Y&R Transcript Monday 4/20/15


Episode # 10648 ~ Jack plans his escape; Joe gets life-altering news; Nikki takes the stand in court.

Provided By Suzanne

Billy: Jack, like I've said in my other 500 messages, I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but you really need to check in back home, like, now.

Ashley: Jack and Phyllis are still out of the country on their honeymoon, and we just really hate to interrupt them.

Victor: Oh, of course. Why interrupt their wonderful honeymoon when Jack's own team can pull a stunt like this?

Ashley: What stunt?

Victor: I received this letter from Jabot legal mandating an outside expert to look at the surveillance tape that found Jack breaking into Newman computer room.

Ashley: Oh, please. That's a no-brainer, Victor. We have to make sure the video is valid, and if it's legitimate, you have nothing to worry about.

Billy: Right, because if it's been doctored to incriminate Jack, then you should start sweating, Victor.

Victor: Don't waste your time. It's your brother on that tape, and all your desperate measures will not save him.

Jack: Save me from what?

Jack: Kelly! How could you do this to me? What did you give me? I will never love you! I would never choose you! I made my choice! It's Phyllis! I would never choose you! Never!

Neil: Coffee. Just coffee. It's all I've had this morning.

Devon: I wasn't gonna ask you, but thank you for telling me. Are you ready for court?

Neil: Am I ready the face the charges and the consequences? Yes, I am. And I'm gonna do that clean and sober.

Devon: Today's gonna be difficult for everyone, but especially you, because there's a lot of dirty laundry that's bound to come out.

Neil: That supposed to be news for me?

Devon: No, I just -- I wanted to --

Neil: You wanted to what? You wanted to offer your sympathy? You wanted to offer your friendship? Maybe you wanted to offer to help keep me sober. Never.

Devon: I'm worried about you.

Neil: Little late for that, isn't it? I'm worried about me, too. But you -- don't you worry, because whatever gets said in that courtroom today, whatever happens, it's not gonna drive me back to the bottle.

Nikki: Christine, I know you must be anxious to get in the courtroom and put all this behind you.

Christine: Actually, I'm looking forward to the truth coming out. I can't wait for the person who was responsible for my baby's death to finally be brought to justice.

Nikki: I know your loss was unbearable. But I also know Neil.

Christine: Are you trying to plead Neil's case to me?

Nikki: I just want you to know that Neil would never have intentionally --

Christine: I don't give a damn what Neil intended. Frankly, I think you should be looking at a conviction. But you have the Newman name on your side, not to mention my husband.

Nikki: Paul loves you very much.

Christine: I don't doubt that, but perhaps if the two of you did not share a son, you would be standing up there with Neil today, getting exactly what you deserve.

Paul: I'm here. What's so urgent?

Dylan: What's this?

Paul: It's "goodbye" in Japanese. Look, it's unfortunate, but it would have come out in trial anyway. You yourself found Courtney's necklace in the trunk of Sharon's car.

Dylan: Yeah, but you're ignoring the fact that the necklace was planted.

Paul: Dylan, I'm not ignoring anything. The only thing I know for sure is that Noah confirmed that Courtney was going to wear that necklace on her wedding. The same day that she wound up dead. You know, dead, like Austin Travers.

Dylan: Yeah, but Michael and I handed over the necklace to you.

Paul: Fine. You saved me some time by turning over incriminating evidence. But I had an officer there with a search warrant. He would have found it anyway.

Dylan: Yeah, because Sharon's being framed! That's why he would have found it! Two crimes now that she didn't commit! Why can't you see that?

Paul: You know what I see? I see my son getting way too involved in Sharon's flimsy defense. And if Avery were here, she'd tell you the same thing.

Dylan: You don't know that.

Paul: If Avery believed that Sharon was innocent, why isn't she here standing side by side with her fiancé?

Avery: Joe, you haven't touched your breakfast.

Joe: Yeah, well, this morning's cottage cheese resembles yesterday's yogurt. Plus I'm more interested in today's paper.

Avery: Well, you can eat and read at the same time, can't you?

Joe: You know, it's not too late for you to reconsider, join Dylan in mounting a defense.

Avery: I am where I am needed -- here helping you get strong so you can walk out of here.

Joe: Oh, look. It's Dr. Shelby. Come on in, doc, and save me from this vicious woman and tasteless breakfast.

Avery: What is it, Barton?

Barton: Joe's latest test results are in.

Avery: Why are you here instead of Joe's neurologist?

Barton: He's tied up in surgery, but we thought he'd want to hear this right away.

Joe: Yeah. I'm paralyzed.

Avery: It's -- it's temporary, right? He's -- he's gonna recover from the fall and then he'll go through rehab?

Barton: The nervous system has severe damage. In the old days, 5, even 10 years ago, we would have said this sort of trauma is irreparable. But medical science is making breakthroughs every day.

Joe: Yeah, but you can't guarantee if I'll ever walk again.

Barton: For now, you'll be transferred to a therapeutic clinic with state-of-the-art treatment.

Joe: To get training on how to live life in a wheelchair.

Avery: Stop it, Joe. You are gonna get better. You are gonna walk again.

Barton: If you have any other questions, I'd be happy to answer them at this time. Otherwise, a counselor will stop by later to speak with you, okay?

Avery: Thank you. Joe.

Joe: Look, it's time for you to go.

Barton: Hey, I got your note this morning. I'm starving. This is perfect.

Leslie: Yeah. I'm sorry to do this last-minute, but I can't -- I can't have breakfast.

Barton: Everything okay? I hope things are better with you and your client than they are with me and my patient.

Leslie: Bad news?

Barton: I'm supposed to be able to fix people, Leslie. But sometimes I just feel like my hands are tied behind my back.

Leslie: Listen, all you can do is your best. That goes for doctors and lawyers. That's what I'll be telling myself when I go up against Winston Mobley today.

Barton: Winston Mobley, huh? You said he's a tough prosecutor.

Leslie: That man takes no prisoners.

Hilary: You know, I have always had a thing for a man in a power suit.

Winston: Real power is more than the right pocket square, ann. It's having the skill and confidence to go along with the suit.

Hilary: Oh. Well, you have plenty of skill, Winston. I can testify to that.

Winston: I may want to cross-examine you about that after the trial.

Hilary: Ooh, I can't wait. [Chuckles]

Winston: [Sighs]

Hilary: Good luck! Not that you'll need it.

[Door closes]

Dylan: Just because Avery's not representing Sharon, that doesn't mean she thinks Sharon's guilty.

Paul: I'm not so sure about that.

Dylan: Well, I'm telling you.

Paul: I will give you this. Avery believed enough in Sharon's innocence to do an end-run around the law and have incriminating evidence tested for fingerprints.

Dylan: She did that as a favor to me.

Paul: And when the fingerprints turned out to be Sharon's and the blood on the tire iron turned out to be Austin's, Avery backed down!

Dylan: Yeah, the tire iron was found on the side of the road!

Paul: By you!

Dylan: Yeah, Sharon's fingerprints on it proves nothing!

Paul: It proves that Sharon handled it!

Dylan: We don't even know if it's the murder weapon yet, Paul!

Paul: Even so, your obsession with helping Sharon has put Avery in very shaky legal ground.

Dylan: She didn't break any laws.

Paul: She acted irresponsibly, and Avery's now in question because of Joe Clark's near-fatal fall.

Dylan: Joe told you himself that it was an accident.

Paul: Right, and if he hadn't, Avery might be sharing a cell with Sharon right now. And tell me, son -- which one would you choose to help?

Dylan: Why are you on my back for trying to be there for a friend?

Paul: Because you're working outside the law and tampering with evidence!

Dylan: No, I'm trying to find the truth!

Paul: You're obstructing justice!

Dylan: Yeah, justice. Isn't that what you want, Paul? Because ever since Christine's accident, it seems like that's all you're about is taking names and getting convictions!

Paul: You think that's what it's about? Dylan, I can't find one person, including you, that isn't trying to deceive me. And I'll tell you something else. There is more to an investigation than just gut feelings.

Dylan: It's better than having no feeling at all.

Paul: Stop interfering in this case. If you continue to go rogue, I'll throw you in jail.

Victor: So good that you soaked up all that sun, Jack. What a honeymoon. My goodness. You may not see that sun much longer.

Billy: I am really glad you guys are back. You know, I can't wait to buy you new cell phones as a wedding gift, 'cause apparently the ones you have don't work.

Ashley: And given how incommunicado you've been, we thought it was impossible to pry you out of paradise.

Phyllis: Well, I hated to leave, but after the flurry of text messages and missed calls, we thought maybe we should get back right away.

Jack: You know what, Victor? If you have accusations to make, I suggest you make them to my face.

Victor: You broke into the Newman computer system and absconded with very delicate and important corporate data.

Jack: I think that's more your MO.

Victor: Really? You're on that tape.

Phyllis: Well, that can't be true. Jack, call his bluff.

Ashley: Say something, Jack.

Jack: I guess I'm gonna have to call my lawyer.

Phyllis: Jack? What's going on?

Victor: You know, for once, I appreciate your attitude. No righteous indignation, no fobbing off of responsibility onto some innocent bystander boogey

Billy: Wait, wait, wait. Jack didn't admit to anything.

Victor: If I were you, I would seek legal advice while I tend to another legal matter. Your friend Neil is on trial.

Phyllis: Already?

Victor: And I assume you and your lovely bride will be at the courtroom lending moral support? You have a nice day.

Billy: What the hell, Jack?

Ashley: What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you just rolling over and raising the white flag for Victor?

Jack: Of course not. I'm merely seeking legal advice. Victor merely thinks he has me over a barrel.

Billy: Thinks? Snidely has you on tape!

Ashley: We saw the footage, Jack.

Jack: Billy, Billy, you should grab Chelsea and take off for the islands like I did. I'm telling you, a little perspective does wonders for you.

Ashley: Would you please stop with this adolescent behavior and focus?

Jack: This is so much more fun.

Ashley: Jack, you are facing federal charges. And if we don't come up with a plan, we're gonna end up cutting a deal with Victor.

Jack: Is that really such a bad thing?

Billy: What?

Jack: Kelly! You claim to love me! You wouldn't leave me tied up like this if you did. Come on. I promise I won't try to escape. I just want to see you. I want to talk. Remember how we talked when we first met for hours and hours? We finished each other's sentences. Kelly, you remember?

John: Nice try, son. But she's not buying it.

Jack: Dad.

John: Hmm. Well... hmm. She did a good job. Hmm. Don't tell me. She drugged your tea, as well? [Sniffs] You can sure pick them, Jackie boy.

Jack: I don't need to hear this. I need to get out of here. God knows what Victor has done to Phyllis already.

John: There you go again, blaming everything on Victor. And look what it's got you.

Jack: You think he isn't behind this?

John: Of course, he is! But you played right into his hands.

Jack: This is my fault.

John: Jackie, if you were able to escape these bonds, you will still end up behind another eight-ball. Unless you use your head, son.

Jack: I don't need speeches!

John: And beat Victor at his own game!

Jack: I don't need speeches! I need a knife! I need to get out of here! When I do, when I get my hands on Victor, I swear to... Dad? Dad?! Come on. Come back, Dad. Come back.

Lily: Hey, Dad. Everything's gonna go well, okay? You won't be alone in there.

Neil: Thanks for saying that. I assume you're here for lily.

Cane: I know you're still mad at me for keeping silent about Devon and Hilary.

Neil: Yeah, I am.

Cane: I just want to let you know that I'm here to give you all the support I can.

Neil: Thanks. I'm gonna need all the support I can get.

Leslie: [Sighs] Hey. We still have a few more minutes. Let's go over your testimony one more time.

Neil: Just calm down, Leslie. There's no need to rehearse anything. I'm just gonna go in, tell the judge what happened, and make no excuses, all right?

Lily: Dad, I love you, but for once, can you listen to people who know what they're talking about? Like your lawyer. Please just do what she says.

Neil: Let me tell you something. No matter what happens, no matter what you hear in that courtroom today, I love you. And I'm grateful you're my daughter.

Lily: Well, you have a son, too. And what Devon says on the stand can make all the difference.

Hilary: Devon, uh... just I wanted to ask, um, how is Neil holding up?

Devon: Why do you care?

Hilary: I'm testifying on his behalf today.

Devon: Yeah, 'cause you don't want to see your cash settlement tied up in court while my father sits in prison.

Hilary: Well, it doesn't matter what my reasons are, right? As long as I play my part.

Devon: Exactly. That's what you're best at -- playing a part. I know how good of an actress you can be when you put your mind -- and body -- into it.

Hilary: Well, there's no shame in using what you got to get by.

Devon: Well, I guess I feel enough shame for both of us. You know, I hate to ask you for anything.

Hilary: You're a billionaire. What could I possibly have that you want? Besides the ability to make it through the day without whining.

Devon: I need you to show some compassion. Can you not get into all the gory details today about our affair? I don't think Neil needs to hear any of that stuff again.

Hilary: Gory details?

Devon: Yeah. Everything you did and everything you said to make me believe...

Hilary: That I loved you? Settle down. What's got you so worried anyways, huh? Has Neil started drinking again?

Devon: Would you blame him if he was? But no, he's not drinking. He's a fighter.

Hilary: Well, that's something, I guess.

Devon: Just please watch out what you say today. I heard this Mobley guy goes after people and he doesn't lose.

Hilary: Well, he's still human.

Avery: I'm not going anywhere. In case you've forgotten, I'm the reason you're in this hospital bed.

Joe: Right. Avery, the all powerful.

Avery: Joe, if I hadn't pushed you, you wouldn't be here.

Joe: Look, I acted like a jerk, okay? Made an awkward pass at you on a balcony, slipped and fell. It -- it serves me right!

Avery: Oh, don't say that. Don't say that. We both know what really happened.

Joe: Look, I'm gonna tell you exactly what I told Paul. It's my own damn fault. Okay, I don't need your pity, so why don't you just get the hell out?!

Avery: Joe, we will get a second opinion or a third if we have to.

Joe: Yeah, so we can hear the same thing?

Avery: Well, even if that's the case, there has got to be a variety of options, experimental treatments. There are a thousand reasons not to accept you're never gonna walk again.

Joe: What? Who do you think you are, my guardian angel?! I don't need your pity, Avery! So just leave! Don't be shy, McAvoy! Come in! Claim your prize! You win!

Dylan: [Sighs]

Joe: Go ahead and say it. Karma is so damn sweet, isn't it? Yeah, well, at least you can't accuse me of walking back into her life, because I can't walk at all.

Avery: Joe, stop.

Dylan: I'm sorry you caught a tough break, but I'm not gonna let you take it out on Avery.

Avery: No, I deserve it. I-I -- it's my fault. If I hadn't been on that balcony, this wouldn't have happened.

Joe: Would you quit taking the blame? Okay, it's worse than pity. Dylan, please, take your guilt-stricken fiancée and just go!

Avery: Joe, I'm trying to help you.

Joe: What?! I don't want your help! Go and live the life that you've dreamed about, the life that I couldn't provide you when we were married! And I sure as hell can't provide it now! But he can.

Avery: Joe.

Joe: Put me in your rearview and just go.

Dylan: Come on.

Billy: You must have gotten a serious case of heatstroke down there on the island.

Ashley: You've completely lost your mind, Jack.

Billy: Cut a deal with Victor Newman? Are you serious?

Jack: No, I haven't lost my mind. I haven't had too much sun. I've merely had some distance. While I was luxuriating on the beach with my gorgeous bride, it occurred to me I have been fighting the same way against Victor for years. And to what end? Who wins? Who loses?

Phyllis: We made a pact with Victor to get the charges against me dropped.

Ashley: What kind of a pact?

Phyllis: He pulled some strings to expose the real culprit, that nut job, Kelly Andrews.

Billy: How long is this pact supposed to last, Jack?

Ashley: Probably just long enough for Victor to get Kelly out of town to avoid prosecution.

Jack: The pact is moot. Kelly's dead. Rest in peace. We should be saying the same thing for this ongoing battle between Newman and Jabot.

Ashley: You know what, Jack? You can't just end years and years of hostilities [Snaps fingers] Like that.

Jack: Just watch me. You'll be amazed what I can do.

Billy: How's that? By getting arrested?

Ashley: Yeah, and letting Victor get his hands on our family's life's work?

Jack: I don't have to share my strategy with you. It's my company, my call.

Phyllis: Honey, they're trying to protect you and the company.

Jack: Yes, and I love them both for it. But if there's anything to learn from Neil's current experience, it's that life is much too short to be worried about things like corporate rivalry.

Victor: Baby, you don't have to do this, okay?

Nikki: Well, I certainly can't bring Paul and Christine's unborn child back, but I can do the best I can to make sure Neil doesn't go to prison for it.

Victor: I admire your loyalty, but I'm concerned about your health. If this trial is too much for you --

Nikki: No, I can do it. I have to do it.

Victor: Okay. Then let's do it.

Winston: I don't want to prolong your ordeal, Mrs. Williams, but I want the court to understand the full extent of your loss. It wasn't just your unborn child that you lost that night, was it?

Christine: No, it wasn't. I was told that I can't have another baby.

Winston: Your witness.

Leslie: Mrs. Williams, allow me to express my deepest sympathy for your loss.

Christine: Thank you.

Leslie: You do understand my sympathy is shared by everyone in this room.

Christine: Facts not in evidence.

Leslie: To your point, what caused that loss is what we're here to determine.

Christine: He did.

They did.

Leslie: Or you did. Why exactly did you run into the path of the car that night, Mrs. Williams?

Christine: I didn't run into a path.

Leslie: Isn't it true that you and your husband had an argument that night?

Christine: Yes.

Leslie: And that's what caused you to run into the street without thinking?

Christine: I was simply going to my car. Yes, I was upset, but --

Leslie: So upset that you accused Nikki Newman of aiming her car at you?

Christine: Well, that's what it looked like.

Leslie: Because you're convinced Nikki Newman hates you.

Winston: Objection, your honor. This woman is the victim.

Judge: Restate the question.

Leslie: Even after the defendant came forward and took responsibility, as you've just testified, you continued to blame Nikki Newman, didn't you?

Christine: Yes.

Leslie: Because she had a son by your husband? Because she had a child and your objection!

Leslie: Withdrawn. No further questions, your honor.

Paul: You okay?

Christine: Yeah. Can you just stay here and testify?

Paul: You want me to leave you alone?

Christine: Yeah, I-I can't stay in there and listen to Nikki and Neil. I can't.

Paul: Okay. All right.

Christine: You need to do this for us. And for our baby.

Paul: I will.

Christine: I'll see you back at the station.

Paul: Okay. Be careful.

Christine: Okay.

Paul: [Sighs]

Winston: Mrs. Newman, in your original statement, you said that you were driving your car when Christine Williams suddenly ran into the road.

Nikki: That's right.

Winston: But after the defendant confessed, you changed your story. You then claimed that the defendant grabbed the steering wheel and deliberately swerved the car.

Nikki: No! Not deliberately.

Winston: Did Mr. Winters swerve the steering wheel, causing your car to hit and injure Christine Williams? Can the witness be directed to answer?

Nikki: He had been drinking, and I surprised him by telling him I was taking him to an AA meeting. He was merely reacting. He grabbed the wheel because he wanted me to turn around. He didn't see Christine until it was too late.

Winston: Hmm. So the story that you now want us to believe, the excuse that you're offering up for the death of an innocent child is that you were only doing good that night, taking a man to get help?

Nikki: Yes.

Winston: But the truth is, you're both just a couple of drunks, aren't you?

Leslie: Objection, your honor! He's badgering the witness!

Nikki: I don't care for the way you phrase that. I am a recovering alcoholic.

Winston: Two admitted drunks out for a lark, and you didn't care who got in your way! Isn't that right?!

Lily: That is not how it was!

Victor: Do not speak to my wife that way.

Leslie: Objection, your honor!

Judge: [Bangs gavel] Order.

Dylan: I'm sorry for the way I've been giving so much time to Sharon and her problems.

Avery: You believe she's innocent.

Dylan: And you don't.

Avery: Dylan, it doesn't matter what I believe. Ultimately, it's up to a jury.

Dylan: No, it does. It does matter to me. What do you think?

Avery: I think your gut is telling you, you can't walk away.

Dylan: Just like your gut's telling you that you need to be back at the hospital.

Avery: Dylan, he's got no one else.

Dylan: I've been where he is.

Avery: Then you understand why I can't turn my back on him.

Dylan: I understand more than that. 'Cause I didn't... I didn't come home to you. Not right away.

Avery: I never understood why. You were hurt. I was worried about you. You knew that I would take care of you.

Dylan: I just, uh... I needed time to heal, just wrap my head around my -- my new reality. So maybe that's what Joe needs -- just time.

Avery: Yeah, maybe. But I think he needs a friend more.

Barton: I've got good news for you.

Joe: Yeah, what? Test results were wrong?

Barton: Unfortunately, no. But I can get you into a top-notch rehab center by the end of this week.

Joe: Look, you can send me to the best specialist on the moon, but I'm never gonna walk again.

Barton: It isn't just about the specialist or the hospital, Joe.

Joe: Oh, please, don't tell me it's about the "patient."

Barton: Well, sometimes a cliché is a cliché because it's true.

Joe: You want a cliché? Look at me. I'm it. All right, and don't tell me to start eating my vegetables so I can be that guy that they tell inspirational stories about. The paraplegic who wouldn't say "quit." I can live without my legs, but I can't live without Avery!

Barton: You can still live a full life.

Joe: Not like I had or could have had. That's gone for good.

Jack: Who am I kidding? I don't even know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I... I don't know what state my wife is in. I don't know if I'll ever see her again. All I know is I'm being held prisoner by a man I know too well and a woman I didn't even know at all.

John: Sounds familiar.

Jack: You came back, dad.

John: Oh, I was never really gone. All you have to do is admit that you need me.

Jack: I do need you, Dad.

John: Well, then, there's hope for you, Jackie. There's hope for you.

Your lunch, Mr. Clark.

Joe: I'm not hungry.

Now, it's important that you eat your vegetables.

Joe: [Laughs]

What's so funny?

Joe: It's nothing. You can leave it.

[Door opens]

Barton: Glad that you came back.

Avery: Well, I don't know how long I'll be here. Joe may kick me out again.

Barton: What matters is that you want to be here. And that you're willing to put up with all the anger and fear that Joe is dealing with.

Avery: I wish I could make a difference for him.

Barton: Avery, the right person can make all the difference.

Billy: What the hell happened to him? I mean, was it the underground collapse? Was it getting married? He just called Jabot a little thing.

Ashley: I know. I heard him.

Billy: [Sighs] Do you think that he thinks this way about our family?

Ashley: Look, I'm just as confused and angry as you are. It's bad enough that he actually hacked into Jabot and Newman.

Billy: This doesn't make any sense. I mean, this sounds like something that, well, that I would do, but Jack?

Ashley: The worst thing of all is that he doesn't think he has to consult with us about any plans on moving forward.

Billy: [Chuckling] What plans? To hear Jack the beach-comber tell it, his new strategy is to sell out to Victor.

Ashley: That's not gonna happen.

Billy: No?

Ashley: No.

Billy: How do you plan to stop him? You heard him. "My company, my call."

Ashley: Yeah? Well, he's forgotten that this is a family business, and a family does what it has to do.

Winston: Do you deny drinking that night, Mr. Winters?

Neil: Drinking? Not exactly.

Winston: Did I hear you correctly? You're denying?

Neil: I was clarifying. Drinking is something that you do in a social situation responsibly, politely. That's not what I was doing that night. I, uh... I was drunk.

Winston: So you were inebriated. And Mrs. Newman?

Neil: Mrs. Newman was stone-cold sober. She was trying to take me to an AA meeting to get help.

Winston: But you didn't want help. Why is that?

Devon: Wait a second. This is all my fault!

Judge: [Bangs gavel] Sit down and be quiet or be escorted out.

Neil: My son is not responsible for my actions, sir.

Winston: Do you take full responsibility, then, for mowing down Christine Williams and killing her unborn child?

Leslie: Objection, your honor!

Judge: On what grounds?

Neil: Your honor, I would like to answer that question, if I may.

Judge: Objection overruled.

Neil: I'm an alcoholic. And I was too drunk that night to know what I was doing. That's not an excuse. And God knows I wish I could change what happened. But I can't. It was the alcohol that made me grab the wheel. And that's it. Not my son. Not Nikki. Not anything. [Sighs] Nothing but my own sickness.

Winston: Your sickness, as you call it, cost a child its life and deprived that child's mother a chance to have more children.

Leslie: Objection. Is the prosecutor testifying?

Winston: I'm quite done. Thank you, counselor. Prosecution rests, your honor.

Neil: Thank you.

Judge: Is the defense prepared to call its first witness?

Leslie: We are. The defense calls Mrs. Neil Winters to the stand.

Hilary: I do solemnly swear to tell the truth... the whole truth... and nothing but the truth.

Joe: What are you doing back here, Avery? I thought I told you to go.

Avery: I know what you said. Eat. You're gonna need your strength if you're gonna get through this.

Dylan: [Sighs]

Billy: I recognize that look.

Ashley: Do you?

Billy: Hmm. Yeah, it's sort of a, uh, cross between a mama tiger protecting her cubs and a great white shark about to enjoy dinner.

Ashley: We have to do whatever we have to, to protect Jabot and Jack until he comes to his senses.

Billy: Great. I'm all for it. What do you have in mind?

Ashley: Billy, we're gonna have to rise up together as a family and remove Jack as C.E.O. Of Jabot.

Jack: Tell me something. You happy?

Phyllis: Well, I do feel a little guilty we didn't go to court and support Neil.

Jack: Neil's got his family there. So, back to my original question.

Phyllis: Of course, I'm happy.

Jack: Good. That's all I care about.

Phyllis: But I am also worried that Victor's gonna make good on this threat and send you to prison.

Jack: It's not gonna happen.

Phyllis: How can you be so sure? He plays by his own set of rules.

Jack: Nobody knows that any better than I do. I have spent a lifetime -- a lifetime -- trying to take the high road, stay out of the muck with Victor, keep my hands clean. This time I didn't even try. I hacked Jabot and Newman's servers to get Victor's secret weapon.

Phyllis: Do you have something on Victor?

Jack: Let's just say Victor is convinced things are going to work out one way. And I know they're going another.

John: Do you remember the great Houdini?

Jack: You're kidding, right? You're picking now to talk about a dead magician?

John: The world's greatest escape artist. He was once locked in a trunk with chains, dropped in the water, and left there until his lungs exploded. And what do you think happened?

Jack: He died from appendicitis because he was dumb enough to think --

John: No, no, no, no. The point is, he never gave up. He never used strength. He used agility, flexibility, and patience. Now, make like Houdini. Take one hand. Ah, ah, ah. I said one hand. Close your eyes. Concentrate.

Jack: Wait a minute. Dad. I did it. I did it! I did -- ah! Thanks, Dad. Thanks a lot. [Groaning]

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

Paul: The only thing that's gonna bring her peace is if Neil is found guilty. Nothing less will do.

Billy: Jack, you should step down.

Jack: Is that what you think?

Billy: Yeah.

Jack: You know what I think? You're fired.

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