Y&R Transcript Monday 1/8/07

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Paul: What do you want?

Michael: I wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating the other day.

Sheila: Oh, please, please, get me away from this maniac, please! Please! Michael, look at me.

Paul: Shut up, Sheila.

Sheila: It's Phyllis. It's your old buddy Phyllis! Please!

Paul: I said, shut up!

Sheila: You're so touchy.

Michael: This cannot be happening! You told us she was dead!

Paul: I explained everything to you. I was not going to turn her over to the police. Every time they've captured her, she has escaped.

Michael: So you locked her inside of a cage inside of a warehouse?

Paul: Michael, she was gonna put your wife in that cage. Sheila built that fortress for Lauren.

Michael: You had no right putting me in this position! This is kidnapping! If I don't tell someone, I could lose my law license!

Paul: Michael, stop it! I tried to keep this from you. You were the one who followed me. Don't go crazy on me now. Nobody knows about this but us.

Michael: How long do you think that's gonna last? If I could find my way here, other people can.

Paul: I don't know what else to do with her.

Michael: Well, you'd better come up with something fast.

Esther: Oh, morning, Mrs. C. gee, you look like... I mean, you don't look so hot.

Kay: I have a mirror, Esther.

Esther: I'm going to put on a humongous pot of coffee.

Kay: Well, do it. Stop talking about it.

Jill: Don't we look terrible?

Kay: So I'm told.

Jill: Had any more nightmares about how to find my real son?

Kay: I know you're upset, Jill. And what I told you was a lot for you to digest.

Jill: So that's a no then? No more dreams? No more visions that would help you find Phillip-- the child you claimed you switched with another baby? Or maybe... maybe you just thought you'd drop it in my lap and go about your life as if nothing had ever happened.

Michael: Talk about lousy timing.

Sheila: There's never good timing to be locked up like an animal.

Paul: Except for you.

Michael: Look, I realize you were trying to help, Paul--

Paul: Look, I'm the first to admit, this is not a great set-up. But until I come up with a better plan, it's gonna have to--

Sheila: I wouldn't be making those any time soon. You're gonna be in a cell nowhere near as nice as this.

Paul: Thank you for your contributions, Sheila.

Sheila: Holding somebody in a cell against their will is illegal, isn't it, Counselor?

Paul: Michael, you should've stayed away.

Michael: I wanted to. I wanted to. But just... knowing that she's here-- for some absurd reason, I feel obligated to check in on her.

Sheila: You're so sweet.

Paul: It's a fine time to grow a conscience.

Michael: What did you expect me to do?

Paul: I expect you to turn around and walk outta here and forget everything you've seen.

Michael: I told you... I don't think I can.

Phyllis: I hope you don't mind. Summer and I just wanted to stop by say hi.

Lauren: Fen's asleep.

Phyllis: Oh, really? They sleep so much at this age.

Lauren: Wish I could say the same. You want some decaf?

Phyllis: Yeah, sure.

Lauren: Okay.

Lauren: Oh, excuse me. Hello? Oh, hi, Jeannie. That was today? Oh, I forgot. Um, all right, well, then I'm gonna have to reschedule. Yeah, I don't have my calendar. All right, I'll call you back. Thanks, bye.

Phyllis: Dr. Okamura's office?

Lauren: Yeah. All right, I'll get you that decaf.

Jill: I didn't sleep last night either. At least I managed to put on some clothes.

Esther: Don't pick on her, Jill. Can't you see that she's upset?

Jill: And I'm not? I am the one who might've raised the wrong child.

Esther: I'll get it.

Kay: You have every right to be furious with me, but you are not the only one who is suffering, Jill. That boy was my grandson.

Esther: Hey, everyone, look who's here.

Dru: Finish your breakfast?

Devon: What?

Dru: Is your hearing still fuzzy?

Devon: Yeah, I can hear part of what you guys say, but not everything.

Dru: Okay, well, you know, I'll call the doctor and we'll get that whole thing adjusted.

Devon: No, don't bother. I'm probably gonna be locked up soon anyway.

Dru: Stop saying that.

Devon: Well, why not? It's the truth, right?

Dru: Baby, listen to me. Michael Baldwin is a brilliant attorney. And I have a lot of faith in that man that he's gonna get you out of this jam. Do you hear me?

Devon: You know what? I wish I had that same faith.

Kevin: That's 2 bucks even.

Man: That's Drucilla Winters over there, isn't it?

Kevin: Who wants to know?

Man: Ms. Winters?

Dru: Yes?

Man: I was a friend of Carmen Mesta's. I came to Genoa City to see the person who killed her.

Dru: All right.

Man: I feel very sorry for you, young man.

Devon: Why is that?

Man: For having a mother such as yours.

Dru: Okay, you're outta line!

Devon: What is that supposed to mean?

Lily: I'm sorry, but who are you?

Man: I already told you. I was a friend of Carmen's.

Dru: So what?

Man: I came here to meet you.

Dru: Me? Why?

Man: Because I believe you're the person who murdered the woman I loved.

Lily: Wow.

Amber: I know it's totally bad manners, showing up without calling, but I've been so worried about you, Mrs. Chancellor.

Kay: That's very sweet. But there's no need. Actually, I'm--I'm fine.

Amber: Is that coffee?

Kay: Oh, yes, yes.

Amber: Do you mind if I have a cup? I've been trying to give it up. But now I have this headache from caffeine withdrawal. And if it's not one thing, it's another, right?

Kay: It certainly seems that way, doesn't it? Esther, another cup for our guest please.

Esther: Certainly.

Amber: It's so hard to know what to eat or drink these days. Junk food will kill you. But then they recall lettuce. And wine-- it's good for your heart. But it will rot your liver.

Amber: This is so good. Thank you so much, Esther.

Esther: You're welcome. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.

Amber: I have been channeling my inner Nancy Drew lately.

Kay: I beg your pardon?

Amber: Surfing the web. Looking up, uh, you know, flower shops that sell violets. And those tarot cards that that one woman mentioned.

Kay: Amber, I wanted--

Amber: And I printed up a bunch of stuff. None of it really means anything to me, but who knows? Maybe something here will jog your memory.

Kay: I appreciate your trouble, Amber.

Amber: Oh, it was no trouble at all! Actually, it was kinda fun.

Kay: What--what-- what I meant was, it isn't necessary any longer.

Amber: Did you solve the mystery?

Kay: Oh, no, I think I came to my senses. And chasing clues from a psychic-- it's just all rather silly.

Amber: You know, that coffee is helping so much. Do you mind if I...

Kay: Oh, no, no. Help yourself.

Amber: Yeah?

Michael: I'm glad you called. I was having trouble concentrating on work anyway.

Phyllis: This isn't a social call. I was just over at your place.

Michael: Are Lauren and the baby okay?

Phyllis: I'm worried about her. She canceled her doctor's appointment.

Michael: Again?

Phyllis: And I know that she hasn't left your place lately.

Michael: Try, not at all. She's irritable, anxious, jumpy as hell.

Phyllis: You know, Michael, um, it's very natural that after a woman has a child, her hormones are out of whack. There's something called postpartum depression. I don't know that much about it.

Michael: Maybe it's just new mommy syndrome. You know, not enough sleep, too much to do, not enough hours in the day.

Phyllis: Hey, I'm a new mommy, too. All right, I'm doing fine. I know that--that Fen has different sleeping habits than Summer...

Michael: I guess we won't know until Lauren sees a doctor.

Phyllis: Exactly. I agree. But she keeps on blowing off her appointments.

Sheila: You're back.

Paul: Yeah. I told you I would be.

Sheila: I know. Sometimes I worry, though.

Sheila: Thank you. This looks delicious.

Paul: Is that gratitude I hear?

Sheila: What are you gonna do now? Now that Michael knows I'm here, it's only a matter of time before the secret's out. And what happens then? I'm sure the thought must've occurred to you.

Lily: Mom, why didn't you say anything to him?

Dru: Honey, in front of all these people? Are you kidding? Aren't we in the paper enough as it is?

Lily: Look, he had no business talking to you like that.

Dru: Shh! I know that! But you don't give a person like that power. Now I gotta get back to work. Anybody need a ride?

Lily: No, I don't have class till later. I'm just gonna hang out here.

Dru: All right.

Devon: Yeah, me, too.

Dru: All right, I love you both.

Devon: Love you, too.

Lily: Love you, too.

Dru: Bye, precious.

Lily: Bye. So are you still upset?

Devon: No, no, I'm fine.

Jill: Amber, I didn't realize you were still here.

Amber: Yeah, I was just telling Mrs. Chancellor about my search.

Jill: Your search?

Kay: Well, some of the things that Sylvia told us. Um, Amber has been trying to piece the clues together on the Internet.

Amber: Mm-hmm.

Jill: Have you found anything?

Amber: No. And I think the problem is, I don't really know what I'm looking for, so...

Jill: Afraid I can't help you with that.

Kay: Well, I told her it doesn't matter, because I'm not pursuing it any longer.

Amber: Too bad. Now I'm gonna have to find something else to do with my downtime.

Kay: Well, I, um, I must get back to my paperwork. Let me show you out.

Amber: Gosh, sorry, I've overstayed my welcome. My bad.

Kay: Your bad? No, no, no, dear, you're a... you're the first breath of fresh air into what would otherwise be a very depressing day.

Amber: Oh.

J.T.: J.T. here.

Jill: J.T., its Jill Abbott.

J.T.: Hey, Ms. Abbott, what can I do for you?

Jill: Where are you?

J.T.: I'm at the Newman Towers. I just finished some work on their security system. Why?

Jill: I'd like you to come out to the house right away.

Lily: So what time is your next class?

Devon: I'm gonna cut class.

Lily: Devon! Listen, I know that you were upset, but you can't just cut class.

Lily: Hey, what is the DA and that detective lady doing with that creepy guy?

Devon: I don't know. But whatever it is, it can't be good, though.

Man: I'm David Chow, Mr. Bardwell. I'm the person who contacted you.

Will: Mmm. You say you have information regarding Carmen Mesta's murder?

David: That's right.

Sullivan: May I ask why you didn't come forward with this sooner?

David: Because I've been out of the country. I only recently returned.

Will: And heard the news?

David: Yes. It was a terrible shock.

Will: Are you aware, that you were the subject of a recent investigation?

David: An investigation?

Sullivan: Well, shortly before Ms. Mesta died, she received an envelope with a detailed report about your affair with her at her previous place of work.

David: I see.

Will: So... why did you wanna see us?

David: Mr. Bardwell, I believe Drucilla Winters killed Carmen.

Lily: That is ridiculous!

Sullivan: Okay, could you kids excuse us? We're having a private meeting.

Devon: No, you know what? We're not gonna excuse you.

David: I came to Genoa City, Mr. Bardwell, Ms. Sullivan. I'm here to convince you that you're prosecuting the wrong person.

Lily: Yeah, Devon is the wrong person. But that does not mean that my mother is--

Will: Okay, let's take this out on the patio.

David: Sounds like a plan.

Sullivan: Fine with me.

Lauren: So how long have the two of you been planning this little intervention?

Phyllis: Listen, Lauren, we just... we're concerned about you.

Michael: I asked Dr. Okamura to join us.

Lauren: You called my doctor?

Michael: I think he maybe can help you.

Lauren: With what? Michael, there's nothing wrong. Do you realize what kind of fool I'm gonna feel like when he gets here for no reason?

Michael: All right. All right... I will call and cancel, if you come with me to his office.

Lauren: No, don't-- don't call the doctor. Don't call the doctor.

Michael: All right, good. Good, then we’re off.

Lauren: What?

Michael: Yes.

Lauren: What do you mean?

Michael: Phyllis will watch Fenmore.

Lauren: What?

Phyllis: Yeah, I'll watch Fen. It's no problem. Oh, it's no problem. Don't worry about it.

Michael: Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything's gonna be fine, Sweetie. We're just gonna go there and it will be great. It'll be fine. All right... come on, let's go.

Lauren: I...

Michael: Its okay, Baby.

Lauren: I can't. I can't! I can't do it!

Sheila: You don't have to stick around if you don't want to.

Paul: As good a place as any to get some paperwork done.

Sheila: You're just saying that because you feel guilty.

Paul: You're the one who should feel guilty, Sheila. You're the one who spent years terrorizing Lauren. Not to mention, all those unspeakable crimes you committed.

Sheila: You know the difference between you and me, Paul? Is that you're a choirboy. You're Dudley do-right. It goes against everything you believe to keep me locked up in a cell, doesn't it?

Paul: Well, you know, the alternative is a little too frightening to contemplate.

Sheila: Please, Paul, Michael hates me. He hates me. What if he comes back here when you're not here? And decides to get rid of me himself?

Paul: Michael's not gonna do that, Sheila. He's not like that anymore.

Sheila: You don't know that for sure.

Paul: Not all of us are capable of murder, Sheila.

Sheila: Could you take a break?

Paul: What do you want?

Sheila: Well, all I do is eat and sleep and pace around this cell. Could you get me a couple books?

Paul: Yeah, I might be able to swing that.

Sheila: That's great.

Paul: Anything else?

Sheila: Well, how about a pizza with a hacksaw in it? Then I'm good to go.

Jana: What you working on?

Amber: I am trying to solve a mystery.

Jana: Oh. Is this some sort of an online game or something?

Amber: No, it involves real people.

Jana: Really? Who?

Amber: One of the clues is violets.

Kevin: Violets? As in, "Roses are red, violets are blue?"

Amber: It could be. It could be. I don't know.

Kevin: Or is it violets like the color violet.

Amber: You know what? I'm gonna try "Violets" in a bunch of different languages.

Jana: Maybe you should get a different hobby. This is bloody boring.

Kevin: Don't mind Jana. She's, uh, an adrenaline junkie. Doesn't quite get the whole, uh, computer geek thing.

Neil: Okay, so, now let me get this straight. You're-- you're at Crimson Lights.

Dru: Yeah.

Neil: And all of a sudden this guy just walks up to you and accuses you of killing Carmen?

Dru: Yeah, honey, um, it was just the way he said it. And it was in his eyes. He was all polite and real soft-spoken. I can't explain it.

Neil: Who was he?

Dru: I didn't catch his name. But he said that he was a friend of Carmen's. And he really upset our kids, okay? And then he took his coffee, he walked across the room. And then he sat down, just stared at us. It was really unsettling.

Michael: Thanks. Uh, the reason we called you, Dr. Okamura, is, uh, unfortunately, Lauren is having trouble dealing with all the new adjustments.

Phyllis: Thanks for coming, Doctor. So, uh... listen, I will just let you all do your thing and--

Lauren: No, Phyllis? Please, stay.

Lily: Devon?

Devon: Hmm?

Lily: You know that, um... you know you can trust me, right?

Devon: Yeah, of course I do. Why?

Lily: Well, I... I realize that sometimes... people hurt others without meaning to. You know, like, remember when I hit dad with his car? I felt so bad, I wanted to die.

Devon: Hang on a second. Um... what you're saying right now-- you don't think--

Lily: I'm--I'm just-- I'm saying that I realize or I see how it could've happened. You know, I mean, she pushes you too far. You know, you give her a little shove. She hits her head or something. I don't know, but if anything like that did happen, you know you could tell me. I would never say a word.

Devon: Lily... listen to me. I did not kill her.

Lily: I mean, you've just been so quiet lately. And at first, I thought it was because of the trial, you know? But it's more than that, isn't it? Is it about Carmen's murder?

Devon: Yeah.

Lily: So tell me.

Devon: I can't tell you.

Lily: No, Devon, you can tell me. You can't hold back now.

Devon: Lily, I'm afraid that Dru... really did it. I'm afraid that our mother killed Carmen.

Lily: Why would you suddenly think that mom killed Carmen?

Devon: I found a stamped parking ticket in her car.

Lily: So? What did that have to do with anything?

Devon: Well, it was from Newman. And it proves that she was in the parking garage around the same time Carmen was killed.

Lily: Well, I mean... I will admit, that's a little weird, since mom told everyone that she was home that night.

Devon: Yeah.

Lily: But... the garage might not even be where Carmen was killed.

Devon: Last time anyone saw Carmen was when she went to go get her car. And what about the earring that was found?

Lily: She could've dropped that any time.

Devon: Well, you know what? I hope so. You think I really wanna believe that stupid guy? But what if he's right? What if he knows something that we don't?

Jill: You know, J.T., uh... I was thinking about Brittany before you arrived-- how wonderful you were with her baby.

J.T.: Why? Did something happen to her?

Jill: No, no, I... I only mentioned it because that's when I first realized the kind of man you really are. I mean, pretending to be the baby's father to help Bobby and Brittany-- not telling anybody about it.

Kay: What Jill is really trying to say is, we need to find someone we can trust to be discreet.

Jill: Because what I'm gonna tell you-- it's a horrible story. I don't even know if it's true. I don't want it to be true. But I have to know, J.T. we have to know.

J.T.: What do you need me to do?

Jill: There's someone we need to find.

Man: Amber? You there?

Amber: Hi, again! What's up?

Man: You find what you were looking for?

Amber: Nope. Still trying.

Man: How old are you? 20s? 30s?

Amber: 20s. Still a baby.

Man: I bet you're really cute.

Jana: Violets, eh? It looks like you're trolling to me.

Amber: You should try it sometime. A blind date without all the hassles.

Jana: Right, Kevin would love that.

Amber: Oh, that's rig you're spoken for.

Jana: Why don't you ask him to send you a photo?

Amber: Good idea.

Amber: Wow. He is gorgeous.

Jana: Jackpot! You are lucky.

Amber: Now he wants me to send him a picture.

Sullivan: You have no actual proof that Ms. Winters killed Carmen? Is that correct? Other than what you've told us?

David: The woman was about to go to trial for attacking Carmen. How much more motive do you want?

Will: I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Chow, but it sounds to me like all you have are opinions.

David: No, these are more than opinions, Mr. Bardwell. If you connect the dots, how you might come up with any other conclusion.

Will: Well, we have. It's based on evidence, Sir. Now if you'll excuse us, we have other matters to attend to.

David: Fine. But don't expect me to just drop this and go home.

Sullivan: Well, that's exactly what I'd suggest you do.

David: Carmen is dead, Ms. Sullivan. Somebody has to make sure that her killer pays.

Dr. Okamura: It's perfectly normal for a new mother not to want to leave her baby.

Michael: She wasn't going to leave him. I mean, she was taking him with her.

Phyllis: Yeah, and she hasn't been out of the apartment in weeks.

Dr. Okamura: Are you getting enough rest? Are you taking your vitamin supplements? Are you eating properly?

Lauren: Yeah. Yes, to everything.

Dr. Okamura: Well, all your vitals are normal.

Michael: She's been... extremely anxious.

Phyllis: Right, and, doctor, she gets-- she gets very nervous at the thought of going outside.

Dr. Okamura: Ah. It's a panic disorder-- a fear of social contact is one of the ways it manifests itself. Why don't you just take a deep breath, Lauren. That's good. Now just try to relax. Good. Now tell me some of your symptoms.

Paul: What was that?

Sheila: I knocked over my lamp.

Paul: Oh, great. I'm coming in.

Paul: Let's go.

Paul: You sure this was an accident? 'Cause it looks like you might've done it on purpose.

Sheila: Yeah!

Paul: Ow!

Sheila: I really nailed you, didn't I? I hope it's not bleeding. But I bet it'll bruise. How you gonna explain that, Paul?

Paul: All you've done is reinforce what I already know! You belong in cage!

Paul: All right, you know what? Two can play this game.

Sheila: Unhandcuff me.

Paul: You like this? Oh, really?

Sheila: Unhandcuff me. Unhandcuff me.

Paul: You can hang.

Sheila: You can hang, Paul.

Lauren: Sometimes just... you know, the thought of leaving the apartment makes my heart pound and my throat get tight and... I can barely breathe.

Dr. Okamura: What you're describing are most likely panic attacks.

Lauren: You know, sometimes my heart would pound so badly, I thought I was gonna die.

Dr. Okamura: Listen to me, Lauren, however frightening these moment are for you, you're in excellent health. This condition is treatable with proper medication.

Lauren: Pills? Oh, no, I'm nursing. There's no way I'm gonna stop that for some medication, no.

Dr. Okamura: I'll prescribe something that's been proven not to interfere in any way with lactation.

Michael: Sweetie, the doctor knows what he's talking about, right

Dr. Okamura: Whatever reservations you have, it's unacceptable for you to remain in this condition.

Lauren: And this medicine will really stop my attacks?

Dr. Okamura: Yes. I'd say there's a good chance it can.

Dru: You again.

David: That's right. Me again.

Dru: Okay, how did you find me?

David: I asked questions. I got answers. I wanted to see the place where Carmen worked.

Dru: Okay, now you see it. Now you can leave.

David: Did you and Carmen work together?

Dru: You know what? I'm gonna call security on you.

David: If that's gonna make you feel any better, be my guest. But you can't change the fact--

Dru: What fact?

David: You can have me thrown out of this building, but I have no intention of leaving Genoa City. At least until I get what I came for... justice.

Kay: Uh, we've told you everything, Jeffrey. Do you think you could help us?

J.T.: Mrs. Chancellor, what you remembered-- it's pretty vague.

Kay: Well, I realize we haven't given you that much to go on.

J.T.: And you said that amber's been helping you out?

Jill: She was here the night that Sylvia Browne supposedly made contact with my son's spirit.

Kay: She knows about the dreams, the baby, the ring. But as far as my grandson... uh, my memory about giving him up is...

Jill: That's hardly something I'd wanna tell to a virtual stranger.

J.T.: So, she really has no idea what she's looking for?

Jill: Right, and I wanna keep it that way.

Kay: So, uh, would you start searching, J.T.? I mean, today, if possible.

J.T.: Yeah, sure, sure, it could take some time, though, tracking down the real Phillip, if there even is such a person.

Kay: Well, we have to find him. Because I do have to make things right.

Jill: Make things right? You have robbed me of Phillip's entire childhood and most of his adulthood. That is not something you can make right, Katherine.

Jana: You do realize this guy could be 90 years old and he just sent you a photo of his grandson.

Amber: Burst my bubble, why don't you?

Jana: Sorry. Anyway, why don't you say good-bye to Mr. Gabber or you'll be here all day.

Amber: "Gotta jet. Back soon, handsome." There, he's gone. Floating in cyberspace somewhere.

Jana: God, the computer makes dumping guys almost too bloody easy.

Amber: Oh, he'll be back.

Sullivan: Hey, Williams.

Paul: Hey, Maggie.

Sullivan: Do you mind if I sit?

Paul: Um, no, not at all.

Sullivan: Well, looks like, uh, quite a shiner you got there.

Paul: Well, I had a close encounter with a door.

Sullivan: More like a jealous girlfriend with a mean right hook?

Paul: I don't date women that can pack that kind of a wallop.

Sullivan: That leaves me out. Because I picked up quite a few tricks at the academy.

Paul: Somehow I'm not surprised.

Sullivan: Huh... you're usually a lot more talkative than this. What's going on?

Paul: Nothing.

Sullivan: Nothing, like the door you just mentioned?

Paul: You know, being in law enforcement, I'm sure you realize that doors are a lot more aggressive than they used to be.

Dru: I'm not playing with you. I'm calling security. I'm serious.

David: And I'm not playing with you. I'm also serious.

Dru: Can you leave?

Neil: Honey, are you okay? What's going on here?

Dru: I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm just glad you're here.

David: Who are you?

Neil: Who am I? I'm Neil Winters.

Dru: This guy w--

David: So you're the husband?

Dru: This is the guy I was telling you about.

Neil: Right, the guy who was harassing you at Crimson Lights?

Dru: Exactly. Exactly.

David: Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm David Chow.

Neil: Mr. Chow, right, I know your name. Married man from Granville Global. You were having an affair with Carmen Mesta.

David: Who told you that?

Neil: Our attorney did a background check on Carmen. Does your wife know about you two?

David: That doesn't matter anymore.

Dru: Hmm.

Neil: What do you mean?

David: Because I'm divorced now. The woman that I was interested in is dead. And Ms. Winters here killed her.

Michael: See? That wasn't so bad, was it? Hmm?

Lauren: No.

Phyllis: Listen, I know what you're going through must be awful, Lauren.

Lauren: Thanks so much for staying, Phyllis. It meant a lot to me.

Sheila: It's about time you came back. This is cruel and unusual punishment.

Sheila: I'm sorry about your eye.

Paul: Right.

Sheila: I'm sorry about your eye.

Paul: Shut up, Sheila.

Paul: There. Next time... I'll leave you in the dark.

Sheila: Please uncuff me. Please, Paul, my wrists hurt. They hurt. Please uncuff me. Please uncuff me. Please! Please uncuff me! My wrists hurt! Please! Please, Paul! Please uncuff me. Paul, please! Please uncuff me.

Paul: The minute I take the cuffs off, I want you to slowly raise your hands above your head and back away. You gonna do that for me?

Paul: Now back away.

Sheila: See? The world is not such a scary place after all. Right? If people treat me right, I'm really not so scary.

Amber: How's your search for your birth mother going?

Man: All dead ends. I'm thinking of giving up. It's not a total loss, though. I met you.

Amber: Sweet talker.

Jana: Wow, someone likes to live dangerously. Good for you. I'm like that myself.

Leanna: Mr. Chow, I presume?

David: That would be correct.

Leanna: Leanna Love, pleasure.

David: Same here.

Leanna: So... an exclusive interview with Carmen Mesta's ex-almost-fiancé-- here in Genoa City to find her murderer. Sounds like a juicy story.

David: And I have something to make it even juicier.

Leanna: Fire away.

David: I have proof-- undeniable, never before seen video evidence that Drucilla Winters murdered Carmen.

J.T.: So that's the ring you remember giving the woman?

Kay: Violet. To take Jill's baby.

Jill: Boy, you mustn't have thought he was worth much. A ring for a brand-new life? What a sick woman.

Kay: Well, back then I was a very sick woman. Drowning myself in alcohol. Eaten away by hatred.

Jill: Yeah, but to give away a tiny, precious baby? How do you live with yourself?

Kay: Well, apparently, I couldn't. That's why I must've blocked it out all those years.

Jill: Drunk or sober-- what you did was monstrous!

Kay: There is no excuse for what I did, Jill. But we are trying to find your son. Now all the ranting and the raving in the world is not going to bring Phillip back, so for heaven's sakes, can we just focus?!

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

Jack: So now you're walking out on me? That's mature.

Ashley: I don't even wanna be in the same room as you.

Brad: I can't be part of this.

Victoria: Why not?

Jill: Is the child I gave birth to still alive or not? That's all I wanna know!

Kay: I don't have that answer.

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