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Michael: I tracked down the judge. The decision's--

Victor: Shh, shh, shh. (Whispering) My wife is upstairs, okay?

Michael: (Whispering) The decision stands.

Victor: What do you mean, "The decision stands"? I'm not gonna have my wife put in a mental asyl-- are you kidding me?

Michael: It's not automatic, Victor. Ashley's been ordered to submit to a psychiatric evaluation. If she can convince the doctors that she's mentally competent--

Victor: (Normal voice) How the hell was Jack Abbott able to railroad this through? How?

Michael: (Normal voice) Ashley's concerned older brother.

Victor: Ashley is my wife. She and the baby are my responsibility.

Michael: How'd she take the news?

Victor: How the hell do you think she took the news?

Michael: You didn't tell her.

Victor: The mere mention of the word "Psychiatrist" is going to send her into a panic. If he wants to put her over the edge, he couldn't have found a better way to do it. That's her brother Jack Abbott. That son of a bitch. I can't stand him.

Ashley: Do you mind if I close the door?

Adam: Fine. You okay? You seem a bit shaky

Ashley: Oh, Adam. Adam.

Adam: Ashley, what--what's wrong? Is it Victor?

Ashley: No. No. Victor's being fine. Everything's fine. It's just, um... (Sighs) I just kind of feel like I'm gonna fall apart.

Adam: Why?

Ashley: Because I-I feel like I should confide in Victor but I cant, because I'm afraid he'll see that I'm--I'm really a wreck inside.

Adam: He'd want to help you out.

Ashley: That's what I'm afraid of. You know, there's so many things that I haven't told him about Sabrina, you know? How I-I--how I talk to her, and I see her, and how maybe--maybe I-- I even hit her when I was out driving in the car. I mean, how could I possibly tell him that? But, Adam, he's my husband. I can't keep hiding things from him. I mean, it's not right.

Adam: Listen, Ashley, I'm almost blind, and I could tell right away that you're having a tough time. You don't think Victor's picking up on it?

Ashley: Exactly. Right. That's why I'm thinking maybe-- maybe I should just tell him everything.

Lily: Dad, go back to work. I'm hanging in there. Yes, really.

Cane: (Chuckles)

Lily: Yeah. I'll call you when I'm-- we're on our way home, when I'm done with chemo, okay? All right, love you, too. Bye. He's so sweet.

Cane: So what do you want to do now? Do you want to have a nap? Do you want some juice? Do you want to finish the magazines that Devon brought you? Hmm?

Lily: How about you surprise me... (Sighs) Because you're so good at that.

Cane: Oh, am I?

Lily: Mm-hmm. Like on my birthday when you brought me all those presents.

Cane: (Chuckles)

Lily: 22, to be exact. I'm still blown away that you did all that.

Cane: (Sighs) If only I gave you the one thing you wanted-- the truth.

Sharon: This is Sharon. Who is this?

Jack: Hey, it's your friendly neighborhood worrywart. Just wondering how you're doing in there.

Sharon: Fine, just like all the other times you called.

Jack: Look, I know you'd prefer that I stay away.

Sharon: Jack, we agreed. No visits.

Jack: How about just a quickie?

Sharon: You've done too much for me already.

Jack: Actually, you'd be doing me a favor.

Sharon: How?

Jack: Well, I'm having the world's crappiest day, and seeing with my own eyes that you really are doing well there might pick things up for me.

Sharon: Jack, I really appreciate you keeping my secret about Nick being the baby's father, but I really need some time to myself here to figure everything out, away from all pressure. Okay?

Jack: Okay.

Phyllis: He did say that, right? A full recovery?

Nick: Yes.

Phyllis: He said a full recovery. Oh, my God.

Nick: Prayers do get answered.

Phyllis: Yeah, they do. They do, and you-- you are a great father, you know that? You've been really patient with her, and you've helped her so much, and I really, really appreciate it, and I really love you.

Nick: If anyone deserves credit here, it's you. You have been this nonstop force-of-nature mother who never gives up hope.

Phyllis: Well, no, you know.

Nick: Yeah.

Phyllis: I've just been a mother. That's what mother's do.

Nick: Mm-hmm.

Phyllis: You have lip gloss.

(Laughs)

Woman: Nicholas Newman?

Nick: Yes.

Woman: Sonia Wells with the "National Inquisitor."

Nick: Get lost.

Sonia: Can you tell us what it's like seeing your former wife and Beauty of Nature spokes model in the loony bin?

Nick: No, hold on a second. Let me tell you something. This isn't some story for you and your hack cronies to titillate readers with. It's someone's life. Do you understand that? Sharon's off limits, just like the rest of my family. And don't think you can go snooping around here for a scoop from some other people, 'cause it's not gonna happen. Now you can call security.

Sonia: (Scoffs)

Phyllis: Well, I don't think I need to call 'em.

Nick: (Sighs) Yeah.

Phyllis: That had to push some buttons, right?

Nick: I try not to let people like that get to me.

Phyllis: No. But it has to be difficult, her throwing the situation with Sharon in your face when you haven't seen her.

Nick: Look... (Sighs) When Summer was in a coma, you had every reason to shut me out, but you didn't do that. You let me earn my way back into this family, and I'll never forget that.

Phyllis: I'm glad we decided to have faith in each other.

Nick: Me, too.

Phyllis: Um, I have to check on Summer in day care, okay? And then I have to go to work.

Nick: Yeah, I have someplace to be, too.

Phyllis: Okay. I'll see you later.

Nick: Deal. Love the dress.

Phyllis: (Chuckles) Love the suit.

Sharon: Oh, it's so wonderful to see you.

Noah: You, too.

Sharon: (Sighs) How was your week?

Noah: (Sighs) Good.

Sharon: Yeah? A lot of time at the pool?

Noah: Some. Uh, E-Eden says hi.

Sharon: Oh, terrific. Tell her I said hi back.

Noah: So, uh, how are you doing?

Sharon: Great.

Noah: Yeah?

Sharon: Yeah, you know, the baby is kickin' up a storm.

Noah: Cool.

Sharon: Yeah, and, you know, this--this place, it has the best, um, library, so I've had a lot of time to read, which never happens.

Noah: I-I was gonna ask if you wanted me to bring books or whatever.

Sharon: Oh, no, Honey, it's--its fine. I mean, it--it's so comfortable here. It's like a cocoon almost. I mean, it--it's just what I needed.

Victor: Jack Abbott claims his sister is too isolated here. How would putting her in a ward for the mentally deranged people remedy that? You tell me that. I want her here at this ranch where she belongs, amongst people who love her, people she trusts. You got that? And do you know what that son of a bitch is doing?

Michael: Listen--

Victor: He's trying to yank her away from here to spite me.

Michael: All right, Victor. Victor, I can ask the judge to have the evaluation done here at the ranch, which I'm sure he'll allow given Ashley's pregnancy. But unless you can get Jack to back off of that court order, there's nothing much more I can do.

Michael: Look, Victor, maybe now is a good time to let your wife know what's coming.

Victor: Michael, how the hell do I tell this poor woman who is in such a fragile state right now that her own brother wants her committed to a mental ward? How do I do that without breaking her heart or worse?

Ashley: I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread, though, Adam. And that if I crack, he's gonna see how bad it is.

Adam: Well, you haven't asked my advice.

Ashley: Well, what is it? I want to know. Tell me.

Adam: First of all, don't mention Sabrina under any circumstances. That will just fan the flames. But I think your instincts are right to just keep your distance from him for a little while at least until you feel a little more steady.

Ashley: I don't think I can do that. I already let him kind of back in.

(Knock on door)

Victor: Adam, would you excuse us? I need to discuss something with Ashley.

Adam: Sure.

Ashley: What is it? What happened? I can see something's wrong.

Victor: (Sighs heavily)

Ashley: What is it?

Victor: I'm afraid that your brother has taken his vendetta against me to new heights.

Ashley: What? What happened?

Victor: You know he wants you out of this house, don't you?

Ashley: I'm not going anywhere, and I've told him that, and that's final!

Victor: Unfortunately, it's not up to us. He somehow managed to convince a judge that you're not capable of making your own decisions.

Ashley: Not capable?

Victor: He got a court order. That means that you have to submit to a doctor's exam and perhaps be compelled to seek treatment elsewhere.

Ashley: He wants to have me committed?

Victor: Sweetheart, no one is claiming that you're insane. And the psychiatric evaluation will prove that to be the case.

Ashley: I just don't understand how everything got-- how it all went so far.

Victor: Because your brother Jack went to court to get an order to have you examined.

Ashley: No, I know that. I know that, but if the court agrees, then they could put me away. I can't handle that.

Victor: Sweetheart, that's not gonna happen. I swear to you, it won't happen.

Ashley: It's out of your hands. You said it was out of your hands.

Victor: Michael Baldwin is working on this right now to--to undo this, okay?

Ashley: Hold on a second. You have Michael working on this, but you're just getting around to telling me about it now?

Victor: Sweetheart, hold your horses. I've only known about this for two hours. I wasn't gonna come to you and explain all this to you without knowing all the facts.

Ashley: Okay. This is a nightmare.

Victor: Ashley, let's calm down right now. You were examined once before. They told you that you were fine.

Ashley: Mm-hmm.

Victor: They'll tell you the same thing again now. When the shrink comes, you just tell them all that has happened around here-- all the trickery, all the hidden cameras, all the microphones. I mean, that would drive anyone crazy, okay? So just be yourself. Explain what has happened, and she'll understand, all right? I don't want you to worry about this.

Ashley: Okay.

Ashley: (Gasps)

Ashley: Jack, you get your butt over here, and you explain to me what the hell it is you think you're doing.

Nick: Hey, Jack. Thanks for meeting with me.

Jack: Listen, uh, something's just come up. We're gonna have to keep this short.

Nick: Reporters are all over me about Sharon and her 30-day observation period in the psych ward. Now I haven't been to see her. I have no idea how she's doing. Even if it were my place to speak on her behalf, which it clearly--

Jack: I'm sure there's a question in here somewhere.

Nick: You want to handle this? I mean, do you want me to send the press your way?

Jack: Sure. Send 'em to me. Uh, I gotta run, though.

Nick: Well, yeah, uh, last time you saw Sharon, how was she?

Jack: She insists she's fine. I'm taking her at her word, but it goes without saying, she doesn't want you worrying about her.

Nick: All right. Well, when you see her, can you give her my best?

Jack: Sure. I'll be happy to do that.

(Knock on door)

Phyllis: Hey, Sharon. I wasn't sure you'd want to see me. You want me to leave?

Sharon: So what brings you by, Phyllis? No, wait. Let me guess. You thought maybe you'd find Nick here. Or you came to gloat.

Lily: What are you thinking about?

Cane: I'm thinking about making you happy.

(Chuckles)

Lily: Aw.

Cane: Well, there isn't enough time for another movie, so...

Lily: How about you tell me a story? You always have such good ones.

Cane: Okay.

Cane: (Sighs) Okay.

Lily: (Chuckles)

Cane: Once upon a time, in a far, far away land, there was this man on the other side of the world.

Lily: Was he you, by any chance?

Cane: (Chuckles) Let's call this guy, um, "Lane."

Lily: "Lane."

Cane: Lane.

Lily: Rhymes with...

Cane: Yeah, it does. Anyway, so this Lane was living this mundane life, working this mundane job in this mundane place-- scrubland. Bush. It was cattle country. Millions, millions of herds of cattle, because cattle in Australia is big business. And stealing it, well, that's big business, too.

Lily: You mean like rustlers?

Cane: Only in Australia, we call them "Duffers," and they're really organized, and they're ruthless. It's--it's like a cattle mafia. So lane's best friend is this mate, and he was a rancher. And the duffers ruined him.

Lily: What do you mean?

Cane: Bit by bit, they would take his herd until there was nothing left, and he went bankrupt.

Lily: That's so mean.

Cane: So our hero, the standup guy that he is, although he wasn't too bright, decided that he wanted to catch these cattle rustlers and I.D. them to the authorities. And you could only imagine that cattle rustlers of this caliber weren't happy about having their muscle thrown in the slammer.

Lily: (Sighs) Yeah, I'll bet. What happened then?

Cane: Well, Lane found himself in a world of hurt because he became a marked man, and he had to get the hell out of there. And that's why he can't go back to his own country, not that he is complaining, because he just loves where he is right now.

Lily: It was you.

Cane: Yeah, it was me.

Nick: There are things going on so your visit with your mom. How'd that go? Are you all right?

Noah: Is Mom all right? That's the real question. Don't you want to know?

Phyllis: No, I don't think I have any reason to be insecure where Nick's concerned.

Sharon: Well, you wouldn't think.

Phyllis: Yeah. Also, I didn't come to lord this over you, Sharon. Contrary to popular belief, I don't like seeing you in a place like this.

Sharon: Something brought you away from your busy life.

Phyllis: Um, yeah, actually. Um, I came to warn you.

Sharon: Oh, about what?

Phyllis: The reporters. They're hounding Nick day and night. One of them just, uh, accosted us at Newman, you know, asking us questions about Nick's crazy ex-wife. But you know, we didn't-- we didn't buy into it. We didn't say anything. We protected you, so I just wanted to warn you, you know, they might be disguising themselves as orderlies or something, trying to ambush you.

Sharon: Uh, nope. Uh, the baby and I are fine. Everyone treats us great here.

Phyllis: It's gotta be tough being in a place like this.

Sharon: We'll survive.

Phyllis: I'm sure you will.

Sharon: You almost sound impressed.

Phyllis: Yes, I am. I think I misjudged you.

Jack: Where's Ash?

Michael: Jack, do you really want to put her through this?

Jack: Do I want to? No. Do I feel I have another choice? No.

Michael: All right, fine. The evaluation will be here. I don't think Ashley should be moved given her condition, especially under duress. Agreed?

Jack: Fine.

Michael: I'll make the arrangements.

Jack: Thank you for being so considerate of my sister.

Adam: (Scoffs) What a hypocrite. The only thing you care about is sticking it to Victor.

Michael: Not now, Adam.

Jack: Make no mistake, junior. This is about Ashley, end of story, and neither you nor anybody else is going to get in the way of her well-being.

Victor: What the hell are you doing here?

Michael: Victor--

Jack: No, it's all right. Let him have his say.

Ashley: Jack? Please come upstairs right now.

Jack: I'm on my way, Ash.

Adam: He won't win this.

Victor: I guarantee you, he won’t.

Ashley: How could you do this to me?

Jack: Going to the judge was a last resort. You're not yourself these days, Ashley. You know that. You won't come home with me so I can help you.

Ashley: This is my home! I am a grown woman.

Jack: You're also my sister, and I love you, and I am not giving up on you without a fight.

Ashley: Do you know how-- Jackie, this is so embarrassing. I mean, if the rest of the family knew that you're trying to have my forcibly committed--

Jack: Billy and Traci both agree with me this is the only way to make you better again.

Ashley: You hate my husband so much that you would actually go behind my back...

Jack: No, no, no.

Ashley: And poison their minds, Jack? Really?

Jack: How far gone do you have to be not to know that our father died three years ago?

Ashley: (Sobs)

Jack: You, who remember birthdays and anniversaries. Do you have any idea how devastating it was for me to realize you didn't have a clue? That's when I knew I had to do something. That's when I knew if I backed away, if I just let you deteriorate, and trust me, that's exactly what is happening, I couldn't live with myself. Every time I see you, you're-- you're a little more gaunt, a little more pale.

Ashley: (Sniffs)

Jack: You haven't slept. You look much too thin for me. It's like you're living on tea and nightmares.

Ashley: Stop it. Just stop it. Stop it, Jack.

Jack: Ashley, pregnancy is supposed to be a joyous time. When was the last time you felt anything close to joy? I look at you shuttered up in this house of horrors, and it breaks my heart. My chest literally aches, and I keep asking myself over and over again, "What happened to the bright, vibrant, vital woman who was with us just last winter?" Okay, maybe Victor didn't suck the life out of you. Something did. And it's killing me. Say something!

Ashley: (Sighs) No, Jack. You put a stop to this court order, or you will lose a sister, and that's your choice.

Jack: You and me here I'll lose you if I don't do something to get you help.

Ashley: Don't do this, Jack. I'm warning you.

Jack: Ash, I look in your eyes...

Ashley: (Sobs)

Jack: I don't see happy. I see terror. If you were fine, you'd laugh in my face right now. You'd tell me to go to hell. Talking to a shrink, it wouldn't phase you. That's what living in this ranch has done to you, with Victor and his merry band of sadists. Michael is going to arrange for a doctor to see you. If she agrees that you're fine, no one is gonna be more overjoyed than I am. No one. Do you honestly think for one moment that I want you to be in an institution?

Ashley: Yes, I do, because then I'll be someplace where Victor can't get to me, and that will make you happy.

Michael: No, no. You know what? Just tell Dr. Jameson whatever setup he requires we will happily provide it. Yes. Fine, good. No. Thank you. Yes, bye. That--oh, what an idiot.

Lauren: Michael.

Michael: There--there are way too many emergencies.

Lauren: Oh, really? And how many of them are paying clients?

Michael: One. Victor Newman. Does that count?

Lauren: Let me think.

Michael: I wouldn't know a boundary if it broke in and-- and--and ate a piano.

Lauren: And sadly, we don't have a piano.

Michael: Well, you know, that's just because they're really sneaky piano eaters. I'm sorry. I spent the whole day running around trying to help Kevin’s new best friend Ryder, and now I'm trying to save Ashley.

Lauren: (Sighs)

Michael: And, um...

(Sighs)

Lauren: Thank you.

Michael: I'm sorry. I know I promised to do better.

Lauren: You know something? Underneath that hard, flinty exterior--

Michael: Don’t.

Lauren: I'm gonna say it.

Michael: Don’t.

Lauren: You're just a marshmallow.

Michael: (Sighs)

Lauren: And I love you madly for it.

Michael: (Chuckles)

Lauren: (Chuckles)

Lily: So then you're a hero.

Cane: (Chuckles) Well, you can tell that to the thugs who put the price on my head.

Lily: Well, did they finally stop looking for you?

Cane: No. Never will.

Lily: So then you're still in danger. Why are you telling me this now?

Cane: Because I was afraid of destroying your faith in me. And now I've seen how brave and how strong you are, and I want to be just like you.

Cane: Let me get you something to drink.

Lily: Yeah, sure.

Lily: Hi. (Chuckles) It's my first time here. You?

Woman: Um, fourth. Hope it goes by quick. I have plans later.

Lily: I'm Lily.

Woman: Oh, Celia. Pleased to meet you.

Lily: Hey. You look really good.

Celia: Don't believe all the horror stories. Everyone's different.

Lily: Oh, well, maybe I'll get lucky and it won't be so bad.

(Chuckles)

Celia: (Chuckles)

Cane: So, unfortunately, they were fresh out of vodka, so, uh, here.

Lily: Oh, lemonade is fine. Thank you.

Cane: There you go. Um, can I get you a drink? Do you want anything?

Celia: (Chuckles) Your husband's awesome.

Lily: No argument there.

Noah: I mean, it's all posh and quiet. Everything's beige. You have to sign in to see the patient, except the patient's Mom, and she isn't sick. I mean, she forgot to take off a stupid ring.

(Sighs)

Nick: So what's she been up to?

Noah: Oh, reading, relaxing. She made it sound like a frickin' vacation. I can tell she doesn't like it. But I didn't want to make things worse by asking about it, so we just sat there and talked about stuff that didn't matter. But when I had to get up to leave, she had to stay. How's that any different from jail?

Nick: Your mother's in a top facility. She isn't confined. Is it really that bad?

Noah: I guess you wouldn't know since you haven't gone to see her.

Phyllis: I'm glad Noah came to visit.

Sharon: He was trying really hard to be strong for me.

Phyllis: Well, I'll make sure he knows that he can come over to our place any time if he needs anything.

Sharon: I would really appreciate that. Thank you.

Phyllis: No, you were so kind to me when you sang to Summer when I wasn't allowed to be at her bedside. It's agony being away from your child. Sheer agony.

Sharon: Well, you're being very understanding considering the crime I was accused of. Careful. Don't get too close. I might rip that ring right off your finger.

Phyllis: You and an army. What are you gonna do when you get out of here? Have you made any decisions?

Sharon: About what?

Phyllis: Well, your new life when you get out of here.

Sharon: Um, nope. I haven't thought that far ahead.

Phyllis: Well, Jack is just crazy about you. I know he says he's over you, but that's just his pride talking. He's such a great guy. You guys should give each other a second chance.

Sharon: Thanks for that input.

Phyllis: I'll get out of your hair.

Sharon: Okay, well, I never thought I'd be saying this, but thanks for stopping by, Phyllis.

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Victor: What pathetic excuse for a man would torment his own sister to get back at his enemy?

Jack: This is your fault, not mine. Your colossal ego can't seem to handle the truth.

Victor: Listen to me. I have no delusions about the situation that your sister is in. None. But she was on the way to recovery when you pulled this crap.

Jack: Recover-- wake up, man. That woman is in pieces up there.

Victor: The only reason you're still with your teeth intact is because I'm very considerate of your sister. You got that?

Jack: There is nothing you can threaten me with that is any worse than seeing that woman in that shape that you put her in. If I had any questions about getting a court order, believe me. They're gone now.

Victor: Will you be a man for once and drop it? Let your sister live in peace?

Jack: Gladly, if you'll let me take her with me and get the psychiatric evaluation we both know she desperately needs. You do that. You be a man...

Victor: Now you and I know...

Jack: And I will call the judge right now.

Victor: It is not gonna happen that way. It ain't gonna happen that way.

Ashley: I'm gonna fail this test.

Adam: Don't say that.

Ashley: I'll have to lie about Sabrina and the car, the cloth you found with the blood on it.

Adam: Why would that even have to come up?

Ashley: Adam... Adam, they're professionals. They're psychiatrists, you know. They--they just--they--they-- they keep coming at you from every angle until they get the answers that they want. (Sighs) And that's when they-- that's when they take you away and they leave you there. Then you're all alone, and even when you try to sleep, you--you can't get away from it, because the lights are on all night long. And then that's when-- that's when the crying starts, and you hear people crying and screaming and moaning all night long, Adam. It's horrible.

Adam: Hey.

Ashley: It's horrible.

Adam: Hey. Are you listening to me?

Ashley: (Sobs)

Adam: You are not going anywhere. I promise you that.

Ashley: How can you say that?

Adam: Because I need you. I rely on you. You are my only friend. The thought of you in that hellhole-- I can't let that happen. I will not let that happen.

Ashley: Oh, please.

Adam: You mean too much to me, Ashley.

Ashley: (Sobs)

Lauren: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Hmm. What'll you give me for it?

Lauren: Oh, my goodness. That woman looks just like Angelina Jolie.

Michael: Not in this city. You tricked me.

Lauren: (Laughs) Oh, like candy for a baby.

Michael: Oh, yeah?

Lauren: Mm-hmm.

Michael: I'll give you candy.

Lauren: Oh, really?

Michael: Mm-hmm. Eden is babysitting Fenmore until, what, 9:30? And, uh, my phone has not rung in ten minutes.

Lauren: So then why are we here when all the beds are upstairs?

Michael: Waiter! Hi, uh, would you mind, uh, having the hotel manager bring us a room key on the double?

Lauren: Very nice.

Michael: Mm.

(Cell phone rings)

Victor: Ashley has told you she doesn't want to go with you. Now she's not a child. You stop treating her like one.

Jack: Jack Abbott. Thank you. And please thank his honor for me. That was the judge's clerk. A court-appointed psychiatrist should be here shortly. And finally, Ashley's role in this horror story will be over.

Victor: You know this is outrageous. But unlike you, I have faith in your sister. The shrink will come here and do her or his evaluation, and then Ashley will send her or him home, and then she'll send you home, and she'll be through with you, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

Adam: I will not-- repeat, will not let them take you away. Can you trust me on that?

Ashley: (Sniffs) I want to.

Adam: You can beat this, Ash. You're gonna have to listen to me. You're gonna have to do exactly as I say. It's your only hope. I'm your only hope.

Cane: Is the nausea starting? Were you just sick?

Lily: Uh, you know what happens when you drink and drink and drink for, like, three hours straight?

Cane: (Laughs)

Lily: (Laughs)

Cane: So you were just-- I'm so glad.

Lily: (Chuckles) You know, I actually feel fine. I think the steroids are helping.

Cane: Good. Come here. Sit down. I want you to relax. Come here, baby.

Lily: Um, actually, I'm starved, and people brought over all this food, so are you hungry, too? 'Cause we could do, like, a little smorgasbord. We could try, like, a little bit of everything.

Cane: All right, listen. I don't want you on your feet cooking.

Lily: Uh, microwaving.

Cane: Microwaving, cooking, it doesn't matter. That is my gig, and I am gonna take care of you.

Lily: Cane, I feel fine. Okay? I feel great, actually. And I don't know how I'm gonna feel tomorrow. So for today, can you just let me do this, please?

Cane: Okay.

Lily: Thank you. So you sit here and keep me company while I heat things up, okay?

Cane: All right.

Nick: Look, you remember what it was like, all that back and forth. That's what your mother and I are trying to avoid.

Noah: What, if you lay eyes on her, you're gonna be all helpless, under her spell? Maybe you're the one who's whacked.

Nick: (Chuckles) It's more about respect, son.

Noah: Look, I get that you're with Phyllis, and that's great. I'm happy for you guys. But does that mean you have to avoid Mom?

Nick: I know you're worried about her, but she has support. She's gonna have Jack's baby soon. He's gonna be there for her the way he always has been. This is the way things should be.

Noah: (Sighs)

Sharon: Oh! You scared me. Uh, did you forget something?

Phyllis: No, but this is the funniest thing. It just happened as I was signing out. I happened to see your visitor's sheet, and Jack's name hasn't been on it once. Isn't that funny? Now why is it that the father of your child hasn't come to check on the baby or check on you once since you've been here?

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Woman: More than a memory? Sabrina was alive?

Ashley: Are you asking if I believe in ghosts?

Adam: I'll be damned if I'm going to let Ashley be poisoned against Victor the way you did with me.

Paul: Aah!

Mary Jane: Oh, my God! Oh, my God, what have I done?

Paul: (Groans)

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