Thursday Y&R Transcript 12/23/04

Y&R Transcript Thursday 12/23/04 -- Canada, Friday 12/24/04 -- U.S.A.



By Eric
Proofread by Emma

Dru: So are you gonna tell Lily--

Malcolm: No, I'm not gonna tell Lily. You'll tell Lily, and you're gonna tell her exactly why I'm not gonna be there-- because her selfish mother is too wrapped up in her own stuff to let her family be together at Christmas. Drucilla, I told you I wasn't your enemy, but right about now you're making me rethink that statement.

Lily: Hey, Mom.

Dru: Hi, honey.

Lily: What's wrong? You okay?

Dru: I'm fine. I was, you know, just thinking about last year.

Lily: Oh, yeah. That was crazy, wasn't it? Getting ready to go to Japan, your and Dad's wedding. I can't believe that was all a year ago.

Dru: Neither can I.

Lily: Well, this year is gonna be one of the most special of all. Heís gonna be so surprised when he opens it. But the look on Dad's face when he realizes that Malcolm is in town to stay is gonna be the best gift of all.

Dru: Yeah, baby, I don't want you to get your hopes up too high.

Lily: Mom, don't worry. I know he won't let me down. The only thing we have to worry about is Dad finding out.

Dru: Then maybe you should put that gift to the back of the tree.

Lily: You know what? Good thinking, Mama. Wait, didn't Dad already have a gift under here for Uncle Malcolm?

Dru: Yeah, but he decided not to put it under the tree.

Lily: He really has no idea, does he? (Cash register beeping) (Cell phone rings)


Sierra: There you go. (Ring)

Paul: Yeah. (Ring)

Paul: Paul Williams.

Chris: Hey, you. Uh-oh, that sounds like your business voice. Haven't you clocked out yet?

Paul: Actually, I am at the boutique getting rung up.

Chris: You're buying me a present?

Paul: Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see.

Chris: Listen, the reason I'm calling--

Paul: You're not backing out on me tonight, are you? You'd better not be. You'd better not even be thinking about it.

Chris: Would you relax? I am just running a little bit late. I came by the office to pick up a file. I have to run home, change, do one last-minute errand, and then I will be all yours.

Paul: Oh, I like the sound of that.

Chris: I'll call you when I'm ready.

Paul: You got it. See you.

Sierra: Anything else I can help you with?

Paul: Yes, you can tell your boss to come from the back, so I can wish her a merry Christmas.

Sierra: Actually, Lauren left awhile ago. Her favorite aunt up in Madison is in the hospital.

Paul: Aunt Dot? Is it anything serious?

Sierra: She didn't really say.

Paul: Oh, that's too bad. I mean, it's the holidays and everything.

Sierra: Yeah, well, she said she didn't want her to be alone. Oh, um, excuse me.

Paul: All right, thanks again.

Sierra: Yeah, no problem.


Chris: What in the world?

Michael: Hey, I thought you left to go string popcorn or something.

Chris: I had to pick up a file. What's your excuse?

Michael: Well, my goal is to see actual desktop before the night's over.

Chris: For heaven's sake, Michael.

Michael: Don't give me, "Its Christmas Eve." I'm tired of hearing that one.

Chris: It doesn't change the date on the calendar.

Michael: And that's all it is to me. It's another date on the calendar. Okay, you see, that expression comes dangerously close to pity, all right?

Chris: I guess I just don't understand it.

Michael: Well, good thing you donít. Thankfully, you've never walked in my shoes.

Chris: Michael, I didn't exactly have an idyllic childhood either. I didn't know my father. I was raised by my grandmother.

Michael: Yeah, well, did she put up a tree every year?

Chris: A small one.

Michael: And stuff a goose, go see a grade-school pageant, take you to midnight services on Christmas Eve.

Chris: We had our traditions. What's the point?

Michael: That, that is exactly my point. You grew up with traditions honoring the holiday. I didnít. Do you know how I spent this day last year?

Chris: No.

Michael: Well, I performed a minor miracle. I got a judge to grant Victor Newman bail.

Chris: On Christmas Eve, that was a miracle.

Michael: Mm-hmm, but Victor was stubborn. He wouldn't go home. He said he felt too estranged from his family, and I finally gave up trying to convince him that it was insane to stay in jail. And an hour or two later I got this phone call saying that my client had gone home after all. So, you know, I drove out to the ranch to see if it was true, and, you know, I stood there outside the window looking in at this family celebration, and, uh... and what I saw amazed me. You know, all the kids were so excited. Everyone was beaming and opening presents and embracing. And they'd set everything aside-- criminal charges, everything-- so they could be together and have this special night. And I knew then and there as I was watching that, that was something that I'd never be a part of. It's not in me, and its okay.

Chris: I had no idea.

Michael: Anyway, that ship has sailed, but I know you must have plans, so you go enjoy, you and what's-his-name. Go, get out of here, shoo! I will see you Monday.

Chris: Merry Christmas.

Michael: Yeah.


J.T.: Hi, Mac.

Mac: Hey, what are you doing here alone stuffing your face? Shouldn't you be with your parents?

J.T.: They're on a cruise.

Mac: So you don't have any plans tonight?

J.T.: Nope.

Mac: Well, why don't you come to dinner with my grandma and me? I'm helping out at the Rec center.

J.T.: The Rec center? No, thanks. I really don't mind being alone.

Mac: Okay, well, if you change your mind, let me know. Just call me on my cell phone. I gotta change.

J.T.: Want a cookie?

Mac: No, thank you.

J.T.: They're good. Much more than this. Snow, sleet, ice, rain all in a span of 24 hours. This is what it looked like for drive


Sierra: And here you go.

Chris: Thanks. That looks really cute. Thank you.

Sierra: No problem.

Victor: Well, look who's here.

Chris: Hey.

Sierra: Hey, Mr. Newman, Cassieís sweater is all wrapped up. I'll go get it for you from the back.

Victor: All right, thank you, Sierra. I'll be waiting for it. How are you?

Chris: Good.

Victor: Good to see you.

Chris: Merry Christmas.

Victor: Yes, Merry Christmas to you. It's almost upon us, isn't it?

Chris: Yeah, for some of us, at least.

Victor: Meaning?

Chris: Victor, I'm gonna ask you a big favor, and if you don't want to do it, I'll understand.

Victor: You name it.

Chris: It involves Michael. I'm hoping you can help me come up with some ideas.

Victor: Some ideas for what?


Lily: I hope Uncle Malcolm doesn't come too late and miss all the fun.

Dru: Honey, its Christmas. It's not a private party for Uncle Malcolm.

Lily: I know. I'm just so excited that we're all gonna be together this year.

Neil: Oh, brr, it's cold out there.

Dru: Hey!

Neil: The temperature must have dropped 20 degrees. Hi, Mama.

Lily: You think it'll snow?

Neil: Maybe if you're lucky. Hey, are all these gifts under the tree for me?

Lily: Yeah, you wish, Daddy.

Neil: Oh, what about those right over there to the right of the tree, all of those?

Dru: You're just gonna have to wait until the big day and see.

Neil: Oh, yeah? Well, it looks like you won't be wanting this.

Lily: Ooh!

Dru: Oh, I didn't say that. Is that what I think it is?

Neil: Whoa! Guess you're just gonna have to wait and see.

Dru: You guys.

Neil: So, um, did Devon have a good time shopping with you, honey?

Lily: I guess so. I think he must have found everything the first day.

Neil: Yeah?

Lily: Although I don't think any of these are from him.

Neil: Really?

Lily: Yeah.

Neil: What happened to his presents? You said, uh, Devon bought some.

Dru: Well, maybe they're towards the back. Take a look.

Lily: Um...

Neil: Yeah, what's that one right there? I don't recognize it.

Lily: No, they're not here. That's from Mom.

Neil: Oh.

Lily: They're not here. I don't know what happened.

Neil: Well, they gotta be here somewhere. Come on.

Dru: Oh, wait.

Neil: Maybe he just stuck 'em way under here or on the side here.

Dru: Honey, hand me that one. That's probably his right there.

Lily: No, that's from me. That's from me.

Devon: Hey, what's going on, guys?

Dru: Well, baby, we were just poking around looking for your gifts.

Lily: Yeah, do you want to get them out? 'Cause we usually put them all under the tree.

Devon: I don't have any presents to put under the tree.


J.T.: Hey, Raul, it's me-- friend-of-years, friend-of-tears J.T. What's going on, man? Um, you're probably showing your parents around Boston, but this is your one nice annual phone call, so Merry Christmas, man. Talk to you later.


Dru: Sweetheart, why don't you have anything to put under the tree? We gave you money to buy gifts.

Devon: I know. I know you did.

Neil: So, Devon, what'd you do with the money?

Devon: Well, I, uh... I used it. I used some of it.

Lily: For what?

Devon: Well, hang on a second here, you guys, and I'll show you, okay?

Dru: Maybe we shouldn't have given him all that money, Neil. He could have used some more supervision, perhaps.

Neil: He didn't know how to deal with it. Maybe I should have helped him out some more, you know?

Lily: No, no, you guys, I feel like this is my fault. I should have stayed with him when we were shopping like you said, Mom.

Dru: No, darling. Don't blame yourself.

Devon: (Chuckles) I got you guys.

Neil: What do you mean?

Dru: What are you talking about?

Devon: In this box here is my present to you all.

Neil: Your present?

Devon: Mm-hmm.

Dru: What?

Devon: They're 7-layer bars. It's my grandmother's recipe. I made them myself.

Dru: Baby, you made these?

Devon: Yeah, I did, I did. Oh, and I spent 20 bucks on the recipe, so let me give you the rest back.

Lily: Why did you decide to bake for us?

Devon: Well, Lily, um, absolutely nothing at all seemed right in them fancy stores that you were taking me to, and I started to think and remember about you making all them cookies, and I guess you could say it inspired me a little bit.

Neil: Wow, Devon, I'm impressed. I had no idea you knew how to cook.

Devon: Well, the few good Christmas memories that I have are with my grandmother. She was really the only person who was ever there for me when I was little, and every single Christmas, she would let me help bake these with her, knowing that they were my favorites, and I really loved doing that.

Lily: Where is she now?

Devon: Well, she died a long time ago, and that's when things got really messed up for me.

Neil: I'm sorry, son.

Devon: Well, you know what? It's okay, though. It's okay. Everything's different now.

Dru: Yeah.

Devon: But anyways, I made these so often with her, I figured I could remember the recipe if I tried, and I knew that it would be something special from me to you, my family.

Dru: Yeah.

Lily: When did you manage to bake all this without anyone noticing?

Devon: Well, it was tough. It was tough. I used the kitchen at the Rec center, and Jamal thought it was a good idea, too. He did. Although my first batch didn't turn out so well. Something didn't taste right in 'em, so I made 'em again, but I'm pretty sure that these are good.

Neil: Devon, I think it's a perfect Christmas gift.

Lily: Yeah.

Dru: Sweetheart, you couldn't have given us anything more meaningful.

Neil: It reminds us of what Christmas really is all about, you know, giving of oneself.

Lily: And maybe you even started a new family tradition-- Grandma's special cookies by Devon.

Devon: Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. You guys haven't tasted 'em yet.

Dru: Okay.

Neil: Break 'em open.

Devon: Come on, try 'em.

Neil: All right.

Lily: These look good.

Neil: Now you made these, right?

Devon: I did.

Dru: Mmm-mmm!

Devon: You like it?

Dru: Here, you take one.

Devon: Let me try.

Neil: Oh, man, these are excellent. I can't believe you made these.

Dru: Mmm.


(Telephone rings)

Michael: Michael Baldwin.

Victor: Victor Newman.

Michael: Oh, Victor, what can I do for you?

Victor: Something has come up. It's a rather serious matter. I need to see you immediately, all right?

Michael: Oh, are you serious?

Victor: Do I sound as though I'm joking?

Michael: Well, what are you trying to do? Set a record, "Most consecutive holidays with legal problems"?

Victor: I need to see you immediately.

Michael: This can't wait till Monday?

Victor: Do I need to remind you that you signed a personal service contract with me a little while ago? Have you been receiving my retainer checks?

Michael: Yes.

Victor: Well, do you want to continue receiving them?

Michael: Where are you?

Victor: My house.


Michael: Well, you didn't leave me much choice.

Victor: The file I want you to read is upstairs, so why don't you make yourself at home, all right? Thank you.


Lily: Dad.

Neil: Hmm?

Lily: You're worried about Uncle Malcolm, aren't you? And you wish he was here.

Neil: With everything in my soul, Lily.

Dru: Sweet, you know how overwhelming Christmas can be. Maybe he had some issues he needed to work out.

Lily: Yeah.

Neil: Dru, he could have set that aside, stayed through the holidays, at least.

Lily: Dad, don't assume that he doesn't care. I'm sure that he's thinking about you, too, you know, wherever he is.

Neil: Yeah, nice thought, Lily, but, um, he's gone. It just would have meant so much having Malcolm here with his family for Christmas.


Noah: Hey.

Michael: Hey. My name's Michael Baldwin. You remember me?

Noah: Uh-huh. You were the man that helped Mommy this year.

Michael: Yeah, I sure was. And you would be Noah.

Noah: Mm-hmm. Uh, will you help me hang up my stocking?

Michael: Yeah, sure. Do I have to pick you up or anything?

Noah: No, uh, do it yourself. The hook's already there.

Michael: Yeah.

Michael: How's that?

Noah: Great, thanks. Hey, you want a candy?

Michael: No, everything's a little too sweet already.

Noah: Okay.

Cassie: Hello, Mr. Baldwin.

Michael: Hello, Cassie. You look very pretty.

Cassie: Thank you. Are you here to see Victor?

Michael: Your grandfather went to get something that he wanted to show me.

Cassie: Cool. I just have to put these presents under the tree.

Noah: You need some help?

Cassie: Sure. Not that one. The bow's undone.

Noah: Oh, okay.

Cassie: You take the rest, and I'll tie this.

Noah: Okay.

Cassie: Can I borrow your finger?

Michael: Pardon?

Cassie: Come here, I'll show you. Come on. Here, I need your finger. Put it right here in the middle. See, press it down, and this is how you start tying a bow.

Michael: I'm not very good at this kind of thing.

Cassie: No offense, but it's not rocket science.

Michael: Right.


Michael: This may be the first Christmas present I've ever wrapped.

Cassie: Are you serious?

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Cassie: You've never given anybody a Christmas present before?

Michael: I'm not big into the holidays.

Cassie: Wow, that's kind of sad. I mean, I know it's my favorite time of year.

Michael: How come?

Cassie: Well, I mean, people are happy. Everybody's trying hard to be nicer to each other. In history class we learned that in World War I they even called a truce for a day, so the soldiers wouldn't have to fight on Christmas.

Michael: Is that so?

Cassie: Yeah, for real. Amazing, huh?

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Cassie: Well, I have to put this under the Christmas tree.

Nikki: Merry Christmas, Michael.

Michael: Oh, Nikki, I'm sorry. I was just waiting for Victor.

Nikki: I know you're waiting for Victor. He'll be right down. I thought you might want some eggnog while you're waiting.

Michael: I don't want to put you out. I'm just here on business.

Nikki: It's no problem. Hey, kids, what's going on? What are you doing over here?

Cassie: We are just putting the presents under the tree.

Nikki: Uh-huh, are you doing a little shaking, too?


Neil: You know, I felt the ice was just starting to melt between us, and now for Malcolm to take off like that, it's not right.

Lily: Dad, you know, maybe he isn't gone forever. You know, he could come back at any time.

Neil: Oh, baby girl, he seemed real determined to put some space between himself and this town. That's really sad. One of the few nights of the year when people travel thousands of miles just to be with their loved ones, and he decides to leave.


(Playing "Silent Night") (Stops playing)

(Knock on door) (Knock on door)

J.T.: Colleen?

Colleen: Merry Christmas, J.T.


Sharon: Merry Christmas.

Nick: Man, my mom makes the best eggnog, don't you think?

Michael: Yeah, I'm sure it's great.

Sharon: You want to try the hors d'oeuvres I brought?

Michael: No, thank you. I'm sure you're a wonderful cook.

Nick: She keeps me happy.

Chris: Hello!

Paul: Ho! Whoa!

Nikki: Hi.

Paul: Hey, Merry Christmas.

Nikki: Hello, Merry Christmas.

Paul: Thank you. Same to you.

Nikki: Oh, it's great to have you.

Paul: Hey, listen, I hope you don't mind. We brought someone.

Nikki: No, not at all. The more, the merrier.

Kevin: Hello, Mrs. Newman.

Nikki: Well, Kevin, hello, good to have you.

Kevin: Thank you so much for including me.

Nikki: You're very welcome. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Paul: It's chilly out there, I tell ya.

Chris: Thank you.

Nikki: Here, Kevin.

Paul: Here, let me lend a hand.

Kevin: (Clears throat)

Michael: Kevin.

Kevin: Hey, big brother. Merry Christmas.

Paul: You know, Chris and I were gonna spend the evening together, and then...

Chris: Yeah, but Nikki called with this lovely invitation. I knew you were working, and I didn't think Kevin should be alone on Christmas Eve, so my heart went out to him.

Kevin: Yeah, poor me. Isn't she something?

Michael: Yeah, she's something. Look, uh, thank you for being so good to Kevin. I mean, this means a lot to him, and it means a lot to me that you're so thoughtful.

Paul: No, come on. Nobody should be alone on Christmas.

Chris: Especially you, feeling the way you do.

Paul: Yeah, Chris and I thought you would be holed up in the office.

Michael: Well, I am in a way. Victor called. Some urgent business that needed my attention. Now he's disappeared, and all these people are arriving. Look, you'll have to excuse me. I'm gonna wait in the solarium for him, okay?

Kay: Merry Christmas, my darling.

Nikki: Oh, Merry Christmas, Katherine.

Kay: Oh, it is brutally cold outside.

Nikki: I'm glad you finally got here. I was starting to worry that you had accepted another offer.

Kay: Oh, stop it. You know there's no place I'd rather be tonight.

Nikki: What have you done? Are they heavy?

Kay: Just put those under the tree.

Nikki: I need a helper. Noah, Noah, come help me. Put these under the tree.

Kay: Thank you, Noah.

Nikki: Okay, careful. Very heavy. Don't open them yet.

Nick: Good evening, Katherine.

Kay: Hello, my darling.

Nick: I'll take your coat.

Kay: Merry Christmas.

Nick: You look beautiful this evening.

Kay: Well, thank you.

Nikki: I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you for lunch the other day. It's been crazy.

Paul: There's one for you and one for you. Your mom actually thinks it's for her, but it's not.

Brittany: Come here.

Brittany: I know we said we weren't giving each other presents, but it's our first Christmas together, and I had to get you something. It's not much. Open it.

Bobby: No, hold on. I kind of felt the same way. I wasn't gonna let our first Christmas go by without getting you a little something, too. Merry Christmas.

Brittany: Merry Christmas.

Nikki: (Clears throat) there you are! Um, why don't you come out and join us? Come on, come on. It's Christmas, Christmas Eve.

Michael: Where'd you have this, nailed under the floorboards?

Victor: I think you'll find it worth waiting for.

Michael: Look, why don't I take this, and we can talk in the morning?

Victor: For your information, tomorrow's Christmas.

Michael: Well, the next day then. I'll review it tonight. You've got a bunch of guests.

Victor: No, I want you to read this file.

Michael: I will, I promise, the moment I get home.

Victor: Michael Baldwin, you're gonna read this file out loud now.


Devon: Let's see what we've got here. Just what is it?

Devon: Oh, no.

Lily: Come on, hurry up.

Devon: (Laughs) no, you didnít. How did you know? How did you know about these? These are the shoes that I wanted.

Neil: Come on, man, you were drooling all over them at the sporting goods store that day.

Lily: Those are nice.

Devon: This is the best gifts that... thank you, Neil.

Neil: You're welcome, Devon. So now that you've got your fancy new kicks, maybe you'll be a challenge out on the court.

Devon: A challenge? Come on now, maybe I'll beat you by 100 points instead of 50 now.

Lily: Uh-oh.

Neil: In your dreams, kid!

Devon: Hey, I'm here now. Any time you want to go, just let me know.

Neil: Yeah, well, it is a little cold outside, windshield factor, you know?

Devon: Now you're making excuses.

Neil: No, there's no excuses going on.

Devon: I'm gonna try these on.

Neil: Hey, Lily.

Lily: Yes?

Neil: Yeah, this one here is for you, my darling.

Lily: Oh, Daddy, what did you get me?

Neil: I don't know, but be old school and rip it open like you usually do.

Lily: I always... whatever!

Neil: (Laughs)

Lily: (Laughs) oh, Daddy, it's beautiful. Thank you.

Neil: You're welcome. Honey, I know that look on your face. What's wrong?

Lily: Nothing is wrong. I love it. I just... I really wish that Uncle Malcolm was here, too.

Neil: Yeah, so do I.

Lily: But it's nice. I love it.

Dru: You guys started opening up presents, I see. What did I miss?

Lily: Nothing. Just opening gifts.

Devon: Hey, did you see the new shoes that Neil got me?

Dru: Yes, darling, I know all about it.

Neil: Oh, you know what?

Dru: Huh?

Neil: If we're opening presents, my darling wife, why don't you open this one right here?

Dru: Oh, sweetie.

Neil: Oh, no, wait, don't open it. Let me get the camera first.

Dru: Okay.

Neil: I forgot all about it. Hold on, I'll be right back.

Dru: Okay. What'd you get, honey? (Doorbell rings)

Lily: A sweater. Oh, my God.

Lily: (Whispering) hi, shh!

Neil: Can somebody get the door? Who's--

Lily: Surprise!

Olivia: Surprise!

Lily: (Laughs)

Neil: Come here, man.

Malcolm: Merry Christmas, Neil.

Neil: Merry Christmas. I thought you... I thought you left town.

Malcolm: It's Christmas Eve, man. You think I want to be away from my family when I've been gone for so long?

Neil: Lily, did you, um... did you know anything about this?

Lily: (Giggles) Merry Christmas, Daddy.

Neil: It sure is now. Merry Christmas. Hey, Devon, come here, son. Come here. You know, it sure is nice having all of us together on Christmas Eve.

Olivia: Thank you.

Lily: Mom, why did Aunt Liv thank you?

Dru: Well--

Olivia: Because it's Christmas, and on Christmas, beautiful things happen.

Neil: Merry Christmas, everybody.

Lily: Merry Christmas.

Olivia: Merry Christmas.

Dru: Merry Christmas. Hey, you guys want some of these special bars that Devon made?

Neil: Yeah, yeah, yeah.


Victor: May I have everyone's attention for a moment? Mr. Michael Baldwin is gonna read something for me, something I think we all ought to be mindful of.

Michael: Vic--

Michael: So, uh, you're all in on this, all of you, huh?

Paul: Do what the man says, Baldwin.

Kevin: Yeah, Mikey, speech!

Michael: "Best and happiest of all...

Michael: "The time before scrooge was his own to make amends in. 'I will live in the past, the present and the future,' scrooge repeated as he scrambled out of bed.íThe spirits of all three shall strive within me.' Oh, Jacob Marley, heaven and the Christmastime be praised for this. I say it on my knees.' He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the spirit of Christmas, and his face was wet with tears. Scrooge dressed himself in his best, and at last he got out into the snow-covered streets. Three or four good-humored fellows said, 'good morning, sir. Merry Christmas to you.' And scrooge said often afterwards, that of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blithest in his ears. He went to church and walked about the streets and watched the people hovering to and fro and patted children on the head and gave to beggars and looked down into the kitchens of the houses and up into the windows and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed that any walk, not anything, could give him so much happiness. Scrooge had no further visits with the spirits of Christmases past, present or future, and it was always said of him... that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed such knowledge. And indeed, may that truly be said of us all, of all of us. And so, as tiny Tim observed, 'merry Christmas and God bless us, every one.'"

Victor: Well, Michael, now my family and all of our friends and your friends would like you to spend Christmas Eve with us.

Chris: Merry Christmas, Michael.

Kevin: Merry Christmas.


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