty colorful scars to show off in court and a very convincing story to persuade 12 jurors he was only acting in self-defense.

Chris: Are you filing formal charges?

Hank: We're still investigating.

Chris: All right, then this conversation is over. Thanks for coming by.

Hank: Think about what I said, ladies.

Chris: Good-bye, detective.

Hank: Good day.

Chris: Nice, Phyllis. Real nice.


Malcolm: Hey, man. Look, I don't like what I'm hearing from Daniel. He says you've been laid up in this place because of some payback that went bad over a son that got killed. Look, if that's the deal, I'm sorry. But how the hell could Phyllis be involved in something like that?

Damon: Who is this fellow?

Malcolm: I'm somebody who cares about Phyllis.

Damon: That makes two of us. It's a complicated story, and I believe Daniel and I were having a private discussion.

Malcolm: All right, and I don't mean to be rude. But Phyllis is a friend of mine. Now if she's in some kind of trouble, I just--

Damon: I don't mean to be rude either, but I don't know you, and I don't owe you an explanation.

Malcolm: Okay, why don't you just relax? I'm just trying to get some information, see if I can help out, that's all.


Kevin: I'm not trying to do anything.

Mac: Oh, right.

Kevin: No, really. I-I don't even know what you mean by that.

Mac: Come on, Kevin. You and Daniel are pretty good friends. I'm sure he's mentioned how he feels about me. (Laughs) it's pretty obvious that you're talking him up, trying to change my mind about seeing him. That's really sweet.

Kevin: It is?

Mac: Yeah. You're being a great friend to him.

Kevin: Well, I think Daniel’s a great guy. I meant every word. I think he's smart. He really understands people. And the fact that he is a lot younger never even occurs to me.

Mac: It's really nice what you're trying to do, but you know what? I have a lot on my mind right now.

Kevin: So, um, what you said before-- you know, about us getting a place together...

Mac: Oh, I was just kidding.

Kevin: Yeah, I know.

Mac: Why, Kevin? Would you consider moving in with me if I asked you to?

Mac: Okay. Just forget I said it. Thanks for letting me vent. It really helped. I guess I'd better figure out where I'm staying tonight.

Kevin: Wait a minute. You're leaving?

Mac: Yeah. You have a good night, okay? See you around.

Kevin: Yeah. See ya.

Mac: Bye.


Nick: So Okamura said they should be up and running by the end of next week. Did you see the display rack prototype?

Neil: Yeah, I did. They did an outstanding job.

Nick: Yeah, they sure did. I wanna know who their designer is. Now about the beauty pageant...

Neil: Yeah. I was just talking with Drucilla. She's extremely confident--

Nick: I'm cutting it, Neil.

Neil: You're what?

Nick: Bottom line is it's just not gonna work for us, not at this time.

Neil: I think you should reconsider. This pageant has so much potential for a positive impact on our cosmetics division.

Nick: I don't disagree with you. The potential is there, but so is the potential for negative consequences. In a contest, you can't control the outcome, which means you can't control the results, and from where I'm sitting, that's just too many unknowns.

Neil: Very conservative viewpoint.

Nick: We're leading the pack right now. I think we can afford to be a little conservative.

Neil: That's a fundamental difference in our philosophies, Nick. Newman Enterprises can afford to go out on a limb, be creative and innovative, leave our competition in the dust.

Nick: Well, I've given this a lot of thought. I'm not changing my mind. The project's dead. Please tell Drucilla I am sorry.

Neil: Tell her yourself.

Nick: You know, this isn't personal.

Neil: I think you're being dishonest.

Nick: Oh, yeah? How do you figure that?

Neil: You weren't going to mess with my projects. Remember that?

Nick: Yeah, my father may have said that when he was here, but he's not here now. Look, I'm in charge, and that means we're gonna do what I think is best for this company. I know what it feels like to get shot down. It used to happen to me all the time. Now, Neil, you're an excellent businessman. You know this place better than almost anyone. I wanna work with you, but if you keep pushing me...

Neil: What? You're gonna fire me?

Nick: That's not my first choice, but if we can't work together...

Neil: Maybe I'll save you the trouble.


Daniel: Malcolm, take it easy. Damon was shot. He's recuperating.

Damon: Daniel, it's all right. Phyllis got herself involved against my wishes, and, no, neither of us was out to hurt anyone.

Malcolm: Police think you were. Daniel, why didn't your mother say anything to me about this at the coffeehouse?

Daniel: I don't know. I guess she didn't wanna bring you down. I mean, you saw how happy she was to see you.

Damon: What was your name again? Malcolm, is it? Um... Phyllis is a very complicated woman. She marches to her own drummer. If you know her at all, you know that about her. As I said, I didn't want her involved. I did my best to keep her out of it.

Malcolm: Yeah, well, it looks like you should have tried a little harder.

Daniel: Malcolm, maybe you should talk to my mom.

Malcolm: I will, Daniel, believe that.

Damon: Once I'm out of the hospital and moving around again, I'm gonna be taking care of things myself. So I don't really suppose anybody's gonna be needing a whole lot of help from you.

Malcolm: Well, I do hope that's true, but just in case, I'm gonna check in with her anyway.

Damon: Suit yourself.

Daniel: Hey, guys, can we talk about something else?

Malcolm: No, Daniel, you know what? It's good. I'm done. I'll get out of your hair... for now. Sure hope you feel better. See you around, Daniel.


(Doorbell rings)

Nikki: Hey, Bobby, Brittany, come on in. Welcome.

Brittany: Thank you.

Nikki: (Chuckles)

Bobby: Mrs. Chancellor, I didn't expect to see you here.

Kay: Oh, yes, well, I just, um, stopped by to check up on a dear friend.

Nikki: So are those all of your things?

Bobby: Actually, we got a couple more bags in the car, but this is all we need for right now.

Kay: It's my understanding that the two of you are going to be here temporarily.

Bobby: Yeah, my condo's being renovated. Nikki here was good enough to let us crash in one of the spare rooms.

Brittany: You have a lovely home, Mrs. Newman.

Nikki: Oh, thank you. I hope you'll be comfortable.

Brittany: I remember when I was here for the gala. Everything was so romantic, with all the lights on the trees. It sure looks different during the day. We passed by the stables on the way up. Those horses are so beautiful. I've never been on one. Well, unless you count the time when I was, like, 8, and I was at a friend's birthday party.

Nikki: Well, maybe one of the stablehands can take you out sometime.

Brittany: Really?

Nikki: Sure.

Brittany: That would be really fun. Thank you.

Bobby: See, I told you you'd like it here.


Paul: Ashley.

Ashley: Oh, hi, Paul.

Paul: Hi. It's been awhile.

Ashley: Yeah, yeah.

Paul: How are you doing?

Ashley: That depends on what you've heard.

Paul: Well, enough to know that you've been better, I guess.

Ashley: Mm. You alone here?

Paul: Yeah, I guess it shows, huh?

Ashley: Okay, okay, join me?

Paul: Sure you don't mind?

Ashley: Mnh-mnh.

Paul: Um, I'm kinda surprised to see you here.

Ashley: Oh. Well, I thought I'd get a cup of coffee and a bite to eat.

Paul: Well, looks like you're not doing too well in the eating department.

Ashley: I wasn't that hungry. Would you like it?

Paul: Well, you know what? I'm not that hungry either.

Ashley: Had a rough day?

Paul: (Sighs) unexpected, I guess.

Ashley: Well, I think that'd be kind of common in your line of work, learning the unexpected, isn't that part of being a private eye?

Paul: Well, I guess to the casual observer, but most of the time, you just, uh, follow the leads that lead you to the predictable conclusion, I mean, providing that you know enough of the facts.

Ashley: Oh, that's critical, isn't it? I mean, knowing the facts, reading them correctly.

Paul: Uh... that's pretty cryptic.

Ashley: Uh, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.

Paul: Really? About...?

Ashley: Oh, life and the pursuit of happiness.

Paul: The pursuit of happiness. Does that mean that you haven't found it yet? That's pretty heavy.

Ashley: May I ask you something? Are you looking forward to the holidays?

Paul: (Chuckles) not particularly. Why do you ask?

Ashley: I don't mean to offend you, but I know you're flying solo these days, and you know, I was wondering what it's like to face the holidays when you're...

Paul: Alone?

Ashley: Yeah. I mean, you've heard all about me, right?

Paul: Yeah, Nikki mentioned that you and brad had split up.

Ashley: Now see, that's the classic case of not knowing the facts-- well, misinterpreting them.

Paul: Mm-hmm. Something you wanna talk about?

Ashley: Uh, I just find it kind of odd and a little disturbing. I consider myself to be a fairly intelligent woman, and yet I just deluded myself completely.

Paul: Have you ever entertained the fact that maybe you're not that intelligent? (Laughs) I'm just kidding.

Ashley: Yeah, I have.

Paul: I'm just kidding. Made you smile, though. So tell me, do you think there's any possibility of you and brad, you know--

Ashley: No. No. It's a classic case of burned bridges.

Paul: Well... I'm sorry. I mean, I truly am sorry. I don't wish a solitary Christmas on anyone.

Ashley: Mm. A solitary Christmas. I can't even think about that. I'm just trying to face each day as it comes, you know?

Paul: So, um, is that scone still fair game?

Ashley: It's got your name on it.


Victor: Many a day I've stood by that window weighing important decisions.

Nick: You're back.

Victor: You bet.

Nick: I bet Mom is thrilled.

Victor: Actually, she doesn't know I'm back. I had the driver take me here directly from the airport.

Nick: Any particular reason you wanted to see me first?

Victor: Well, anything wrong with that? Just wanted to see how things are going.

Nick: So I guess the party's over.

Victor: What do you mean, the party's over?

Nick: My time as head of the company has ended.


Phyllis: What? What'd I do?

Chris: You mean, besides pointing out your motive and making yourself look worse again and making sure that Detective Weber knows that Damon wanted Dominic dead?

Phyllis: No, wanting to kill a guy and actually killing a guy are two separate things.

Chris: Don't you see how your words can get twisted around?

Phyllis: Christine, Dominic Hughes is lying. I don't know how else to say it. Do you expect me to just stand here and keep my mouth shut?

Chris: Yes, that is what I expect you to do, yes. If you are required to answer a question, you answer with "yes" or "no," but you do not--I repeat-- you do not elaborate or offer an opinion.

Phyllis: Okay, okay, okay.

Chris: I can't stress how important this is. So I am begging you not one word unless I tell you its okay. Can you promise that?

Phyllis: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Chris: Then say it.

Phyllis: I promise. (Knock on door)

Chris: Did you forget something, detective?

Hank: I was on my way out of the building and got a call from one of my colleagues.

Phyllis: What is it?

Hank: It appears some new evidence has surfaced, evidence that Ms. Abbott may wanna consider carefully before refusing to, uh, confess.


Next on "The Young and the Restless"...

Dru: Neil tells me you took a job at the coffeehouse.

Malcolm: Is there something wrong with a guy wanting to be closer to his niece?

Victor: I missed your mother.

Nick: I'm glad. She needs you.

Bobby: You don't think I'm taking advantage of our friendship, do you?

Nikki: This was my idea. I invited you here.

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