Y&R Transcript Tuesday 5/15/07 -- Canada; Wednesday 5/16/07 -- U.S.A.
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(Knock on door)
Lauren: Hi, Sweetie.
Lauren: How is she?
Michael: Sleeping. Which, at this point, is probably better for her than being awake.
Lauren: The plane crash is all over the news.
Michael: Well, I mean, did they find his body?
Lauren: Not yet.
Michael: You know, I was trying to figure out the last time we saw Nicholas. I... I mean, it had to be...
Lauren: Wasn't it...
Phyllis: Nick, can you get the baby, please?
Phyllis: Oh, God... oh, please tell me this was a dream.
Gloria: What a terrible thing. He always seemed like such a nice guy.
Kevin: Yeah, he was. He always treated me with respect, no matter what. He trusted me enough to keep this place running.
Gloria: Poor Nikki. Poor Victor. I can't imagine losing a child like that. I'm so lucky to have you, baby.
Kevin: Yeah. Well, I'm lucky to have you, too.
Kevin: So what's for breakfast?
Gloria: Nothing. I'm meeting my friend Evan at the club and William just happens to have a business meeting there at the same time.
Kevin: I see. So are we using Evan to make William jealous?
Kevin: Uh-huh. And is this plan actually working?
Gloria: I'm about to find out.
Brad: Hey, uh, it's me again. I hate that you're out there somewhere and I'm not there to help you. Just please call me and let me know you're safe.
Victoria: Oh... thanks.
J.T.: I thought that might make you feel better. I turned your cell phone off last night. I hope that's okay. Did you sleep?
Victoria: A little. I dreamt... that we were racing the horses and Nick was... galloping Jupiter so fast, I... I couldn't keep up with him. I kept calling for him to come back. First my baby... and now Nick... the one person in the world who got me. Why?
J.T.: None of it makes any sense.
Victoria: I can't go out there. I can't go out into the real world. I just can't.
J.T.: You just stay here as long as you need, okay? As long as you need.
Victoria: Purse... purse...
J.T.: Here you go.
Victoria: Thank you. Thanks for everything, J.T.
J.T.: You're welcome. And I told you, you don't have to go.
Victoria: Well, you know, as much as I'd love to sit here and curl up in a ball, I-I, um, I don't think it's gonna change anything.
J.T.: I could make you breakfast. It would be either really good or make you sick, one of two. I don't know.
Victoria: I should go. I should go... be with my family. And I'm sure Brad is wondering where I am.
Brad: Nikki, hi, uh, it's Brad. I just wanted to call and see if there's anything I can do. All right, well, uh, call me if you change your mind. Hey, uh, is Victoria there, by chance? No, no, everything's okay. Uh, she couldn't sleep. She left the house early this morning. Well, tell her to call me if you hear from her, will ya?
J.T.: Call Brad later.
Victoria: He is my husband.
J.T.: He doesn't have to be.
Victoria: It's that obvious, huh?
J.T.: Well, I know that if he were the soothing type, you wouldn't be here.
Victoria: I've always known what I wanted-- business career, kids, a husband I could depend on. One out of three... I guess I'm a work in progress.
J.T.: Yeah. Well, I don't know what that makes me, but... I do know you can make a change if you want to.
Victoria: I don't know what I want. When you're in this much pain, you go all the way around to numb. My little brother is dead. He's the one person I could depend on. And I cannot depend on Brad.
[Brad calls Victoria again and leaves a voice mail]
Brad: Victoria, it's me again. I just spoke to your mother. I thought you might be out at the ranch. I'm just concerned. Call me.
J.T.: Listen, Nick-- Nick was a great guy. And I know you loved him very much. But I just want you to know that no matter what happens, you can always depend on me.
Evan: Mmm. This caviar is amazing. You have to try this.
Gloria: Ugh. I just don't understand why William's not here. When I dropped those homemade cookies off with his secretary yesterday--
Evan: The ones you bought at Crimson Lights? I wondered why you ordered 30 to go.
Gloria: Yeah, well, details, details. His assistant told me that he had a breakfast meeting here-- oh, guess who just showed up? Good morning!
Will: Gloria, good morning.
Will: And, um, I've forgotten your name.
Evan: Yes, nice to see you again. Would--would you like to join us?
Will: Uh, no, thanks. I'm meeting someone. How's the sailing?
Evan: Couldn't be better. Actually, the offer's still open to take you out on my boat. It's fantastic. It's sleep and shiny. It's... no wonder they name ships after women.
Gloria: Oh, Evan!
Will: Gloria mentioned you were leaving town?
Evan: Well, I might reconsider. This is such a great place-- terrific people, fantastic food, wonderful lake. I mean, sometimes you just have to stop and... and smell the gardenias, is it?
Will: Well, I won't keep you. Um, enjoy your breakfast.
Gloria: Thank you.
Will: Oh. Champagne, caviar.
Evan: Right, and a beautiful woman. Best way to start a day.
Gloria: Guess who's looking at us? You are very good at this.
Evan: Mm-hmm. On a scale of one to ten, what number would you put on getting William?
Evan: Good. Because this bubbly is gonna run you about 200 bucks.
Phyllis: So what if I'm not there to take Summer to preschool because I'm in jail?
Michael: I'm gonna do my very best to make sure that doesn't happen.
Phyllis: I know your best is the best there is, but what if that's not enough?
Michael: Phyllis, if you wanna reconsider Bardwell's plea agreement, I could talk to William again.
Phyllis: Listen, everything is different now. My daughter has one parent. And I need to be here for her.
Michael: I wish I could make this go away for you, Phyllis.
Phyllis: Michael, please, do what you have to do. Do whatever you have to do. Talk to Bardwell. Please, please, keep me out of jail.
Michael: Yeah, William, Michael Baldwin. Mmm. Yes, yes, that is terrible. I'm with her now. Yes, I will pass that on.
Phyllis: Is he saying he feels sorry for me?
Michael: Just a minute. Just be quiet. You have to be quiet. Yes, William, I'm sorry. Repeat that? Yeah, uh, yeah, that's part of why I called. Look, I don't wanna get into anything substantial over the phone, but I would like the chance to meet with you in person. Um... I know your day is busy, but this is of the utmost importance. Okay. Right. I'll be there. Thank you, William.
Phyllis: What did he say?
Michael: I meet with him before noon.
Phyllis: Michael... Michael, what is that-- what's going on here?
Michael: It's nothing.
Phyllis: I know that look.
Phyllis: No, please, just don't lie to me.
Michael: It's just posturing. He was probably with someone he needed to impress. Look, you know what? I need to read over some case law. You two are gonna be all right?
Lauren: Yeah, I'll stay.
Phyllis: Yeah, go ahead.
Michael: All right, you... see you later.
Lauren: Bye, Sweetie.
Lauren: This is really one of his strengths.
Phyllis: It is? Helping the poor widow who's charged with a felony?
Lauren: No. Helping a good friend who really needs him. Okay, here's how I see this. William Bardwell-- okay, he is a prosecutor.
Lauren: But I'm pretty sure deep down is still a human being. And he lost his wife. He knows how this feels. So I honestly cannot believe-- under these circumstances-- that he would continue to prosecute you.
Phyllis: I can.
Will: Enjoying your breakfast?
Gloria: Very much. How about you?
Will: Mine's business. Not much pleasure in that.
Gloria: Well, make the most of it. But when you're finished, why don't you think about joining us?
Will: Well, I appreciate the invitation--
Gloria: Good! Now I'd better get back, because I don't wanna keep Evan waiting.
Will: Gloria, I haven't seen much of you lately. Are you avoiding me?
Gloria: Well, to tell you the truth, William, after putting my big foot in my big mouth about...
Will: The proposal?
Gloria: Yes. I'm embarrassed.
Will: Well, don't be. We were supposed to talk over dinner.
Gloria: But there's nothing to talk about. I was in the moment, got carried away and I never meant to put you in an awkward position. So you would do me a huge favor if you just pretend it never happened.
Will: What never happened?
Gloria: Thank you, William.
Will: Uh, we could, uh... meet later for, um, coffee? A drink?
Gloria: I'd love to. But Evan's taking me out on a dinner cruise. As a matter of fact, why don't you join us? He's just dying to get you out on that lake.
Will: Not quite what I had in mind. I stopped to smell the gardenias, too. No way I was passing that up.
Gloria: I think I have a future as a thespian.
Evan: You, Gloria, can do anything.
Gloria: Thank you!
Evan: Oh, the, uh, the bill came.
Evan: Oh, three digits. Three being the first number.
Evan: Well, William's reaction was worth a lot more than that.
Gloria: Yeah. Yeah.
Will: I'll call you. Soon.
Man on radio: Our lead story this morning -- the search for the Newman jet that crashed last night into Lake Michigan. The Wisconsin Coast Guard is leading the recovery effort and we have their spokesman with us.
Kevin: Hey, Paul.
Kevin: Welcome back from wherever it is you were.
Paul: Oh, thanks. I, uh, was in Australia and Europe and, uh... well, I wish I weren't coming back to this.
Paul: Any news?
Kevin: No, not really. Not even a reason why the plane when down.
Paul: Well, Nick was a great guy.
Kevin: Yeah. Yeah, he was the best.
Paul: Um... listen, this isn't the time or the place, but, uh... you got a minute?
Paul: I think you should know about something going on. When I was overseas, I did some digging.
Kevin: For what?
Paul: This is a list of Jana's relatives, friends, enemies.
Paul: Everybody I could find.
Kevin: This is amazing.
Paul: Yeah. I got e-mails, addresses, phone numbers.
Kevin: I've been working on a list of my own. I can give it to you, but this--this is awesome. I mean, it's got people all over Europe.
Paul: Your ex was quite a vagabond to say the least.
Kevin: Well, I can think of a few other choice words to call her. So, uh, all right, now what's the plan?
Paul: Well, I'm just gonna start at the top and work my way down.
Paul: I'm already about halfway--
Kevin: Halfway? That's great.
Paul: Down the first page.
Paul: Be patient, Kevin. Sooner or later, she's gonna get in touch with somebody she knows.
Kevin: That's when we make our move.
Gloria: Thank you! You could rent an apartment in town for what this breakfast just cost me.
Evan: You have first class taste.
Gloria: Yeah, and a steerage wallet. 50/50 I get a call from the credit card for that charge.
Evan: Oh, I've won bets on worse odds.
Gloria: William really was jealous, wasn't he?
Evan: We have a winner. Come on down, the price is right!
Gloria: You should've been born rich. You play this all so well.
Evan: I'll drink to that. Let's get another bottle of champagne.
Gloria: No! I know a nice, cozy place, though, where we can get a free cup of coffee and discuss more strategy.
Evan: Well, who needs strategy when you have so much charm?
Gloria: You really are good at this.
Evan: You betcha.
Kevin: Jana had relatives in Dublin, huh?
Paul: Yeah. Though, I don't think they've seen her since the baptism.
Kevin: You know, if memory serves, there were some cousins in, uh, in cork. Jana didn't like 'em very much.
Paul: Okay. I'll look into that.
Sullivan: Two bachelors keeping score?
Paul: Whoa. Why, if it isn't my favorite member of the thin blue line.
Sullivan: Paul Williams.
Paul: Maggie, how are you?
Sullivan: I almost didn't recognize you, 'cause you never call or write, even.
Paul: Uh, well, I was out of town.
Sullivan: Tell me something I don't know. So what's with the, uh, dossier?
Paul: Oh, that's a-- that's a French word.
Sullivan: It is.
Paul: I, uh, was in France, you know?
Sullivan: Yeah, I did. I heard that.
Paul: That is simply a, uh, an update on the search for Kevin's ex.
Kevin: You know, the one that Genoa city's finest hasn't found yet.
Sullivan: Right. Thank you for supporting G.C.P.D. we're doing the best we can. Did Mister, uh, hot shot P.I. over here tell you that before he left, we decided to pool our resources?
Paul: That is strictly confidential.
Kevin: All right. Well, the lip is zipped. So have you found anything new?
Sullivan: Well, actually, I'm putting together a timeline of Jana's life-- faces, places. This would help. May I?
Paul: Be my guest.
Sullivan: Okay. Thanks. Thick. Where are the cousins from cork? Do you need their numbers?
Paul: You know about them?
Sullivan: Yeah. I also have Jana's, uh, European employment history. You got Prague, Amsterdam, Milan. You picked a world traveler.
Kevin: No, she picked me. Easy target.
Paul: You're not the first guy to be fooled by a girl.
Sullivan: Yeah, probably won't be the last. But she's not gonna fool us again. We're just gonna go through every name, one by one.
Paul: Yep. Just like my old man taught me.
Sullivan: Did he teach you that? It's such a shame he didn't teach you how to use a phone.
Lauren: I'm so shocked that Fen is still asleep. He's like the prince and the pea, you know? Anything's outta place and he's screaming bloody murder.
Phyllis: You're a good mom.
Lauren: Thank you. So are you.
Phyllis: Listen, if the prosecutor makes me stand trial and if I lose...
Lauren: Oh, Michael says the case against you is weak.
Phyllis: If I go to jail, I want you and Michael to raise Summer.
Phyllis: Sit down. I want you to raise Summer. I can't imagine her with anyone else. So listen to me, I'm gonna have Michael draw up some papers. Nikki and Victor-- they're gonna fight you all the way, but I'm gonna make sure that the papers preclude them from fighting. She's not gonna be raised by her grandparents. She's not gonna be raised by her aunt. She's not gonna be raised by any of them! You and Michael are gonna raise her. Do you understand me? I can't think of anyone better.
Lauren: You know we would do anything for you, but we will do this as-- as a worst case scenario only.
Phyllis: I have to think worst case scenario. I have to think that way.
(Knock on door) (Knock)
J.T.: Yeah, hold on, hold on! Brad. What's going on?
Brad: Can I come in? I've been trying to reach Victoria. I left her several messages.
Victoria: Brad. A startling wake-up call this morning.
Brad: I'm glad you're okay. I was worried about you.
J.T.: I'm gonna get dressed, give you guys some privacy.
Brad: Would you like to go out for breakfast?
Victoria: J.T. made eggs. I wasn't hungry.
Brad: Well, let me, uh, take you out to get something.
Victoria: I really don't feel like going out in public right now, Brad.
Brad: All right, coffee then? At home.
Victoria: Let me say good-bye to J.T. and then we can go.
Paul: All right, the coffee in France is outstanding, but I tell ya, I think Crimson Lights gives them a run for their money. Don't you?
Sullivan: So you missed the java? Is that it?
Paul: Um... I missed the java and I missed you, too. What you don't seem to grasp is that I--I was working the whole time.
Sullivan: And they didn't have phones where you were?
Paul: They had phones. Yeah, a lot of phones. In fact, I carried my own phone with me. It didn't ring once. Not even a text.
Sullivan: You know, the last time that I was calling you all the time, I would up behind bars with a bullet in me.
Paul: Oh, I see. You start with a little light guilt and then go for the big guns there at the end.
Sullivan: Is it working?
Paul: Yeah, maybe, a little bit.
Sullivan: You know, I'm a cop. I could arrest you. Failure to phone.
Paul: Gonna use your handcuffs?
Sullivan: No. You have to earn the cuffs. But I could let you off with a warning this time.
Paul: There won't be a next time.
Sullivan: Oh, well, good. Because then as a reward, I might let you see my scar.
Paul: How low does it go?
Sullivan: Use your imagination.
Paul: My, my... um... so I guess you felt it was okay to, uh, tell Kevin that we were working together?
Sullivan: Yeah, I'm not worried about it. He has a vested interest in this. So what's your best lead?
Sullivan: Well, I think the employment history might help. You know, it'd give us somewhere to start digging.
Paul: She's gonna need a reference sooner or later.
Paul: Um... so I thought we'd hear some jazz, you know?
Will: Maggie, Paul, sorry to interrupt.
Sullivan: Oh, it's okay.
Will: Um, you seen Michael?
Will: Well, if you do, tell him I'm on the patio.
Will: And he's on the clock.
Phyllis: I can't stop crying. This isn't fair, Lauren. It's not fair. Summer should know her father.
Lauren: You'll tell her about Nick.
Phyllis: It doesn't matter. When I tell her that she has her father's smile, she's never gonna be able to see for herself. She's never gonna see him. Nick is a much better person than I am-- much better. If Summer was only supposed to be with one parent, I should be dead. Not him.
Gloria: Oh, Kevin, Kevin! Kevin, I want you to meet my friend.
Kevin: Ah, yes, you must be, uh, Evan Owen. Your reputation precedes you.
Evan: Lies. All lies.
Gloria: And, Evan, this is my younger son, Kevin.
Kevin: She normally refers to me as the handsome one.
Gloria: I don't play favorites. You and Michael are both gorgeous.
Evan: Your mother tells me you own this place. That's--that's impressive.
Kevin: Thanks. Thanks. But not when my day manager keeps calling in sick.
Gloria: All right, honey, when you get a chance, I'll take a latte and...
Evan: Just a plain cup of Joe for me.
Gloria: And on the house, of course?
Kevin: Sure thing, yeah.
Gloria: Oh, thank you. Nice to know chivalry lives, even in a coffeehouse.
Evan: Well, it's easy with you, Gloria.
Gloria: Oh, thanks.
Evan: So... what's your next move?
Gloria: Well, there is a bar association black tie dinner in Milwaukee next week and Al Gore is speaking.
Evan: Tony. Politically correct.
Gloria: Mm-hmm. And I think William would be very impressed if you take me.
Evan: But we're not really going?
Gloria: Smart and good looking-- not at 500 bucks a ticket. No, but I wish William would take me.
Evan: William's a lawyer?
Gloria: Oh, no. William is the district attorney.
Evan: As in... damned awful.
Gloria: You got something against D.A.s?
Evan: Why didn't you tell me?
Gloria: What difference does it make?
Evan: Well, only because when you're involved with a man like that, you get lulled into a false sense of security and before long, you're doing 5 to 15 in a secure location of his choosing.
Gloria: Evan, are you telling me you're a criminal?
Evan: Just a vagabond sailor. Sorry, it's been fun. I just remembered a regatta I signed up for.
Gloria: Wait a minute! Wait!
Evan: In Peru.
Michael: You might not know this, William, but there was a time that I thought of becoming a prosecutor.
Will: Is that so?
Michael: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. I went in a different direction, obviously. But I'll tell you what appealed to me-- your ability to do justice.
Will: Mmm. What's your point here? You're starting to sound like me at a rotary luncheon.
Michael: Prosecutors have enormous latitude. Left everyday. The cases never move forward. Much like, the case of Jeffrey Todd attacking my brother.
Will: Ah, and you'd like Phyllis Newman's case to follow suit? Or should I say, lack of suit?
Michael: Exactly. Otherwise, the next time you do speak at a rotary lunch, you'll be explaining why you tried to put a newly widowed mother behind bars for a so-called crime with no victim.
Will: Extortion is a serious crime, Michael. The victim made a complaint. I have to follow through on it.
Michael: You and I were both at Brad's questioning. He doesn't seem to recall any wrongdoing.
Will: Well, being sworn before a grand jury might refresh his recollection.
Michael: Well... he knew if he lied, it might come back to haunt him later. He has no reason to hide anything. You'd think he'd stick to his story.
Will: Well, I don't know what his game is here. But my job is to remain impartial and represent the people of this state.
Michael: It's also your job to pursue a case with competent evidence of which you have very little.
Will: Well, I think I'll be the judge of how strong my evidence is, Counselor.
Michael: A jury of my client's peers, all of whom have already heard of the tragic loss last night of Nicholas Newman. They won't be thrilled to see his widow sitting at the defense table, holding their baby in her arms.
Will: Save the dramatics, Counselor. I knew Nicholas Newman and I liked him. This is beyond tragic.
Michael: Which is exactly why every person sitting in that jury box with a pulse is going to decide that Phyllis Newman has been punished enough already and by a higher authority than you.
Kevin: Man, your buddy Evan Owen does a mean bat-out-of-hell imitation.
Gloria: That's mortifying-- being dumped by a fake boyfriend.
Kevin: Yeah, that's gotta hurt. Did he write you a dear Gloria letter?
Gloria: No, I just mentioned that William Bardwell is our district attorney. Next thing I know, he's talking about a sailboat race in South America.
Kevin: Oh. Fear of frying. Gets 'em every time.
Gloria: He didn't kill anybody, Kevin. But he is gone.
Kevin: Well, take my advice. It's for the best.
Gloria: Do you really have a problem with your mother marrying a billionaire?
Kevin: Mom, whatever happened to true love? Oh, wait, I forgot. It doesn't exist.
Gloria: Don't be so cynical. I am going to marry William Bardwell. And who was it that said you can fall in love with a rich man just as easily as a poor one. You just get to wear nicer clothes.
Evan: Hey, uh, one more for the road? Then I'll leave your fair city. It's quite a place, this Genoa City.
Paul: What, are you visiting?
Evan: I was. A friend of a friend. Actually, you might know him. William Bardwell?
Paul: Yeah, sure do. He's our very good, aggressive D.A.
Evan: Yeah, I wish we had someone with that... lock 'em up throw away the key gusto back in, uh... in Peoria.
Paul: Is that where you're from?
Evan: Somebody has to be. I heard Bardwell's got quite a conviction record.
Paul: Yeah, it's very impressive. You wouldn't wanna be on the wrong side of one of his cases. It always amazes me that, uh, you know, as rich as he is, that he's so invested in his work.
Evan: I heard it's millions. (Cell phone ringing)
Paul: Oh, his millions have millions. Excuse me, will you? Nice talking to you. Paul Williams.
Evan: William Bardwell. Back up my drink, would ya? My stock portfolio is looking up.
Woman: Good morning. Are you ready to... I am so sorry about your brother.
Brad: Thank you. Would you like to order?
Victoria: Coffee, black. Rye toast, dry, please.
Woman: And you, Sir?
Brad: I'll have the same, thank you.
Victoria: That's why I didn't wanna go out in public.
Brad: We can get it to go if you'd like.
Victoria: I should be with my parents right now.
Brad: Well, we can head over there.
Victoria: No. I know I should probably help them... but I don't know if I can.
Paul: Victoria. Brad. I-I just wanna say how sorry I am. If there's anything I can do...
Victoria: Thank you.
Brad: Whatever you need right now, I'll understand.
Gloria: Here to say good-bye again?
Evan: Well, I could pass myself off as my angelic twin.
Gloria: Ha, yeah, well, you just missed the evil one. He skipped out after a $300 breakfast. It doesn't get any more insulting than that.
Evan: Well, it won't happen again. Abandoning a damsel in distress isn't really my style.
Gloria: Yeah, until the next one comes along with great dance skills.
Evan: No, it's not about that, Gloria. It's about me and district attorneys.
Gloria: Okay, so you are a criminal?
Evan: Not quite. My brother-- best guy in the world-- got railroaded by a business partner. The local D.A. made it his business to take my brother down. He's out now, on parole. But his life's ruined.
Evan: He didn't see it coming, Gloria. He trusted the man, just like I trust you.
Gloria: Oh, so you're saying I'm gonna do the same thing to you that this guy did to your brother?
Evan: No, that's not what I'm saying and that's not why I came back. If you want me back, and not just because I need a new mainsail for my yacht.
Gloria: Honey, I can't afford breakfast and I can't afford you.
Evan: Well, a mainsail only costs a couple thousand. You did say that bagging William was... priceless.
Gloria: All right. How about a finder's fee?
Evan: Great minds think alike.
Gloria: If... or when William marries me.
Gloria: Deal. Nice to see you again, Evan.
Paul: So Phyllis blackmailed Brad and now she's under arrest?
J.T.: Brad deserves everything bad that's gonna come to him and more.
Paul: Oh, man. You wouldn't be a little bit biased, now would ya?
J.T.: I don't deny it. Victoria's brother died yesterday. You think she went to her so-called husband for comfort?
Paul: She came to you? You didn't...
J.T.: No, no. If the situation would've been reversed, uh, he would've. I didn't. She slept on my couch. But I'm telling you, Paul, they're done.
Paul: You know, J.T., I'm not telling you anything you don't already know, but... here's an old phrase, "It's not over, till it's over." And their marriage is pretty much in the present, whether you like it or not.
Brad: Can I get you anything?
Victoria: No. I'd just like to be alone for a while.
Brad: Whatever you want.
Brad: Are you sleeping with J.T.?
Victoria: I stayed on his couch.
Brad: That's not what I'm asking. Are you?
Phyllis: What did Bardwell say?
Michael: Uh... his main concern is that his office appear to be impartial.
Michael: And I advised him to wait six months. Even a year. Then, in the interest of justice and out of the limelight, he dismiss.
Phyllis: Is that what he's gonna do?
Lauren: See, I told you.
Michael: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I made some compelling arguments, but, uh, getting the D.A. to change his mind is not my area of expertise.
Lauren: Oh, please! You're a genius at getting anybody to change their minds.
Michael: I love you for that.
(Cell phone ringing)
Michael: Oh. It's William.
Phyllis: That was fast.
Michael: Michael Baldwin.
Will: Michael, it's, uh, William. I'll get right to the point.
Michael: I'm listening.
Will: After talking it over with one of my ADAs, we think it's best to move forward.
Michael: Well, I would advise you to reconsider that.
Phyllis: What is he saying? What is he saying?
Michael: Shh. Shh. Shh.
Will: I'm convening the grand jury.
Michael: I will file the appropriate papers. I'm sorry, Phyllis, it's a no go.
Phyllis: Michael, is there anything else you can do?
Michael: I will give you the best defense in the world. And I will make him regret his decision.
Phyllis: He would never go forward with this if he didn't think he could win.
Michael: I feel the same way.
Lauren: Trust him, Phyllis.
Phyllis: Okay. I trust you.
Next on "The Young and the Restless"...
Brad: Stay away from my wife.
Michael: Jack got himself into this. Why bail him out after he deceived you?
Brad: I took care of the meeting with our tax people.
Victor: You weren't authorized to do that. I know exactly what you're trying to do. Taking over my son's spot.
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