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Nick: You sure you don't want me to come with you to Daniel's hearing?

Phyllis: No. We can't even be in the room when he testifies. And I don't want the whole cavalry coming, 'cause it's gonna look like we just expect the grand jury to indict him.

Noah: Hey, Dad, Phyllis.

Nick: Hey, Dude, what's up?

Phyllis: Hey, Noah. Okay, I have to go.

Nick: Okay, keep me posted.

Phyllis: All right. Bye.

Nick: (Sighs) What are you doing here? Why aren't you in school?

Noah: Well, first period's free. Plus, Eden and I are going Christmas shopping tonight.

Nick: Okay, so you came for a withdrawal.

Noah: My favorite bank.

Nick: (Chuckles)

Noah: Hey, I-I want to get Mom something really nice after the year she's had.

Nick: How's she doing?

Noah: (Sighs) Honestly, she's been acting a little weird lately.

Nick: Weird, in what way?

Noah: Just kind of keeping to herself, up in her room with the door closed, almost like she's hiding something, but I have no idea what's going on.

Nick: (Sighs) Yeah, I think I might.

Adam: Morning.

Heather: Good morning. Beautiful flowers.

Adam: Almost as beautiful as the woman they're for.

Heather: Woman?

Adam: I told you I'm seeing someone.

Heather: Well, does she know about you and Rafe?

Adam: She understands what you won't-- that at a very low point in my life, when I was alone and afraid, I mistook feelings of friendship and gratitude for something else. I've grown very close to a remarkable woman. If you can't be happy for me, the least you can do is not perpetuate these lies about my sexual orientation.

Heather: I got it.

[Sharon remembering]

Nick: I went up to the Abbott cabin with Phyllis and Summer. We put up a plaque with Faith's name on it.

Sharon: You did?

Nick: Yeah. It was Phyllis' idea. She wanted to surprise me with it. She knew how upset I'd been over the baby's death.

Sharon: Faith was my baby, too, and you made this decision without me. I mean, you-- it just shows how far apart that you and I have grown, and it was just very presumptuous of you, Nick.

Sharon: (Sighs) "Nick, I've been thinking about our conversation. I may have overreacted. I overreacted when you told me about the plaque. If you want to stop by, maybe we can talk about it. Sharon. P.S..."

(Telephone rings)

Sharon: Hello?

Adam: Hey, gorgeous.

Sharon: Adam.

Adam: Excellent-- she remembers my name. Listen, I'm in the neighborhood.

Sharon: Oh, you are?

Adam: Well, not exactly. I can be. You just say the word. I'm there. Sharon, you there?

Sharon: Um, okay. Uh, come on over. W-we just-- we have to make it short, though.

Adam: Okay, I'll tell my driver to hurry.

Victoria: It's not just a deposition, you know. I mean, it's a grand jury investigation in a murder case.

J.T.: Just tell them what happened with the painting. End of story.

Victoria: Mm-hmm.

J.T.: Daniel's the one who's on the hook for this. You didn't do anything wrong. Why should you be worried?

Victoria: I'm not saying that she's gonna go there, but Heather was a little nasty the last time I spoke to her. But what if she brings up Deacon and me and what happened--

J.T.: All right, let's just go to the courthouse...

Victoria: I'm just saying--

J.T.: And get this over with, okay?

Victoria: I-- (Sighs)

Jana: Well, he's got to be bloody terrified. I know I would be.

Amber: Yeah, I've been, uh, I've been trying to stay strong for Daniel, but if things don't go well today--

Jana: Good karma.

Deacon: Well, in the event that, uh, you know, Daniel does wind up in jail, I'd be glad to keep you warm at night. Oh! Oh! (Tsks) Come on.

Amber: Get away from me, you creep!

Deacon: (Chuckles) So how come you're not down at the courthouse, uh, wet-nursing your friend, huh?

Amber: You know what? Um, I will catch up with you later.

Jana: Hi, there.

Deacon: Hi, there.

Jana: Do you see that sign?

Deacon: Yeah.

Jana: You see what it says? "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."

Deacon: Mm.

Jana: Well, consider yourself refused.

Deacon: (Sighs)

Phyllis: Hey.

Daniel: Mom, you didn't have to come down here.

Phyllis: Of course I would come down here. Are they running on time? Do you know?

Daniel: Some guy stuck his head out when I first got here. He said--Mom, I'm okay.

Phyllis: Okay. Okay.

Daniel: He--he said that the Elkins trial was gonna be next. The grand jury's already in session.

Phyllis: Don't--don't-- don't worry. You're innocent. You're innocent. You're not going to prison for a crime you didn't commit. I'm gonna make sure of that.

Kevin: How you doing, pal? You hanging in?

Daniel: Yeah, trying.

Phyllis: Where’s Ryder?

Kevin: Uh, he must be stuck in traffic.

Phyllis: Mm, on his way out of town, I'm sure.

Kevin: He'll be here.

Phyllis: I'll believe it when I see it. Oh. Wrong brother.

Michael: Oh, Daniel, uh, I was up pretty late last night going over your case. I want to change strategies.

Phyllis: Wait a second. Why?

Daniel: What about all the time we spent preparing?

Michael: Well, it occurs to me that you have a right against self-incrimination, and I think you should use it. I want you to plead the fifth.

Kay: Well, that was a splendid breakfast. Now what is the occasion, or do I already know?

Jack: Spending time with a dear friend isn't occasion enough?

Kay: (Chuckles) All right, Jack. Give me your pitch. In 25 words or less, tell me why you think I should invite you in on my I.P.O.

Jack: No.

Kay: What?

Jack: No, I'm going to let somebody else do my talking for me.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Kay: "My darling John, to say 'Congratulations' seems far too mundane. 'Good luck' implies you're in fate's hands, which is utterly preposterous. If ever a man were born to lead an empire, you're surely that man, and-- and you proved that today. Your friend, Katherine." My God.

Jack: It is the letter you wrote to my father the day he broke ground on a Jabot Cosmetics building, telling him how proud you were of all that he'd accomplished.

Kay: Oh, my God, to think he just kept this. It just--

Jack: He treasured that, Katherine, just as he treasured your love and support till the day he died. I wish to God it was him here instead of me. I wish it was my father asking you to trust the Abbotts with a little more control, a little more ownership, in the company that was his legacy. You know how much it would mean to him, so here's what I'm asking-- if you can't find it in your heart to do it for me, do it for my dad.

Kay: Oh, Jack Abbott, you don't play fair.

Kevin: (Sighs)

Amber: I don't know. I-I still don't get it, Michael. Why wouldn't Daniel just stick to the facts he's already given the police?

Michael: Because the more Daniel speaks on the record, the worse off he'll be. (Sighs) Listen, Daniel, any question put to you even remotely dealing with the victim-- when and where he died, how it happened, anything related to the murder weapon, you should refuse to answer the way I've instructed you to.

Phyllis: Daniel, maybe you should listen to Michael.

Michael: Well, there's no "Maybe" about it. And remember, since I can't go in there with you, if there's any question that you're not sure how to handle, you have the absolute right to come out here and consult with your attorney. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You understanding all this?

Daniel: I want the jurors to know that there was a third man in the alley. You keep telling me to plead the fifth. If I keep doing that, I'm-- there's not gonna be any way for me to tell them that.

Amber: Plus, won't it make it seem like he has something to hide?

Phyllis: All right, Mi-- come on, guys, Michael knows what he's doing.

Daniel: What about the time-- all--all the hours we spent going over my testimony? This seems like it's coming out of nowhere. Why is it so dangerous for me to testify? D-di--I don't know. Did something change?

Michael: I received new information yesterday. I can't tell you from whom, but the D.A.'s office is so sure of an indictment that they've already gone before a judge and gotten an arrest warrant.

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Daniel: (Scoffs)

Michael: Now do you see why it's so important not to give them extra ammunition?

Kevin: Ryder. Dude, I thought you were gonna try and get here early.

Ryder: Didn't think I'd show?

Kevin: (Stammers)

Heather: Mr. Callahan, good morning. You are my first witness in the Elkins case.

Kevin: (Exhales)

Ryder: Good luck.

Daniel: (Sighs)

Amber: You tell the truth. You tell them Daniel didn't do this.

Nick: Your mom was upset that Phyllis had that plaque made.

Noah: See, I-I don't-- I don't get that. When you told me about it, my first thought was, wow, that's really nice of Phyllis.

Nick: Yeah, I mean, she certainly meant well. And I agree with you-- it was a very loving and thoughtful thing for Phyllis to do, but... you know, the more I think about it, us putting that marker up without talking to Sharon first probably made your mom feel like we were cutting her out of the picture.

Noah: (Sighs) I guess.

Nick: I should have given more thought to Sharon's point of view. Frankly, I owe your mother an apology.

Sharon: Oh, my gosh, these flowers are beautiful. Uh, not that you had to do this. I--

Adam: Well, you inspire me.

Sharon: (Sighs) Adam, um, I really like you a lot, and I had a great time the other night, but this is all just moving a little bit too fast for me.

Adam: Why do you say that?

Sharon: Well, Noah almost walked in on us the other morning, and-- and that wouldn't have been cool, to say the least.

Adam: Yeah. Yeah. You're--you're being a responsible parent. I completely respect that. We can be as discreet as you need us to be.

Sharon: Maybe just not see as much of each other for a while.

Adam: One step at a time. Whatever makes you comfortable.

Sharon: Great. Thanks for understanding. Okay, I'm gonna put these in some water.

Adam: Okay.

Adam: (Sighs)

[Adam reads Sharon’s email to Nick and writes more to it. He writes “Come on, over now, Nick. And sends it]

Noah: Mom's home this morning if you want to go see her.

Nick: Yeah, I think I'm gonna give her some space, but I am gonna talk to her. So how much do you need?

Noah: For the, uh, loan we discussed?

Nick: "Loan." (Chuckles) That's funny. This, uh, this enough?

Noah: Perfect. Thanks, Dad.

Nick: No problem, Buddy.

(PDA beeps)

Nick: From Sharon. You want me to come over. Be a good time to talk to you, then.

Sharon: Well, I'll have you over for dinner sometime soon-- you know, this time with Noah.

Adam: Sounds like a plan. Sorry. I'm sorry.

Sharon: (Sighs)

Adam: Um, I just got carried away. I-I just want you so damn much. Forgive me?

Sharon: This time.

Adam: (Chuckles)

Kay: Well, now, I've promised a number of people to get in on the initial stock offering. Now--so even if-- and if-- if I were to invite you in--

Jack: I realize that there are limitations, Katherine. It isn't like I'm regaining control of the company, but a piece of the pie is better than no pie at all.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Jack: And we both know how much my dad loved pie, particularly your lemon meringue.

Kay: It was coconut cream.

Jack: Oh.

Kay: All right, enough. Enough of the--the John card. You wore me down. (Chuckles)

Jack: Wait, d-does that mean--

Kay: Yes, yes, yes, Jack Abbott. (Sighs) You're in.

Jack: Katherine, I promise you, you have just made the right decision.

Victoria: Well, looks like we're in the right place, anyway.

(Cell phone rings)

Victoria: Is that the call you were expecting?

J.T.: Yeah, it sure is. J.T. here.

Tucker: Do it now.

J.T.: Yes, Sir.

Victoria: Is everything okay?

J.T.: Yeah. Listen, I, uh, I gotta take off.

Victoria: What?

J.T.: Uh, you'll be fine, all right? Uh, don't worry about it, okay?

Victoria: No, uh--

J.T.: Good luck.

Victoria: But I--

J.T.: Let me know when it's done.

Victoria: (Sighs)

Michael: Here. Get a grip, will you?

Phyllis: For the D.A. to want a warrant before they've heard his testimony, is that legal?

Amber: Either way, it's totally unfair.

Michael: As long as Daniel protects himself, he shouldn't do his case any harm.

Daniel: So how would telling them that there was a third man in the alley hurt me?

Michael: You're just gonna have to trust me on this.

Deacon: Hey, kids.

Amber: This is a private conversation.

Deacon: Mm. You know, your fetching wife and I were just discussing at the coffeehouse who'd look after her when you're, um, locked up.

Michael: Uh, no. No.

Daniel: Excuse me one second.

Michael: Let it go.

Amber: No, no, no, no.

Michael: Just let it go, all right?

Phyllis: Maybe Daniel has to let it go, but I don't.

Michael: What? What?

Deacon: (Sighs)

Amber: (Laughs)

Daniel: (Laughs)

Amber: I love it.

Daniel: Nice going, Mom.

Kevin: Hey. How'd it go?

Ryder: Uh, I just--I just want to get out of here.

Kevin: Hey, wait up. Wait up.

Deacon: Jeez.

Heather: You're up, Mr. Sharpe.

Deacon: Uh, yeah, you know what? Um, I think I've just been assaulted. Can I, uh, go and change my clothes, please? Uh, can you call someone else? Because I'm drenched.

Heather: Unless you take the stand this minute, you'll be held in contempt.

Deacon: Really?

Heather: You're up next.

Deacon: Excuse me.

Victoria: (Sighs)

Amber: (Sighs) God, I hate that man.

Michael: Phyllis, really?

Phyllis: I thought he looked better damp.

Amber: (Chuckles)

Michael: Right. Let's just all simmer down. Mr. Sharpe and his pal Ryder will be on the stand being questioned soon enough.

Daniel: I don't want there to be a trial, Michael.

Amber: No, no one wants that, baby.

Michael: Hey, kiddo, if it was up to me--

Daniel: (Sighs)

Victoria: Are things really that bad?

Phyllis: Oh, they're worse.

Daniel: I can't go back to jail, Michael. I just can't do it again, all right? I know I'm not gonna make it this time.

Victoria: (Sighs)

Phyllis: Oh, hey.

Amber: Oh, are you okay?

Victoria: Yeah, yeah. I'm good. I'm good.

Phyllis: It looks like Heather put you through the wringer.

Victoria: Yeah, well, it was a little intense. But, um, she was just doing her job.

Phyllis: Yeah.

Victoria: Don't worry, Daniel. It'll--you'll be fine.

Daniel: We'll see.

Michael: What did she ask you?

Victoria: Well, I explained how Daniel and I worked together to put the real Terroni back into the museum, and, um, I told them what a good guy you are.

Amber: He's one of the best.

Daniel: I appreciate that.

Victoria: Sure.

Michael: Uh, what else-- what else did Heather ask you?

Victoria: Michael, listen, do you mind if I call you later and fill you in on it? 'Cause I'm a little-- I'm just, you know, my head's swimming right now, yeah.

Michael: Sure. Sure. Of course. Sorry. Yeah.

Victoria: Yeah? Okay, well, Daniel, good luck with your testimony.

Daniel: Thanks.

Victoria: Gotta go.

Michael: All right. Thank you.

Victoria: Yeah, I'll call you.

Michael: Uh-huh.

Victoria: (Sighs)

Deacon: Hey, Vicki. I was, uh, I was just kind of curious if, uh, you mentioned anything about us. I mean, you were under oath.

Victoria: Excuse me.

Deacon: Everybody's so touchy.

Heather: Daniel, come with me, please. When you were approached by this phony FBI agent, who we now know to be the victim, to forge a famous painting, a painting very widely known as stolen, what did you do?

Daniel: On the advice of my counsel, I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that my answer may intend to incriminate me.

Heather: You agreed to paint the forgery, did you not?

Daniel: On the advice of my counsel, I refuse to answer that question--

Heather: However, before agreeing, you called the FBI to verify that there was an Agent Aucker on staff, correct?

Daniel: On the advice of my counsel, I refuse--

Heather: You refuse to answer. I got it. Do you intend to answer all of my questions by pleading the Fifth Amendment?

Daniel: I don't know. I can't tell you until I hear each one of your questions.

Heather: That's encouraging. So on the basis of one phone call, without checking to see if there was any more to this story or consulting, confiding in anyone else at all, about this rather startling offer that you received from a complete stranger, you decided to participate in a serious criminal activity-- art forgery, correct? But because you had been told that a man by the name of Howard Aucker did indeed work for the FBI, you assumed you were cooperating with the authorities? "One of the good guys" as it appears in your statements you provided for the police.

Daniel: (Sighs)

Heather: Does this seem like something an intelligent person would do, an intelligent person who has no other motive than to be a good, law-abiding citizen?

Daniel: (Sighs) Honestly, um, I kind of lost track of how many questions you just asked me, and--and I can only answer one at a time.

Heather: Or answer none, as the case may be.

Daniel: Right.

Heather: Why were your fingerprints on the murder weapon?

Daniel: Because-- um... (Chuckles) On the advice of my counsel, I--

Heather: Let me rephrase this, Mr. Romalotti. The only fingerprints on the gun belonged to you. How is that possible?

Daniel: I refuse to answer that question.

Heather: You must have handled the gun, right?

Daniel: I refuse to answer that question.

Heather: In fact, the gun was yours, wasn't it? And you brought it with you to the alley that night in case the deal went south. And when it did, you pointed your weapon at Mr. Elkins, and you fired it.

Daniel: No, no, no. No, I didn't.

Heather: Then who did?

Daniel: I refuse to answer that question.

Heather: Are you denying that it belonged to you?

Daniel: I refuse to answer that question.

Heather: Because how else do you answer the question of only one set of fingerprints?

Daniel: Because there was a third man in the alley...

Heather: Really?

Daniel: And he was wearing gloves.

Heather: How do you know? Did you see him?

Daniel: Briefly.

Heather: How briefly?

Daniel: I don't know. It was like a flash. He was there, and then he was gone, and--

Heather: And yet, amazingly, almost superhumanly, you were able to tell that he was wearing gloves.

Daniel: You know what? I didn't kill Elkins.

Heather: So this "Third man," who was he? Does he have a name? Can you identify him to this panel?

Daniel: No.

Heather: Then how do you expect us to believe that he exists?

Daniel: I-I picked up the gun after Elkins was shot.

Heather: Did you drop it?

Daniel: No. Yes, I did.

Heather: Which is it? No or yes?

Daniel: Elkins was shot, he hit the ground. Then whoever shot him dropped the gun, and they ran off, and then I picked up the gun, and then I dropped it.

Heather: After which instead of phoning the real FBI agent you'd been working with, or waiting for the police to arrive, you fled the scene of a crime. You had to be tracked down later at your home because you were "Cooperating with authorities"? Is that what you'd like this jury to believe?

Jack: Oh, Katherine, this is more than an investment to me. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Jack: God knows. The biggest, perhaps, was convincing my father to take Jabot public. I should have known Victor would swoop in and try to do everything he could to steal the company. But my ego blinded me.

Kay: Mm, well...

Jack: There's one moment I keep reliving over and over and over again, for years.

Kay: What's that?

Jack: The moment my father realized that all of his life's work, a company he'd spent his entire life building was no longer ours, the moment I broke his heart.

Kay: Your father's business was never his heart. His family was.

Jack: I know that. It's still my cross to bear.

Kay: If having a small piece of Chancellor Industries will give you peace, I am so glad, so glad.

Jack: It will, Katherine. It will give me peace like you don't know.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Jack: I hope you have the most wonderful day.

Kay: You, too.

Kevin: Dude, would you stop busting my chops? I said I knew you would show up.

Ryder: Didn't seem that way.

Kevin: You promised you would do the right thing and help Daniel. I believe you.

Jana: Look, will one of you please tell me what happened?

Kevin: Nobody knows yet. People are still testifying.

Ryder: Look, I had a rough morning. My stomach's a mess. I think I'm-- I think I'm gonna go home and lay down for a little bit, if that's okay with you.

Kevin: Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.

Ryder: Okay, thanks.

Jana: (Sighs)

Kevin: Poor guy. (Sighs)

Jana: You know, it's Daniel we ought to be worrying about. I just hope Ryder came through the way he said he would.

Kevin: (Sighs) I hope so, too.

Phyllis: Hey, how bad was it?

Daniel: Bad.

Amber: Oh, Sweetie.

Michael: But you did what I told you, right? You stood your ground. You didn't answer any questions.

Phyllis: Oh, no.

Michael: Oh, God. What happened?

Daniel: I, um, I tried pleading the fifth as long as I could, and I-I don't know. I think I kinda freaked out, and Heather just kept coming at me, and she wouldn't stop.

Phyllis: Oh, no.

Daniel: And--and she tried making me look like some kind of monster in front of the jurors. I'm sorry. I tried listening to what you said, and I think I really may have screwed this one up.

Phyllis: (Exhales)

Michael: Okay. Well, calm down. Look, go home. Get some rest. We will figure things out.

Amber: Um, let's-- let's get out of here, okay, baby?

Phyllis: It's gonna be fine. I'm gonna-- I'm gonna make sure it's fine. It's gonna be fine.

Michael: (Sighs)

Phyllis: You have-- you have to do something. Please? Please, you have to save him. Please. Please, Michael.

Michael: It's o-okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Phyllis: Please! Please!

Michael: Phyllis. Phyllis! Listen to me.

Phyllis: Okay.

Michael: We're gonna handle this. We're gonna take it from here.

Phyllis: I'm counting on you.

Michael: Likewise.

(Door opens)

Phyllis: Yeah.

Michael: Hmm?

Heather: Thank you.

Michael: Got a sec?

Heather: No.

Michael: I'm not proud of what I said to you last night.

Heather: Refresh my memory.

Michael: (Chuckles) Oh, threatening to tell your boss that you leaked confidential information about a case...

Heather: (Chuckles)

Michael: To me, the defense attorney on the eve of a grand jury hearing.

Heather: I didn't leak anything. You eavesdropped on a very private conversation.

Michael: I accidentally overheard a sensitive conversation which you chose to have in a very public place.

Heather: Well, I knew you wouldn't go through with it, anyway-- telling Owen.

Michael: Oh, I'm going through with it.

Heather: What?

Michael: I'm just not proud of myself. Yesterday, I would have dropped this as an "F.Y.I.," but after you stepped all over my client's right to express his Fifth Amendment privileges--

Heather: I did no such thing.

Michael: After you lined up that arrest warrant, if that doesn't stink to high heaven, I don't know what does.

Heather: (Chuckles) Daniel answered my questions on his own.

Michael: After you bludgeoned him for 45 minutes. How do you think your boss will respond when I lay out your obvious vendetta against him? He "Just happens" to be a-a part of Victor Newman's extended family. And given your history of bad blood with them and your series of overzealous prosecutions, which I will describe in spectacular detail--

Heather: Be my guest, Michael.

Michael: I think I'm gonna make it my mission in life to make sure that your bitter, biased, incompetent butt is tossed out of that job that you are so unjustifiably proud of. And come to think of it, I think the state bar's disciplinary committee might want to weigh in on this, too.

Heather: You-- you wouldn't do that.

Michael: It's a tough job market out there. I hope you have something besides the law to fall back on.

Heather: Okay, let's see. I assume you want transcripts in exchange for keeping quiet, right? That sounds like blackmail, professional misconduct-- yeah, that's a checkmate.

Michael: Mm... if you were wearing a wire. Since you're not, I want you to tell me what Sharpe and Callahan said in there. I think it's the least you could do, considering how you railroaded Daniel.

Heather: I'll think about it.

Michael: Hmm. You walk away, I will go straight to your superiors.

Heather: I'll take my chances.

Michael: Owen Pomerantz. Yes, this is Michael Baldwin. Yeah, I'll hold. Your boss on speed dial. Convenient, no?

Heather: Hang up.

Michael: Beg your pardon?

Heather: You heard me. I'll tell you what you want to know.

Michael: Start talking.

Phyllis: J--hey, Jack.

Jack: Hey, I'm here to see Nick. I got in on the Chancellor I.P.O., and I wanted to thank him for his nonexistent help.

Phyllis: Great. He's not here.

Jack: Any idea where he might be?

Phyllis: No, I have no idea. Go home, please.

Jack: Wha--bad timing?

Phyllis: You seem to always have bad timing. Sorry. I shouldn't snap at you. Come in.

Jack: Apology accepted. Um, what is wrong?

Phyllis: Um, thanks for sparing Nick the other night. I really appreciate it. We weren't up for dealing with Sharon's latest crisis.

Jack: I don't think Nick is ever gonna be up for this one.

Phyllis: What do you mean?

Jack: Sharon is seeing Adam.

Phyllis: Uh, "Seeing" Adam, as in--

Jack: Meaning, they're involved.

Phyllis: Wow. Wow, Sharon has hit an all-time low.

Adam: Might be the last time we're alone for a while. I want to make every second count.

Sharon: Now who's slowing things down?

Adam: Turn around.

Sharon: (Sighs)

Adam: It's like you said. Noah's at school. We have all day. We can just take our time.

(Music playing on radio)

(Doorbell rings)

Nick: (Sighs)

[Nick goes into the house and looks for Sharon]

Nick: Sharon?

(Music wafting downstairs)

[Nick goes upstairs and opens her bedroom door and Adam and Sharon are in bed together]

Amber: So Ryder's taking a nap?

Jana: (Sighs)

Kevin: We all saw how wiped out he was.

Jana: Well, I wish he would have at least given us a clue about how the testimony went. Coffee to go, officer?

Man: I'm looking for Daniel Romalotti.

Daniel: Yeah, can I help you?

Man: I need you to come with me. You're under arrest for the murder of Ray Elkins.

Amber: (Gasps) No.

Jana: My God, the grand jury indicted him?

Kevin: I'm calling Michael now.

Amber: Oh, my God.

Man: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court.

Victoria: (Sighs) Be there.

J.T.: You have reached the voice mail of J.T. Hellstrom, head of security for Tucker McCall, unlimited. Please leave a message.

Victoria: (Sighs) Hi. It's me. Um... (Sighs) It's been a hell of a morning. I really need to hear your voice. Can you call me when you get this, please? Okay.

Kay: Well, J.T., this is a surprise. I can't remember the last time you paid me a visit.

J.T.: Well, actually, Katherine, I'm here on business.

Kay: Oh.

J.T.: I don't know if you've heard, but I'm working for Tucker McCall now.

Kay: Really? Well, my, that is a very high-powered territory you're in.

J.T.: Yeah, well, Mr. McCall was very interested to hear you're taking Chancellor Industries public.

Kay: Was he now?

J.T.: He'd like to be included in a significant way. Are you interested?

Kay: Keep talking.

Jack: It made me sick to my stomach walking in on the two of them kissing. I-it's like--like he has poor Sharon mesmerized.

Phyllis: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. "Poor Sharon"? You're--you're not doing that again, please?

Jack: I'm starting to think she's the blind one. She can't see that he's using her.

Phyllis: But you didn't-- you didn't come over here to ask Nick to go save Sharon, did you?

Jack: (Sighs)

Phyllis: Plea-- you didn't do that. Nick is no longer Sharon's "Knight in shining armor," no longer, okay? Those days are over. You know why? Because he's my husband. He's my husband, and I really need him right now. Come in.

Michael: Oh, hey. (Sighs)

Phyllis: What? What?

Michael: I just found out, and never mind how, Ryder and Deacon both plead the fifth.

Jack: Wait--wait a minute. What's going on?

Michael: The grand jury hearing today for Daniel.

Jack: Wait, that's today?

Phyllis: Wait, wait. What--what does this mean?

Michael: It ain't good.

(Music playing on radio)

Nick: Sharon?

[Nick goes upstairs and opens her bedroom door and Adam and Sharon are in bed together]

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

Neil: Tucker McCall?

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Neil: What did he say?

Kay: He wants in.

Ashley: Well, what about your conversation with Katherine?

Jack: Something's going on.

Sharon: Why did you just walk into my house?

Nick: You sent me an e-mail.

Sharon: I never sent it.

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