Y&R Transcript Tuesday 6/26/07

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Phyllis: Uh, this is, uh, Phyllis Newman and I would like to send some champagne as a delivery. Hey, Sweetie! Yeah. Thank you. To Mr. Jack Abbott. That's right. And the address is--s the yeah, our new state senator. Oh, baby girl!

Jack: You awake?

Ben: Hmm? Yeah.

Jack: I'll tell you, winning an election is a weird sensation.

Ben: Yeah, it's unique. I mean, you're elated, but you're also humbled by the, uh, responsibilities of work ahead. And you're grateful for... the trust that the voters have placed in you.

Jack: I was gonna say I feel invincible and eager to screw over anyone who opposed me.

Ben: At least it hasn't distorted your judgment.

Jack: I am full of energy and eager to move mountains. First thing I'm gonna do after we develop a legislative agenda is develop Clear Springs.

Ben: No, no and no.

Jack: Owning that land did not lose me this election.

Ben: Only because your opponent appeared to have an affair with her campaign manager.

Jack: Surely the voters don't expect me to ignore my investments.

Ben: Clear Springs smells like Sulfur Springs to them, Jack.

Jack: When did you start with the metaphors?

Ben: It stinks, is that better? Look, the development-- they associate the development with Phyllis' extortion, okay? And they hate words like, "Secret deal." So, Jack, look, as a freshman legislator, you don't want the attention that this will get you, so stay away from it please, or at least appear to keep your hands off.

Jack: I think I'll choose option "B."

Nikki: I am totally exhausted, but you know what? It sure feels good to wake up in the morning and not have to worry about answering to the voters.

David: It's also nice to know how many people supported you despite the mud from the other side.

Karen: Despite your selfishness and lousy judgment.

David: Would that be sour grapes coming from the campaign manager responsible for a loss?

Karen: You know what? I don't have to be diplomatic anymore. You screwed up.

Nikki: All right, you two, it's over. Just let it be over. Anyway, this campaign is just another line on your résumés. Whereas I have to answer to my husband when he comes home and sees that video.

Sullivan: I'm having all the D.N.A. samples retested. I've given all the case files to two of my sharpest young cops. And I'm going crazy. Because I know that William knows who killed that woman in the Jabot case and there's nothing I can do about it.

Paul: Do you have a clue why he didn't tell you that he had a match for the killer's D.N.A.?

Sullivan: No.

Paul: Or why he kept the last testing a secret?

Sullivan: No, I don't have an answer for that either. I mean, he's never done anything like that before. He's never kept colleagues in the dark. I don't know what to make of it.

Paul: So he hides the investigation and he hides the test results. That's weird.

Sullivan: I know. I can't figure it out. It's not in his makeup to protect a murderer.

Gloria: William, I'm so proud of you. You're working so hard with your therapy. You're even trying to write. And some of your letters... are very clear.

Gloria: Like this thing, uh, you wrote yesterday.

Gloria: It looks like it says... murderer. Murderer?

Gloria: I believe... and I think the doctors would agree with me, that it will help your recovery more... if you focus on... happy things, positive things, even silly things. But not scary things, William.

Nick: You're looking at me like I'm in terrible shape.

Logan: My face does not convey that.

Nick: Yes, it does. You need to work on... on hiding your prognosis from the patients. It can scare them. You could wear shades. You could wear blinders, like a mule.

Logan: Lay off. You know I don't practice.

Nick: You'll go back to it... because you have to.

Logan: Spare me your logic.

Nick: You have a gift, Logan. People need the gift. That's not something you ought to keep for yourself. Give it to the people.

Logan: Shut up. Doctor's orders.

Nick: You can't give orders if you're not practicing.

Logan: No, seriously, shut up. I hear something.

(Airplane approaching)

Logan: Hey! Hey!! Down here!!

Logan: I thought when the weather cleared they'd see the smoke, or the branches that I laid out in the clearing. I have to make something that--that they can't miss.

Nick: How soon do you think there won't be any more me to rescue?

Logan: You gain time if you shut up.

Nick: You're gonna miss me.

Michael: Good morning. Good-bye.

Gloria: Michael? Michael?

Gloria: William's getting better.

Michael: Good.

Gloria: Yeah, he can write now.

Michael: Bad. "Murderer?"

Gloria: He wrote that.

Michael: Has anyone else seen this?

Gloria: So far, just you and me. But if I leave him alone, he could write it again and put my name against it. What do I do?

Michael: Don't leave him alone.

Gloria: And never leave this apartment?

Michael: It's the best I can do right now.

Jack: Thank you.

Phyllis' voice: I never doubted your ability to win this race. Congratulations, Senator. Phyllis.

Sharon: Oh, morning!

Jack: Hey.

Sharon: Well, I've never slept with a sexy state senator before.

Jack: Yeah, how'd you like sleeping with a senator for the first time?

Ben: Do I need to go to another room?

Sharon: You want the truth?

Jack: I think I can handle it.

Sharon: You still snore. And that is my last punch line before I get breakfast. Who's the champagne from?

Jack: Oh, a constituent wants a favor.

Sharon: Ah.

(Cell phone ringing)

Phyllis: Hello, Senator.

Jack: Hey, Phyllis, thanks so much for the champagne. It was unnecessary but welcome.

Phyllis: Well... I had to do something.

Jack: I actually want you to do something else for me. I'd like you to manage the development of my properties in Clear Springs-- environmental impact, development, design, community relations.

Phyllis: Is this a job offer?

Jack: Yeah.

Phyllis: Um, I don't come cheap, you know?

Jack: Oh, I know that.

Phyllis: Um... well, thank you, I accept. Details later?

Jack: You're on.

Phyllis: Hey, Summer, things are looking up for Mommy.

Paul: Okay, so give me a day or two to see if I can, uh, find a link between any of these suspects-- you know, business partners, lovers, that kind of thing. I just might be able to get some more information that your team... you know, simply because, uh, I don't wear a badge.

Sullivan: Because you don't follow police procedure.

Paul: So you've been through all of William's files?

Sullivan: I have been through all of William's files five times. You know, and there may be secret files, but the whole definition of secret is, I don't know where the hell they are.

Paul: Well...

Michael: Hey, hey.

Sullivan: Hey.

Michael: You two make a very intimidating couple-- a police officer and the private detective. There's a novel in that somewhere, isn't there?

Paul: How is, uh, William progressing?

Michael: Oh, I'm not a very good judge of that, but, uh, you know, he's getting a lot of attention.

Sullivan: Well, it must be, um, it must be really hard for your mother, nursing him 24/7.

Michael: Lauren and I help out when we can, but there's the physical therapist and the speech therapist and, you know... but you're right, it's hard on her.

Paul: You be sure and have her call us the minute he starts communicating, won't you?

Michael: I will.

Sullivan: Yeah, and let William know that his work continues in his absence. I think that'll cheer him up.

Michael: I'm sure it will. His cases are moving forward then?

Paul: Some faster than others.

Sullivan: Yeah, especially the, uh, Phyllis Newman case.

Michael: Oh, I see.

Sullivan: Yeah, the acting D.A. has decided to put that extortion case on the fast track.

Michael: Well, my client will be thrilled to know that her reputation will be restored expeditiously.

Sullivan: You said that without laughing. That's amazing.

Paul: (Chuckles)

Logan: Is there, um... anything I can do for you? Any messages for anyone?

Nick: Yeah... tell everyone I ever loved that I really loved them. And tell everyone that ever screwed me over that I never forgave 'em.

Logan: It's past time to get serious.

Nick: You're right. Forget the second part. Just tell my family... that I really loved 'em. Okay? And thank you... for everything. And you tell some hospital administrator that you're ready to go back to work, all right?

Logan: As a child, were you always in trouble for your attitude?

Nick: No. Just with my parents, you know, every teacher I ever had, coaches.

Logan: You don't...

(A.T.V. Approaching)

Man: Park ranger. We saw your signal.

Logan: I'm a doctor. Call medevac, stat. Do you have a medical kit?

Man: Yeah, it's in the vehicle.

Logan: Okay, get it. I'll call. Um, and then get blankets.

Nick: Stat. Medevac. Stat.

Michael: The D.A. is fast-tracking your case.

Phyllis: The D.A. had a stroke.

Michael: His replacement took over. At least it won't be hanging over your head forever.

Phyllis: That's the best you got for me?

Michael: That's all I've got.

Phyllis: Okay. Good. Suddenly things are not looking up for Mommy, Summer.

Ben: Before you commit to Phyllis...

Sharon: Commit what to Phyllis?

Jack: I'm putting her in charge of developing my real estate.

Sharon: What?

Ben: I'd ask you how it's gonna look to the public.

Sharon: Or to your wife.

Jack: Okay, I'm not gonna say the public be damned.

Ben: Oh, well, that's reassuring because you want the public to re-elect you.

Jack: But she knows the project. She's very accomplished. And I don't have to get clearance from anyone at N.V.P.

Sharon: Great, round two?

Jack: If this is a deal breaker, all you have to do is say it and I will pull the plug.

Sharon: Did you already offer Phyllis this job?

Ben: Yes.

Jack: Yes.

Sharon: Great. Well, I'm not gonna be the bad guy.

Jack: Hey, the two of you got along very well during the campaign. Look, nothing is written in stone. I'll make sure the contract has plenty of options that I can fire her if you-- if I need to. Deal?

Sharon: Deal.

Woman: Okay, William, as much breath as you can take in... and then put your lips together as if you're humming-- mmmmm.

Will: Mmmmm. Mmmmm.

Woman: Great. Now I want you to concentrate on making an "ooh" sound, like a cow. Moo. Deep breath, and...

Will: Moo.

Woman: And again.

Will: Moo--moo.

Gloria: I think he's getting, uh, tired.

Woman: He's fine.

Will: Moo.

Woman: You've got lots of energy, don't you, William?

Will: Moo.

Gloria: No, no, no, I know when he's getting tired and I can practice saying these words as well as anybody. And I would if I thought they would do any good.

Woman: Uh, Mrs. Bardwell, I am trained and I do follow established methods.

Gloria: I believe you are trained, but I'm telling you I don't need the training to do what you're doing with him. I'm his wife. I know when he's tired. I can't believe the insurance company actually pays for this. Thank you very much for your time.

Gloria: William... look at me. You need to rest.

Phyllis: Thank you for coming with me. I was desperate to get out of the house.

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Phyllis: Oh.

Michael: Yes.

Phyllis: Listen, are those custody papers ready yet?

Michael: Oh, there's no rush.

Phyllis: Yes, there is. Listen, I would sleep a lot better at night knowing that, if I went to jail, you and Lauren are taking care of my daughter.

Michael: Look, the trial and appeal could take months.

Phyllis: You've already thought about an appeal? Wow. You must expect a guilty verdict.

Michael: No, no, no, don't do anything with that. That's just the way I talk. Trial and appeal-- trial and appeal-- go together like a horse and carriage, like the song. That's--that's just talk.

Phyllis: Okay, listen, listen, I don't wanna be morbid.

Michael: Yeah, but you will.

Phyllis: Yeah. Um, today I could get hit by a truck or fall down an elevator shaft.

Michael: Your imagination is unnaturally gruesome.

Phyllis: And if something like that happens, I do not want Nikki taking care of my daughter. As it stands now, she is next of kin.

Michael: I get it. I get it. I get it. I get it. Time is of the essence.

Phyllis: Now, Michael. I wanna do it now.

Nick: So does this mean my troubles are over?

Logan: Your luck has improved. Uh, suspected septicemia.

Man: We saw your smoke signal last night, got here as soon as we could.

Logan: Administering antibiotics and fluids right now.

Nick: Hey...

Logan: We're gonna need blood cultures and C.B.C. with differentials.

Nick: Better late than never.

Man: You know you're supposed to be dead.

Logan: And chest and leg x-rays. Ranger!

Nick: I'm not dead yet. I'm not dead yet, Dude.

Man: Seriously, if he's Nicholas Newman, it said on the news he died in a plane wreck.

Logan: Get us to a hospital.

Nick: Don't mess with her. That's my doctor. Does this mean my troubles are behind me?

Logan: Your odds have improved.

Nick: That's good. I can't wait to see my kids and kiss my wife.

Sullivan: Hi, Mrs. Bardwell, we just wanted to come by and see--

Gloria: Shh, shh, shh. William's sleeping right now. Maybe you could come back a little later?

Sullivan: Oh, sure. Uh, when would be a good time?

Gloria: When he's awake.

Paul: She means when is he usually awake?

Gloria: I know. I'm sorry, Paul. I'm sorry, Maggie. We could all use more sleep right now. You know, his schedule varies. Why don't I give you a call when he's having a good day, huh?

Paul: Yeah, that's fine. Tell him we stopped by?

Gloria: I will. He'll be sorry he missed you.

Karen: Nikki, it was an absolute honor having the opportunity to work with you on this campaign. You were the better candidate and I'm sorry I couldn't make that happen for you.

Nikki: Oh, thank you so much for everything.

Karen: And, David, good luck on... your next profession, whatever that might be.

David: Well, I guess it's my turn to add my thank yous and apologies to that.

Nikki: No apologies for what happened.

David: For not winning.

Nikki: Oh, that? I thought you were talking about something important.

David: Well, it's, um... been an experience. I wish I could say something more eloquent and original than that, but... it's all I can come up with right now that I won't be embarrassed for saying later.

Nikki: Well, the way you're talking, it sounds like you're on your way to the airport.

David: Yeah. In a few hours.

Nikki: Wow. I thought... you'd be here another week or two, just tying up loose ends or something.

David: No I have loose-end-tier-uppers on the payroll, so... and you don't need me around right now.

Logan: Oh, thanks.

Logan: Hi, Victor or Nikki Newman, please. Dr. Logan Armstrong, they don't know me, but this is an urgent personal matter regarding their son.

(Telephone ringing)

Nikki: Nikki Newman.

Logan: Ms. Newman, my name is Logan Armstrong. I'm a doctor calling from Memorial Hospital. This will sound strange. Your son Nicholas is here with me.

Nikki: Another nut.

David: What is that? About the election?

Nikki: No. We've had a lot of people call saying they have proof that Nicholas was abducted by aliens. People call, they want money so that they'll tell us where he's hiding. He's been spotted with Elvis. They're all crazy.

Woman: Mrs. Newman, a Dr. Logan Armstrong from Memorial Hospital says it's urgent.

Nikki: Can you please do this? I-I-I can't.

David: Call Memorial. See if they have a doctor there by that name.

Nikki: I can't deal with this.

David: Who is this?

Logan: Mr. Newman?

David: Who is this?

Logan: My name is Logan Armstrong. I'm a doctor. Who is this?

David: All right, what do you want?

Logan: I need to speak to Nicholas Newman's parents.

David: Why?

Logan: Who is this?

David: I'm a family friend. I'll give them your message.

Logan: No, put one of them on the phone. I'm calling from Genoa City Memorial Hospital and this is extremely urgent.

David: You are aware that we could have the police trace this call?

Logan: Don't threaten me. I'm calling from the hospital.

David: Whoever it is, she doesn't scare easily.

Nikki: Yeah. Sometimes they don't. That's why I don't talk to them.

Logan: Sir? Sir?

David: All right, look, why don't you, um, give me your number and we'll get back to you, okay? Wait.

Woman: There is a Dr. Armstrong who's with an emergency patient. They won't tell me anything else.

Nikki: This is Nikki Newman.

Logan: Ms. Newman, this is not a hoax. This is not a practical joke. Ms. Newman?

Nikki: Yes?

Logan: I'm calling from Memorial Hospital. Your son Nicholas is alive.

Nikki: Let me talk to him.

Logan: He's unconscious.

Nikki: Why?

Logan: He's suffering from probably septicemia-- um, blood poisoning. But right now he's stable. Ms. Newman? Mrs. Newman?

Nikki: Nicholas might be alive. He might be alive!

David: She's on her way.

Michael: Okay.

Phyllis: This is great.

Michael: Here you go, my dear.

Phyllis: No more bad dreams about Nikki raising my daughter.

Lauren: Fen will always look after Summer. I assure you that.

Michael: As far as I'm concerned, he's her big brother already. He's gonna protect and defend her.

Phyllis: Well, she's pretty strong. You know, she could beat him up. Thank you. Okay. So, um, listen... I wanna say something and, uh... nobody's gonna cry here, least of all me. I'm not interested in crying. But... It's very, very important to me and I am very grateful to have friends who I can trust to take care of my daughter just in case I can't. It's a big, big, big deal to me and, um... thank you. Anyway, see, I didn't cry.

Lauren: No, but thanks. I did.

Michael: All right, great, I do not believe your signatures are valid if they were made while crying. We're gonna have to start all over again. I'm so sorry about that.

Lauren: What? Oh, I almost believed you, too! He's rotten!

Michael: (Chuckles)

Logan: He probably won't wake up for a while.

Nikki: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Nicholas! Oh, Honey, you're alive. Oh, my God! Baby?

Nick: Hey, Mom.

Nikki: Oh, thank you, God. I can't believe it. I can't believe it!

Nick: Believe it.

Nikki: Oh...

Sharon: The doctor... confirmed its septicemia, but he said that he's been on antibiotics since the helicopter got there? Do you know anything else about what he's been through?

Nikki: All I know is he's alive.

Nick: Hey, Sharon.

Sharon: Hey.

Nick: I've been... waiting to see you.

Sharon: Well, here I am.

Nick: No welcome home kiss?

Nick: Wait, wait, where you going?

Sharon: Nick... I know you're really sick, but, um... that's a little inappropriate, okay?

Nick: Why? 'Cause I wanna kiss my wife?

Lauren: Here we go.

Phyllis: Hey, do you guys mind if I check my voicemail? I don't wanna be rude. Do you mind?

Lauren: Go. Go. Go. Go.

Phyllis: Okay. Thank you. I feel so much better now that we've signed those papers. I have 12 messages.

Lauren: Hmm, popular gal.

Phyllis: That's so weird.

Michael: There ya go.

Lauren: Which one, Baby?

Phyllis: I'm not popular. The only time anybody calls me is when they wanna tell me bad news.

Lauren: Oh.

Phyllis: Nikki-- okay, delete. Nikki again--delete. What does she want?

Michael: Well, answer one of them. She apparently has something important to say to you.

Phyllis: Nikki again.

Michael: Come on, answer.

Phyllis: She says she's going to the hospital.

Lauren: Hospital?

Michael: What?

Lauren: What?

Michael: What?

Lauren: Nick... Nick was taken to Memorial Hospital about an hour ago!

Michael: Oh, come on!

Lauren: How...

Phyllis: Oh, my God!

Michael: Are you okay?

Phyllis: (Giggles) yeah. Yes. I-I-I have to go!

Michael: Whoa, whoa, can you drive?

Phyllis: Uh-huh. Yeah.

Lauren: Are you sure?

Phyllis: Oh, my God! Yes!

Lauren: Here, cell phone.

Phyllis: Okay!

Michael: Okay, you know what? We'll take care of Summer while you're gone! Drive carefully, all right?

Phyllis: I got it!

Michael: Slowly!

Lauren: Bye!

Michael: Be careful!

Michael: Oh, my God.

Lauren: Oh, Summer! Your daddy's home!

Sharon: Nick... we're divorced.

Nick: Why would you say that?

Sharon: Because you and I got a divorce.

Nick: What are you talking about? I love you.

Sharon: It really happened, Nick. You just don't remember right now.

Nick: I think that I would remember something like that.

Nikki: It's true. No, Honey, it's true.

Nick: What is this?

Nikki: But it's okay. You have joint custody.

Nick: Joint custody?

Nikki: Yeah.

Nick: That's insane. I wanna see my kids.

Nikki: No, no, don't. Stay here.

Nick: I'm going home and seeing my kids.

Logan: Nicholas, settle down. Try to relax. Your memory's just playing tricks on you.

Nick: I wanna see my children.

Logan: Okay. You will. Just try to calm down.

Nick: I am calm!

Logan: Can the children come here?

Nick: Yeah, bring 'em. Now.

Sharon: I'll bring Noah by later.

Nikki: We don't know where-- where your daughter is, Honey, right now, but--but we'll find her.

Nick: What do you mean you don't? Just call her on her cell phone.

Logan: Whose?

Nick: My daughter. What's Cassie's cell phone number? Just call her. She'll come.

Sharon: Cassie?

Nikki: Cassie?

Logan: Cassie is your daughter?

Nick: Yeah, who the hell do you think I'm talking about? Just call her right now.

Nikki: Sweetheart...

Logan: Nurse?

Nikki: I guess you don't remember this. Cassie was in a car accident a couple years ago and she was killed.

Nick: Mom...

Nikki: I'm sorry, Baby.

Nick: Mom, why would you say that?

Nikki: Honey...

Nick: Mom...

Nikki: Honey, I'm sorry you don't remember this. Stay. No. No. No. No.

Nick: No, where's-- where's Cassie?!

Nikki: Stay in the bed. Stay in the bed.

Nick: I wanna see Cassie!

Nikki: Help! Help!

Nick: Where's-- where's Cassie?!

Sharon: Well, that was horrible. Imagine finding out for the second time that your child died.

Jack: And that you're not his wife.

Sharon: I can only imagine what this is gonna mean to Noah, knowing that his father's alive, but I don't wanna bring him here right now, not when Nick's acting that way.

Jack: It's gotta be a temporary situation. It has to be.

Sharon: Yeah.

Logan: Keep in mind all that he's been through, the physical trauma, dehydration, sleep deprivation and hunger. All that can affect the memory. And that effect can be compounded by the infection itself and the medication.

Nikki: So this could just be a temporary effect of his memory?

Logan: That's what we hope. Ms. Newman, in all the time that I spent with your son, he always displayed a sense of humor. And to me, that's the surest sign of mental health.

Nikki: Well, he is a funny guy.

Sullivan: So I have to get back to the office.

Paul: Yeah, me, too.

Sullivan: Hey, Paul, um... I really wanna solve this D.N.A. case before William recovers, you know, as, like, my way of saying thank you.

Paul: Yeah. I just hope he recovers.

Sullivan: Oh, he's gonna recover. I know he's gonna recover. And he was close to identifying somebody, if he hadn't already.

Paul: All right. Is there anything I can do to help?

Sullivan: I know you're friends with Michael and Lauren. And maybe the next time you're over there, you could... look out for anything that maybe I missed.

Paul: That's all the guidance I get? Can you be any more vague?

Sullivan: Okay, okay, just so you know, I hate it in movies or TV shows when cops talk about using their intuition, or--or their hunch.

Paul: But?

Sullivan: How'd you know I was gonna say "But?"

Paul: I had a hunch.

Sullivan: I set you up for that. But... there's just something not right about, uh, his--

Paul: Gloria?

Sullivan: Yeah. I don't know why, but... I just can't trust her. You know, I think it's just the way she's always hovering around him.

Paul: The way she isolates him?

Sullivan: Yeah. You feel that way, too?

Paul: Yeah. You see, the difference here is, I get it from masculine experience, insight. You get it from feminine intuition.

Sullivan: That was so sexist!

Gloria: Thank you very much for bringing my husband's medication by. Oh, let's just see what it says. Hmm. Apply 2 to 4 times a day and discontinue use... if these reactions are observed. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I got this cream for you, William. They say it works like magic. Put it on and... you won't get those nasty bedsores.

Nikki: Oh, thank you, but I'm already wired. Too much caffeine.

David: It's not coffee. It's chicken broth. Here.

Nikki: Wow. Even after defeat, you're still my hero. Thanks.

David: How's your son?

Nikki: He's sleeping. He's stable. Having a little trouble remembering things, but... we're hoping that that's temporary.

David: Mmm.

Nikki: Well... you don't wanna miss your flight.

David: In fact I do. I've decided to stick around for a while.

Nikki: Why?

David: To see if you need anything. To see what happens next with us.

Nikki: Well, my husband won't be gone forever.

David: I understand.

Phyllis: Where's Nick?

Nikki: Um... first door on the right past the nurse's station.

[Nick is sleeping and Phyllis gives him a kiss]

Nick: What's that? What are you-- what are you doing? Cut it out!

Phyllis: It's me.

Nick: Yeah, I know who it is-- Phyllis Abbott. You're kissing me, why? Get the hell off me.

Phyllis: Okay, I won't do it if you don't like it.

Nick: Where's my wife?

Phyllis: I'm right here.

Nick: No. Where's Sharon?

Nick: Sharon... get Phyllis outta here.

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

Brad: What is it you want, Victoria?

Victoria: I want those properties that you sold illegally.

Phyllis: That's not my Nick in there.

J.T.: Jana put you in the hospital. You wanna risk that again or worse?

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