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Episode # 9562 ~ Daniel Finally Regains Consciousness
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Ronan: You've, uh... (Quietly) You've got me on the transplant list, right? Yeah. No, I know. You-- you're doing the best you can. I, um, I just-- I, uh, uh, Doc, someone just showed up. I'm gonna call you back, okay? Yeah.
Ronan: Oh, it's, um, someone from the coroner's office.
Nina: Oh. Listen, thank you for coming by on Christmas, by the way. It really made my day. You're always welcome, I hope you know.
Ronan: (Chuckles) Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
Nina: Good. We should do it again soon.
Nina: No, dinner, silly. You gotta eat sometime, right? Oh, Dear. I sound like a mom. Sorry. (Laughs) Well, hopefully, I'm allowed, right?
Heather: From your assistant.
Nick: Oh, thank you, Heather. How did you get these?
Heather: Oh, I was at Newman. I was doing some legwork for Michael on the trust fund case, and Sherry mentioned she was headed over here. I offered to save her a trip.
Nick: Oh. Okay. Well, thank you.
Heather: You're welcome.
Victor: What brings you by?
Jack: Oh, I'm here on Skye's behalf. You remember Skye, don't you? The woman who ran the Newman Hedge fund? Uh, before you tanked it, that is.
Victor: I'm not interested in discussing Skye Lockhart. I barely know that woman.
Jack: Deny it all you want. I think Skye interests you very much. In fact, I'll go you one further. I don't think Adam murdered Skye. I think the reason Skye disappeared is she skipped town, very much alive.
Abby: Oh. No way. You are never gonna believe who John Mayer is dating now. You better open your eyes. Quick, before you hear every grizzly detail. I wish you would wake up and tell me to shut up and stop reading all this crap. Hi I keep feeling like maybe I can annoy you into coming back to me. I guess I don't really know what else to do.
Abby: Phyllis, hey. I was just, um--
Phyllis: Reading to him. I know. I heard.
Abby: Is there any news?
Phyllis: I got an update on Daisy. The Canadian authorities have searched and searched and searched, and no sign of her.
Abby: How does someone that pregnant not get noticed unless...
Phyllis: Unless she's already had the baby.
Woman: Oh, yes, it feels much better to be clean, huh?
Man: Yeah, don't get too attached over there. We're not keepin' her, you know.
Woman: Right. I got it. You don't have to keep telling me, all right?
Man: Lady I talked to on the phone should have been here by now.
Woman: You know, this--this plan of yours to se-- getting money from some stranger in exchange for a baby that you found at a church... I don't think its right, Burt.
Burt: I saved the kid's life, didn't I? Haven't we been feeding it and taking care of it? Listen to it holler half the night?
Woman: Her, not "It."
Burt: Why shouldn't we get a reward for making sure she finds a good home?
Woman: Because it's not our place. We should call someone.
Burt: Yeah, I did she's on her way over.
Woman: That's not what I meant, and you know it.
Burt: Agnes, listen to me. Don't go ruining this by over thinking. We're about to see more money in one place than we' ever seen in our lives. So just put the baby in the pretty little outfit you got at the thrift store so she makes a good impression, okay? Please?
Victoria: Hey, Baby. Uh, it's Mom. I'm sorry that I missed you. I really wanted to hear how your game went against the Panthers, and, um, okay, so... I'll just talk to you soon, and call me as soon as you can, all right? Love you. Have a good night. Bye.
Victoria: Is it still cold out there? It looks like it might snow, actually. (Sighs)
Billy: Don't do that.
Victoria: Do what?
Billy: Pretend like everything's okay when we both know it's not. The doc handed us a raw deal. You don't have to pretend to be brave just for me.
Victoria: (Sighs) (Sniffles) You know, this isn't exactly how I pictured our life going.
Billy: Hey, it's okay to be sad.
Victoria: I'm not sad. Actually, I'm angry.
Billy: Of course, you're angry. This isn't fair.
Victoria: No, I mean I'm angry at myself. I am the one who cannot have the baby. "I" as in "Me."
Billy: Come on. There's nothing you did or didn't do to cause this, okay? Come on.
Victoria: The doctors can't say that. They don't know what's wrong. All they know is that I am-- can't have a baby, and I'm never gonna... (Sighs) Be able to give birth, and I'm just gonna have Reed.
Billy: Stop, stop, stop. Now look at me for a second, all right? You are not to blame for this no ones blame for this. It's not your fault. You are not responsible.
Victoria: I feel responsible. I can't help it. You told me not to pretend with you, so I'm not gonna pretend, all right? I-I'm the one that can't have the baby. I-it's my fault, and no matter what, there's nothing that anybody can do. (Sobs)
Abby: Oh, gosh, how do you stand it? All this waiting?
Phyllis: Leaning on friends. Jack has been great.
Abby: Yeah. He always is.
Phyllis: He always is.
Phyllis: I've also devoted considerable thought to how many ways I'm gonna torture Daisy.
Abby: (Chuckles) Wow, you did not really just say that out loud.
Phyllis: Yes, I did. After she has the baby, of course.
Abby: Oh, absolutely. All bets are off then. The more gruesome, the better... since we're not bothering to be P.C. when it comes to her.
Phyllis: You care about my son, don't you?
Phyllis: I appreciate all the time you're taking, reading to him and trying to make him wake up, cracking jokes, whatever you're doing. I am sure it helps.
Abby: It's helping me. Seeing him just laying here and not moving, it's... just a little too familiar, you know? Only this time... (Sniffles) I'm not gonna settle for anything less than a happy ending.
Nick: So you and Skye hardly said a word to each other, huh, Dad?
Jack: You know who helped Skye get away, don't you? Come on. Think hard. First name pops into your head.
Victor: I don't have time for these games.
Jack: And yet you had all the time in the world to mess with Adam's life, to set him up for the murder of his wife. Only there was no murder, was there?
Victor: According to whom, Jack? According to Adam? That's hardly a credible source.
Jack: You know, it--it always bugged me that they never found a body. That ever bug you? Where did he put Skye's body? I mean, here's a guy alone-- no driver that night-- legally blind, a train to catch. What did he do with Skye's body? Unless... there is no body. And then all the pieces fit together. Oh, and there's one more thing-- the very night the fund collapsed, the very night that Adam allegedly killed Skye, you took off in your private jet for parts unknown.
Victor: Figure that. It was a business trip.
Jack: Yeah, a very sudden business trip, one no one knew anything about, a trip that had no clear itinerary, a trip that took you, well, all around the globe. How convenient is that?
Victor: You're being very melodramatic as usual.
Jack: You could have dropped Skye off pretty much anywhere, and no one would have been the wiser. See, I made a few inquiries at the airport, and listen to this. No one... no one could get their hands on your original flight plan or the passenger manifest. No one.
Jack: If I had to guess, I'd say you used the profits from collapsing the hedge fund to finance Skye's moving to Hawaii.
Jack: New identity, new life, offshore bank accounts to dissuade her from ever coming to Adam's rescue.
Victor: You should have been a novelist. Or better yet, a comic book writer. How's that?
Jack: It does kind of read like a book, doesn't it? Here's another plot twist.
Jack: One month later...
Jack: When Sharon went to Hawaii to try to find Skye...
Jack: You disappeared again for a few days. Again...
Jack: No flight plan.
Jack: And surprise, surprise, Sharon actually found Skye. The one woman who knew the lengths you would go to to frame your own son for murder, and Sharon found her. Well, you had to be relieved when you heard about Skye's accident. Dead women tell no tales, right?
Victor: I'm telling you what I told Sharon. I don't give a damn about Skye Lockhart. I barely knew her. And I certainly had nothing to do with her death.
Jack: I have always been amazed by how easily you lie-- not even a flicker of remorse. You lie to your wife. You lie to your kids. You lie to yourself. Is it any surprise you would lie to Sharon and the police, as well?
Nina: Well, it was nice catchin' up with you guys.
Ronan: You, too.
Nina: Heather, see if you can't twist his arm and get him to come to dinner one of these days.
Heather: (Chuckles) All right, I'll work on him.
Ronan: Well, uh, thank you for not promising that I'll be at every holiday from now on.
Heather: Did you turn in your paperwork for the transplant?
Ronan: Yeah. I'm on the list. Now it's just a waiting game.
Heather: What are the chances that you're gonna get to the top and--and find a match?
Ronan: (Scoffs) There are 17,000 people on the list. I'm number 17,001.17 there are 6,000 livers in a given year. You do the math. The organs go to the sickest patients first.
Heather: So you're saying the odds aren't good... unless, of course, you could find a living donor.
Ronan: I told you, that is not--
Heather: An option. Yeah, so you've said. But--but time is running out.
Heather: And you have family. You have to get on this now. Can't you see that? What about your biological father? Is he still alive?
Heather: You know that for a fact?
Ronan: Yes. I know that for a fact. (Sighs) Nina wrote enough about him in her book that I was able to find him through the bureau. But he died from the same disease at the age I am right now.
Heather: Does-- does Nina know?
Ronan: No, sh-- she does not know, and I intend to keep it that way.
Heather: Okay, so the only family you have is Nina. And she's your mother.
Heather: You have to go to her.
Ronan: Would you just back off of this? Please?
Rafe: Look,, uh, I gotta be honest with you, Billy. Your chances of adopting a healthy infant-- it's not promising.
Billy: I-I know, if we go through an agency, go through channels. Yeah, I know. I kind of figured- that would be the situation. So that's why I talked to you before, we discussed, um... you know, alternative measures just in case. Victoria and I couldn't go through the, uh, the traditional route.
Rafe: You're talking about a private adoption.
Billy: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. I mean, I want to fast track this thing. I don't want to jump through hoops if there's a way that we can-- might expedite this process.
Rafe: Uh... (Sighs) What's "Expedient," uh, is not always what's best in the long run, Billy. There can be all kinds of problems. There are complications.
Billy: Yeah, I know I know. I know. I know. I'm willing to take that chance, okay? All right? With or without your help. Now I'd prefer "With."
Rafe: And I need to make sure that my clients know the risks going into something--let them know when a course of action...."
Billy: (Clears throat) Yeah.
Rafe: Might be unwise.
Bly: Yep, you--okay. You've done that, all right? Now can you just point me in the right direction? I figured a family attorney might have ran across this thing one or two times, okay? At some point.
Rafe: (Sighs) I may know somebody who can give me the information you're looking for.
Billy: See? There. Perfect. Great. Now when you--can you put me in contact with this person, please? I want to get rolling on this as fast as I possibly can.
Victor: Jack, thank you for the amateur detective hour. But now if you don't mind, I’ve got some work to do.
Jack: You know, if this story holds up, that means Skye was in Hawaii for just over a month. Just a beautiful woman like that hardly goes unnoticed. A lot of people must have seen her. You know, a, uh, resourceful fellow could go over there, ask a few questions, do a little diggy, and come back with lots of proof of that Skye was alive in Hawaii, at least until Sharon found her. Hey, I might go there myself.
Victor: Why don't you? Because Hawaii this time of year is absolutely beautiful-- gorgeous place. Um, you go there. Take some time off okay? Write your novel, whatever you want to do. Keep on spinning your tales, but get the hell out of my office now, okay, you've wasted enough of my time thank you.
Nick: Were you just with Dad?
Jack: Yeah, I just told him I'm on my way Hawaii to prove that he was behind Skye’s disappearance. He didn't bat an eyelash.
Nick: Did you just say that to get a rise out of him, or are you actually going?
Jack: You given any more thought to what we discussed? Seeing if there was anything interesting in the security camera the night that Victor and Skye were stuck in the elevator?
Nick: Jack, come on. How responsible would I be to let the co-C.E.O. of a Newman competitor browse through our security material? Would you want me nosing through Jabot? I didn't think so.
Jack: Pretty much the answer I expected. Good for you. You're a stand-up guy, Nick. Too bad your old man doesn't serve that loyalty.
Victor: Yeah, come in.
Nick: If you have a minute, there is something I'd like to show you.
Victor: Uh, what is it, Son?
Nick: These photos were taken the night of the storm when the power went out. Do you mind telling me what exactly is going on between you and Skye? I had my assistant go down to security, pulled what I needed from the vault.
Victor: What do you mean, "What you needed"?
Nick: Don't worry. We were discreet. No one knows I have these.
Victor: What do you mean, "You were discreet"? What's the point in all this?
Nick: I was there. When you got off the elevator. You claimed you two barely spoke to each other. These pictures, obviously, do not support that.
Victor: Because of a remark I made to you--an offhand remark I made to you months ago, you purely, on your own, decided to investigate what went on between me and a woman I hardly know? Is that about right?
Nick: (Sighs) You have to admit to me you look very cozy.
Victor: Son, she was claustrophobic. She was becoming hysterical. I calmed her down. What the hell are you accusing me of?
Nick: Dad, just take it easy, all right?
Victor: What do you want to prove?
Nick: There are some questions floating around about you and Skye, about how well you two knew each other. I figured it was worth asking the question, so hopefully, we can put this to bed.
Victor: Didn't I tell you how to deal with innuendo? You ignore it. You don't fan the flames. You're a Newman. You should know about that.
Rafe: All right, thanks for the information.
Rafe: Yeah, I don't know. Um, I'll be in touch. All right. (Sighs)
Billy: What'd he say?
Rafe: (Sighs) Why is this so important to you?
Rafe: Yeah. Why? Why now? I mean, wh-what's with the--the urgent timetable? You and Victoria? Have only been married a-a few months. I mean, what's the big rush to adopt?
Billy: Oh, look, hey. Look, you know Victoria had a miscarriage, right?
Billy: Well, it's not her first. So she went to the doctor. She had a bunch of tests done, and it turns out, the chances of her carrying a kid to term are pretty much nil.
Rafe: Oh, my. That's rough. I'm... (Sighs) I'm sorry, Billy.
Billy: Yeah. Well, filling up that house with kids is Victoria’s dream, and I love her. So if you could make that happen for her, I would be eternally grateful.
Rafe: All right. (Sighs) Um, I’ll do two things for you.
Billy: Oh, perfect. Great.
Rafe: First, I'll make an introduction --between you and the--the kinds of people who you're gonna have to talk to about this.
Billy: Awesome. Awesome. Great. Well, what's the second thing?
Rafe: I'll represent you when this leads to trouble.
Billy: (Chuckles) All right. Well, whatever. Consider yourself on retainer.
Rafe: No, no, no. Save your money, all right? Y-y-you're gonna need it if you go through with this. Probably cost you no, no, n a small fortune, Billy.
Billy: Yeah, well, it will be worth it to see Victoria with our baby.
Prim: Baby looks healthy. Cute, too. That always helps.
Agnes: Mm. How can we be sure that she'll go to good people?
Prim: Oh, we screen our prospective parents very carefully.
Burt: So, uh, we got a deal?
Prim: I believe we do.
Prim: Here's what we agreed on. Count it if you like. Yes. (Chuckles) Mm.
Burt: See there, Agnes? 5,000 bucks.
Prim: Do you have something warm I can take her in?
Agnes: Yeah, um, --these are the little clothes and things I bought for her at Goodwill.
Prim: Not to worry. This little sweetheart's gonna be someone's treasured princess real soon.
Burt: Yeah, never doubted it for second.
Agnes: W-we've been callin' her Rose.
Prim: Rose, huh? I like that name. It was my aunt's name, the same Aunt Rose who gave me my name, Primrose. Primrose Devil. Hmm.
Abby: It's so weird to think about.
Phyllis: What's weird?
Abby: Daniel's gonna have a kid out there somewhere in the world.
Phyllis: (Sighs) Yep, that's weird.
Abby: I know Daniel wouldn't think so, but I think he'd be a really great dad. And he really cares about people, and... and look at his art. He's interesting. If he had kids, he'd teach them to think about the world in unexpected ways.
Phyllis: Yep. (Clears throat) I can't believe I'm gonna say this. You're--you're-- you're all right, Abby.
Abby: Whoa. Okay, careful there. I am a girl, and I like your son.
Phyllis: Okay, you know-- I--yeah, I know. I know. Don't push it. I just gave you a compliment.
Abby: Okay. (Chuckles) Okay.
Phyllis: And, you're sitting here talking to my son in your sweats looking horrible.
Abby: (Chuckles) Thanks.
Phyllis: You really care for him, and I think you're helping a lot.
Abby: Well, thanks for not minding that I'm here.
Phyllis: If you want to go clean up, go ahead.
Abby: (Sighs) I actually might take you up on that. I am, uh, gonna go I'm pretty wiped.
Phyllis: Okay. If something changes, I'll call.
Phyllis: Hey. Okay. (Sighs)
Phyllis: (Quietly) I was just nice to your girlfriend. I did that for you. You might want to wake up. You don't want to miss things like that. Daniel... (Voice breaks) (Sighs)
Jack: (Sighs) I just spent some quality time harassing Victor trying to read his reaction to the theory that there was no murder.
Phyllis: Did he take the bait?
Jack: No. He's too smart for that. But I left there really convinced than ever that Adam is right. The Mustache" set him up for Skye’s murder.
Phyllis: (Sighs) Wait a second. Wait a second. Wait a second. Wait a second. You were willing to fly all that way on a hunch? On a hunch, and--and what, Sharon’s say-so, just so you can nail Victor to the wall? Please, please. You are letting your rivalry overpower your ability to make rational decisions, Jack.
Jack: You're right. You're right. I'm letting my contempt for Victor control me. Forget Hawaii. I'm staying right here with you.
Victor: Who the hell put you up to this? Is it Jack?
Nick: You answered my questions. I'm sorry if I made you mad. That was not my intention.
Victor: Your mother. Betrays me with a slime ball. Your sisters are attempting to take my company away from me. Do I add you now to this list of backstabbing bastards in my family?
Nick: Don't lump me into this group of people who are against you, Dad.
Victor: You are insinuating that I lied to you. But do you think I will just take that?
Nick: I'm about to fight Sharon for full custody because I couldn't stand this idea at she went thousands of miles away to save Adam. So I'm asking you, if there is more to this story, I want to know it.
Victor: I support you 1000% in your attempt to protect my granddaughter from that scum. But for you to come in here and insinuate that I somehow helped Skye Lockhart escape this town alive is ludicrous. She's dead as a doornail. Leave it alone!
Ronan: We can't have any more discussions about that, not in public places.
Heather: Okay. Now you're in private. Look, uh, you’ve given me your rationale for not telling Nina. I've considered your request. I can hear in your voice how important this is to you.
Ronan: So then will you leave it alone for me?
Heather: No. I'm sorry, Ronan. I'm not okay with it.
Ronan: This isn’t some simple operation where-- what do you think? That they're gonna unwrap me like a gift box? They're just gonna remove- half my liver and wrap me back up again? This takes hours of precise surgery. Anything can go wrong, and sometimes it does. It's dangerous, Heather. Do you get that? I'm not gonna ask anyone else to risk their life to save mine, especially my mother, especially Nina. I won't put that burden on anyone. I won't ask anybody to make that sacrifice.
Heather: You wouldn't have to ask her. I mean, if she knew what you were facing, she would offer it in--in an instant.
Ronan: I know she would. I know she would. And that's exactly why I'm not gonna ask her to do it. I will not put that burden on my mother.
Billy: Did Rafe send you? Okay, great. That was fast. I didn't expect to see you this fast.
Man: Um, in case he didn't tell you, money or I disappear.
Billy: Great. Talk to me then.
Man: I know of an expedient broker in the item you desire.
Billy: The item. Okay, um, do you want your money up front?
Man: If you please.
Billy: Great. Then just write down an account number and the amount, and I'll have it wired to you immediately. And if you can make the connection tonight, then I will throw in a bonus.
Victoria: (Singsong voice) From Billy’s private stash. Whiskey--the good stuff.
Victoria: If your problems are as bad as mine, we're gonna need that. (Sighs)
Abby: Can we just, like, not talk about mine?
Victoria: I thought that's why you came by.
Abby: No, I just felt like I really needed my sister.
Victoria: Oh, well, I guess you came to the right place, then.
Nina: I was surprised to get your call.
Heather: Hey, can I get you a cup of coffee or--or anything?
Nina: No. No, thanks. I'm fine. Why'd you want to see me?
Heather: Oh, God. Oh (Sighs) I-I don't, um...
Nina: Heather, what is this? What's wrong?
Heather: (Sighs) I-I-I actually rehearsed this in front of the mirror to try to figure out, um, the best way to tell you this.
Nina: Well, if it's this hard for you to say it, I mean...is this about my son?.. I know you two have been getting closer.
Heather: Yes. It's about Ronan.
Nina: Heather, what? What?
Heather: (Sighs) I'm sorry. Um, uh, Ronan... Ronan confided something in me and that--that he doesn't want me to share with anyone, and, um, I mean, I'm--I'm sure he'll never talk to me again, but, uh, that's okay. I- I can deal with that because I... I feel very strongly that this is something you should know.
Nick: Thanks for meeting me. The reason I called--
Jack: I-if this is about Victor, save your breath. I'm not going to Hawaii after all, not without something a lot more compelling than Sharon’s word.
Nick: Well, before you make your decision, retake a look at these. The trip might not be as big a lark as you think.
Nina: Well, obviously, this is serious.
Heather: Yes, it is. (Sighs)
Heather: He's sick. Ronan is--is sick.
Nina: What do you mean? Sick, how?
Heather: Um, he has a-a heredity liver disease. It's--it's called hereditary amyloidosis. And if he doesn't get a-a liver transplant, he--he could die.
Ronan: (Sighs) Thank you for meeting me.
Rafe: Yeah, not a problem. So, uh, what can I-- what can I do for you? Help you with police business? What's going on?
Ronan: No, not police business. This, uh, this is personal business. I need to write up a will.
Jack: Quite the little picture. Obviously, they had some kind of a deal.
Nick: You called it.
Jack: I'm not sure why you gave these to me, Nick what do you want me to do with them?
Nick: That's up to you. I've done what I can... although I expect you report back to me whatever it is you find in the same spirit of trust I've just shown you.
Jack: Done. And thank you.
Nick: (Sighs) Good luck.
Jack: Uh, this is Jack Abbott. How fast can you get me on a flight to Hawaii?
(Telephone rings) (Ring)
Koa: General store. Koa speaking.
Victor: There's a Hawaiian saying-- "If you plan for a year, plant kalo. If you plan for ten years, plant koa."
Koa: "And if you plan for a hundred years, teach the children."
Victor: What's happening there?
Koa: Ah, it's been pretty quiet, Brother, slow motion.
Victor: All right, that may be about to end. There are some people who will descend onto the island, and they're looking for some information, all right?
Koa: Anyone asks about Skye, I'll be sure to get a hold of you.
Victor: I appreciate that, Koa. I'll be sending a check very soon, all right? Thank you.
Phyllis: (Quietly) Oh, my God.
Phyllis: Daniel, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Neil, it's me. It's me, your mom. Hey. Hey, Baby. Oh, my God.
Phyllis: No, no, no. Don't do that. Don't do that. Oh, my God, we've been praying so hard. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Phyllis: No, please. Just stay down. Stay down. (Normal voice) E-excuse me. Somebody! You hit your head. You hit your head. Oh, Baby, don't strain yourself, please. Oh, my God. Daniel!
Phyllis: What? Shh, shh, shh, shh. What is it? What'd you say? What? What? What? Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Daniel: (Strained voice) Daisy. Daisy. (Moans)
Victoria: Okay. (Sighs) So... what do we drink to?
Abby: I don't know.
Victoria: Ignorance is bliss. That's about right. (Glasses clink)
Abby: (Gulps) Ugh. Oh, that tastes like... that tastes like paint thinner. (Shudders)
Victoria: Oh, yummy.
Victoria: Well, um...
Victoria: Sorry. Why don't you just tell me about your crummy day? Maybe that'll make you feel better.
Abby: Uh, no, don’t I promise you, it won’t?
Victoria: All right, well, maybe it'll make me feel better. You know what they say--is "Misery loves company.",
Abby: I have an idea. How about we just ditch the commiserating altogether and just wallow?
Victoria: Yeah, cut to the chase.
Victoria: I like it. To wallowing. (Glasses clink)
Abby: Mm, yeah, it's bad.
Victoria: Aah. That is truly the most disgusting thing I'd ever... (Sets glass down) Ugh! Tasted.
Abby: Okay, we need hot chocolate with marshmallow fluff.
Victoria: (Sighs) That sounds much better.
Abby: That's what I'm saying. You have it in the house, right?
Victoria: Whoo. Oh, yeah.
Abby: You know, it, like, opened my sinuses.
Billy: Um, are--are you, um...
Billy: Yeah. That--a nice name.
Billy: (Clears throat) Believe a mutual friend explained a certain...mm.
Prim: You're in a hurry.
Prim: How big of a hurry?
Billy: Well, tomorrow, actually, or as soon as humanly possible. Do you even have what I'm looking for? Because this--
Prim: You're asking a lot.
Billy: Uh, it's a bad habit.
Prim: I might be able to get you what you need. Anything's possible... if the price is right.
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Victoria: I went to go see my doctor. I can't have any more babies.
Lauren: Daniel, please. I need to know where Daisy is hiding.
Phyllis: What are you doing?
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