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Lily: Hi.

Cane: Baby, you're cold.

Lily: Well, yeah. It's chilly out there.

Cane: Well, come on. Sit down. I got some coffees for you. And for you, I have some decaf. (Sighs)

Mac: And an éclair.

Cane: Uh-huh.

Mac: You're too cute.

Cane: Thank you.

Lily: Well, we have good news.

Cane: Huh?

Mac: Not that good news-- we don't get the pregnancy test results until later.

Cane: Mm.

Lily: Yeah.

Cane: That's what I thought.

Lily: Well, I had a blood test done since we were at the lab, and my counts are really good.

Cane: Yes! I am so happy.

Lily: (Chuckles)

Cane: I'm not surprised. You've had so much energy lately.

Lily: Well, I've just been really excited, which doesn't mean I'm gonna fall apart if it turns out that you're not pregnant, okay? So don't worry.

Mac: I can't help it. I know how important it is for you to have a baby that's yours and Cane's, and I also know that this is the only chance you're gonna get.

Cane: And you gave us an opportunity. And we'll always be grateful for that, won't we?

Lily: Yes. And if it turns out that it's not meant to be, then I'll make peace with that. I promise.

Mac: Well, hopefully, that's a promise you won't have to keep.

Lily: Hear, hear.

Cane: Hear, hear.

(Mugs clink)

Lily: (Chuckles)

Mac: (Chuckles)

Kay: Now you know we need to have those projections available just in case this Tucker McCall, uh, would like to go over them.

Neil: Katherine, I've got 'em.

Kay: I should have known. (Chuckles) You're really excited about this meeting.

Neil: Oh, yeah. You bet I am. Tucker McCall is the "Evel Knievel" of the business world, accomplishing unimaginable feats. He--making them look easy. Case in point-- Collins/Macarthur. They were on life support until McCall singlehandedly stepped in and brought 'em back from the dead. So to me, business is like an art, and that was a masterpiece.

Kay: Mm. He's an iconoclast not bound to the old ways of thinking. I, uh, I really appreciate that.

Neil: But you're still not ready to make him part of the Chancellor Industries family.

Kay: Well, be aware, we are selling him a very small slice of the company, but...

Neil: Katherine, hear what he has to say. If you don't like it, shake his hand, send him packing. But whatever we do, we should be leaving right about now.

Kay: Oh, where is Jill?

Neil: I thought she was at the office.

Kay: Uh, well, uh, she was due hours ago.

Jill: Good morning, Katherine, Neil.

Kay: Where the hell have you been?

Neil: Good morning.

Jill: New York.

Kay: Uh, but you were supposed to be here hours ago.

Neil: Okay, I think I'm gonna leave.

Jill: (Laughs)

Kay: And we are just gonna be right behind you.

Neil: Yep.

Jill: Good-bye, Neil.

Neil: Bye, Jill.

Jill: Excuse me.

Kay: Uh-huh. So did you have any problems in New York?

Jill: Problems? No, no. A few surprises. But then, I always say, a girl can use a good stiff challenge to keep things interesting, you know?

Kay: Were you satisfied with the end results, Jill?

Jill: Oh, very.

Kay: I just wish you wouldn't cut things so close, time wise.

Jill: I took a later flight. I didn't get much sleep last night.

J.T.: So you never have to leave if you don't want to. It's all right here.

Tucker: Great view.

J.T.: That's the Chancellor building across the street.

Tucker: Perfect. I've been waiting for this a long time.

Heather: All right, that sounds good. I'll talk to you later. (Whispers) Thanks. (Normal voice) Bye-bye.

Victoria: Heather?

Heather: Yes?

Victoria: When does Billy Abbott go before the judge?

Heather: He should go in around 4:00.

Victoria: I want to be there.

Heather: Okay, that's fine. I'll have my office tell you which courtroom.

Victoria: Listen, I appreciate you moving so quickly on this.

Heather: Just following orders.

Victoria: Well, I can't imagine that you were very happy that Billy compromised the integrity of the grand jury by making private testimony public.

Heather: (Clears throat) Is there anything else that you needed?

Victoria: What happens when we find out who gave Billy the information?

Heather: If we find out, uh, then we could charge him or her with obstruction of justice. But don't bet on anything, because as I said yesterday, Billy will most likely hide behind the first amendment.

Victoria: He can't get away with that, can he?

Heather: (Clicks tongue) Depends on the judge.

Victoria: (Scoffs) This has nothing to do with freedom of the press. This is a personal grudge, and he's using his magazine as a weapon, obviously. Does this situation impact Daniel's case at all?

Heather: Uh, no. We already had enough votes to indict even if we end up disqualifying a juror.

Victoria: Well, then that's who you think the source is--a juror.

Heather: Well, it almost has to be. I mean, it wasn't you or me, and it certainly wasn't the judge or the court recorder.

Victoria: I guess Billy Abbott pays a lot better than jury duty.

Billy: (Clears throat)

Rafe: That didn't take long. Not even two months running a magazine, and you're already getting dragged into court.

Billy: No, because you're gonna file a motion or whatever the hell it is that you do, and you're gonna get me out of this.

Rafe: (Sighs) I wish I could, Billy. If your source was a juror, not that I'm asking, that person was committing a crime.

Billy: That person, not me.

Rafe: You're a witness.

Billy: I'm a reporter.

Rafe: All right, we'll make the first amendment argument, but y-you--

Billy: Hey, come on.

Rafe: You can't refuse a subpoena, Billy. It's gone all the way up to the Supreme Court.

Billy: Fine, I will show up. Then what?

Rafe: You answer the questions truthfully and respectfully.

Billy: But I'm not gonna reveal my source, so...

Rafe: You do that, you run the risk of being held in contempt.

Billy: Well, why should today be any different than any other day?

Rafe: Billy, this is serious.

Billy: It always is when the Newmans are throwing their weight around. I'm ready for 'em.

Michael: Phyllis?

Phyllis: Yes?

Michael: (Clears throat)

Phyllis: What did the warden say?

Michael: That it was an accident.

Phyllis: Mm.

Michael: That Daniel was working out in the weight room, and the weight fell on him.

Phyllis: It "Fell on him"? Accidentally? On purpose?

Michael: My guess is someone pulled the pin out of the machine.

Phyllis: Yeah. Who? You know, it doesn't matter. We're getting him out of here.

Michael: Phyllis. Look--

Phyllis: No, get me a bail hearing today, and we'll get him--

Michael: No, even if I could get you a bail hearing--

Phyllis: There's no "If." There's no "If," Michael!

Michael: Daniel has run out on charges before. It's come back to haunt him. As far as the D.A. is concerned, he's a flight risk, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Oh, don't even talk to me about those people.

Michael: Phyllis--

Phyllis: If that twit Heather had used those--those surveillance pictures, none of this would have happened. He would have been released, and none of this would have happened.

Daniel: (Moans)

Amber: No, no, no, no. Don't move. Don't move. Let me help you with this. (Sighs)

Daniel: It's kind of hard to get comfortable.

Amber: Cracked ribs will do that to you.

Daniel: (Sighs)

Amber: Is that better?

Daniel: Yeah, thanks.

Amber: I can't believe they want to send you back to jail like this.

Daniel: Well, if it wasn't for the internal bleeding, I'd already be back in there.

Amber: In your liver, right? And--and they're sure that it's not serious?

Daniel: It just means that they have to do a follow-up cat scan...

(Door opens)

Daniel: And it means that I get to spend more time with you.

Amber: But as soon as the doctor gives his okay, they're gonna lock you back up again.

Phyllis: Not if I have anything to do with it.

Cane: Thanks.

Lily: (Sighs) I just wish that we could have taken a home pregnancy test. Then we'd have the results by now.

Mac: But we wouldn't, because it could be a false positive because of all the hormones I've been taking.

Lily: I know. I know.

Cane: Well, hopefully, the news will be worth the wait.

Lily: It just feels like Christmas, you know? When you can't open your presents when your mom and dad wake up, so you just want to go and...

Together: Jump on their bed.

Lily: (Chuckles) Hey, don't even have those thoughts.

Mac: I just--I don't want you to be disappointed.

Lily: I won't be.

Mac: I wish I were that sure.

Lily: Listen, you didn't have the dream that I had, okay? Colleen told me that I would hold my baby. And if for some reason, the results aren't what I'm hoping, then that's fine. You know, I'll just-- I will find some other way to be a mom, you know? But as long as we have this hope, can we just enjoy it? Please?

Cane: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mac: Absolutely.

Cane: All right. Now I want to see these amazing blood test results.

Lily: Ooh, they're in the car. Want me to get them?

Cane: I will walk you out.

Lily: Okay.

Cane: Okay. And, you, I'll be right back.

Mac: Okay.

Cane: Do you, uh, want another éclair?

Mac: (Chuckles) No.

Cane: No?

Mac: No, thank you.

Lily: Well, get used to it. You're gonna be spoiled rotten. (Chuckles)

Cane: (Chuckles)

Billy: Hi.

Mac: Billy.

Billy: (Chuckles) I'm not even supposed to be talking to you right now.

Mac: (Sighs) I heard about the article you wrote on Victoria, the new one.

Billy: Right.

Mac: I just-- I don't understand how you can do that-- how you can humiliate her publically for things that you've done yourself. How would you feel if someone printed all of your indiscretions in the paper?

Billy: Like "Page six"? Y-you know, "Page six." It's a gossip--never mind. Look, Victoria didn't have a problem when her daddy humiliated Colleen. You remember the video? So if the Newmans, they can dish it out, well, they can take it.

Mac: So you're-- you're modeling yourself after Victor now?

Billy: No, I'm selling a magazine. It's got a do-gooder on the cover, and it's got lots of chicken soup for the fashionista soul, but it's gotta have a little bit more spice, you know? Something to reel 'em in.

Mac: Can we not talk about this again?

Billy: Fine. What's new with you?

Mac: I just took a test to find out if I'm pregnant.

Billy: And, uh...

Mac: And I find out this afternoon.

Billy: (Clears throat)

Tucker: Neil Winters. Where does he stand on my offer?

J.T.: Well, he's not gonna pull a Sonny Corleone and get out in front of the boss, but, uh, I get the impression he's in favor.

Tucker: You know him well?

J.T.: Yeah.

Tucker: He's a good man?

J.T.: Excellent negotiator, rock solid. He, uh, he was, uh, mostly responsible for that Gephardt international deal.

Tucker: I hadn't heard that.

J.T.: Yeah, you wouldn't have. He flies under the radar.

Tucker: Underappreciated at Newman.

J.T.: Yeah.

Tucker: Seems your father-in-law made quite a habit of that.

J.T.: Well, then there's Jill Abbott.

Tucker: Yes, there is.

J.T.: I asked around, tried to get a sense of where she might be on this, but, uh, when it comes to you, she was pretty tight-lipped. It's hard to predict where she'll come down on this.

Tucker: Yes, she is a bit of a wild card.

Jill: Well, I'm gonna go freshen up.

Kay: U-uh, Jill, we're going to be late for the meeting.

Jill: Oh, please. I won't be missed. Tucker McCall wants to meet you, not me.

Kay: You know what? It is strange, though, isn't it, that we've never met? We travelled in the same circles. We have a lot of friends in common. I hear, though, he's just as charming as he is shrewd.

Jill: (Chuckles) A lot of people say the same thing about you, you know. So if he's expecting anything different, he will be disappointed.

Kay: Uh, don't dawdle.

Jill: No, I won't. I wouldn't miss this meeting for the world. It should be fascinating.

Heather: What was so urgent?

Michael: I need my client put in protective custody.

Heather: Why?

Michael: I examined the weight machine he was using myself. There's no way that pin could have slipped out accidentally.

Heather: Okay, well, you gotta give me something more than that, like who would have done it or why.

Michael: I don't have all the answers right now. Would we like to wait till I have all the answers? Until it's too late? Look, do you want that on your conscience-- something worse happening to this kid?

Heather: Okay. O-okay. Easy. I-I just--I can't do anything without some kind of proof.

Phyllis: Nick is on his way. He cut his trip short just so he could come back.

Daniel: He didn't have to do that. I'm fine.

Phyllis: Well, he wanted to do that. Come on. Give me a break.

Michael: Thank you.

Phyllis: Oh, good. What's the plan?

Heather: Uh, the plan?

Phyllis: The plan, yes. What? You're looking at me blankly. It's your legal responsibility to keep my son safe. Obviously, you can't do that in jail. So what's next? A halfway house?

Heather: (Clears throat)

Phyllis: House arrest and he wears a little ankle monitor like your boyfriend did?

Heather: Daniel, my understanding is that you were not threatened, and, um, you didn't see anyone tamper with this weight machine, correct?

Daniel: Yeah.

Heather: Okay. So as far as you know, this was an accident.

Phyllis: Oh. Oh. I will sue you--

Michael: Phyllis.

Phyllis: You, the warden, your boss, the state.

Michael: Phyllis.

Heather: (Clears throat)

Phyllis: You have to protect him. It is your job to protect him.

Michael: Phyllis, this is not helping.

Phyllis: Well, she won't even look at the evidence for God--

Daniel: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Shh. You've made your point, okay?

Amber: You know what? Let's just give them a chance to work something out, okay? Come on, let's--

Phyllis: Okay, yeah, work something out. Please make her understand. This is on your head.

Amber: Mm-hmm.

Heather: Daniel, unless you have something more to tell me--

Daniel: (Straining) Yeah, I--yeah, I do. I do. (Normal voice) Look, I didn't want to say anything in front of my mom and in front of Amber because they're already freaked out enough. But there's this guy, and Deacon knows him. I don't know his name. Deacon visited him yesterday. And ever since he did, this guy's been two steps behind me everywhere I go.

Michael: The weight room, too?

Daniel: Yeah, he was there.

Heather: So you're afraid of this person? But you didn't leave when you saw him come in.

Daniel: I didn't know that he was gonna do what he did.

Heather: Yeah—

(Clears throat)

Daniel: What I thought that he did.

Heather: Yeah, I-I-I can't believe you're wasting my time with this. Really?

(Door opens)

Heather: Doctor, hi. How is the patient?

Doctor: He's doing well. I've ordered a follow-up C.T. scan. And if there's no further evidence of bleeding in the liver, we can release you this evening.

Heather: Excellent. Thank you. So I will be telling the warden to expect you.

Daniel: (Scoffs)

Billy: You really are enjoying this, aren't you?

Victoria: Yeah. You know, it's too bad they don't sell popcorn.

Billy: (Chuckles)

Victoria: I did warn you not to mess with me, Billy.

Billy: You did, but, you know, I'm only gonna sell twice as many magazines now, and all you're doing here is making an even bigger story.

Victoria: Well, the damage has already been done. Now it's just up to me to make you pay. That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Billy: Hmm.

Kay: Neil, have you seen these famous quotes from our Tucker McCall?

Neil: Yes, I-I have read some of them. Um, sounds like one of those guys-- either you love him or you hate him.

Kay: (Chuckles) Well, we're going to find out which, aren't we?

Neil: We will.

Woman: Mr. McCall is here.

Kay: Oh, uh, show him in. Oh, please stay. Uh, we're going to take some notes.

Neil: (Whispers) This is it.

Kay: Ah, Mr. McCall.

Tucker: Tucker, please. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Chancellor.

Kay: Likewise. Uh, this is, um, our C.E.O. of Chancellor Industries, Neil Winters.

Neil: (Normal voice) Mr. McCall, welcome.

Tucker: Thank you.

Kay: Uh, please, uh, have a seat.

Neil: Here you go.

Tucker: Thank you, Sir.

Neil: Uh-huh.

Kay: (Clears throat) Now I'm going to ask you, uh, some old-fashioned questions, Mr. McCall--Tucker. Uh, exactly what are your intentions?

Tucker: They won't be paving the road to hell, if that's your concern.

Kay: Oh? Where does the road lead?

Tucker: You're trying to get at my character. "The true worth of a man is measured--"

Kay: "Is measured by the objects he pursues." Yes, you're quite right-- I am trying to determine your character. And quoting roman emperors perhaps should tell me something.

Tucker: (Chuckles) I already have an empire, Mrs. Chancellor.

Kay: What do you want with mine?

Tucker: An alliance. In the old days, this sort of thing was accomplished through arranged marriages.

Neil: Yeah, that, uh, got messy sometimes.

Tucker: Yeah, well, modern-day methods are much more efficient, if less romantic.

Kay: I think you are a romantic.

Tucker: You could have found that out online.

Kay: Well, it's your reputation that's online. (Chuckles) Uh, you know, there's a great deal of daylight between some men in his reputation and their character, but... in your case, I think not.

Tucker: Do I pass muster?

Kay: (Chuckles) We shall see, Mr. McCall-- Tucker. We shall see.

Tucker: (Chuckles)

Jill: (Sighs) Please excuse my late arrival. I've been so looking forward to meeting you, Mr. McC-- Mr. McCall.

Tucker: Hello. Darlin', I think I will take you up on that coffee you offered--black.

Jill: Excuse me.

Neil: I'll take one, too. Thanks.

Tucker: Now that the pleasantries are over, shall we get down to business?

Jill: So where do things stand thus far?

Tucker: Well, I was just about to explain the particulars of my offer, Ms. Abbott.

Neil: Uh, we understand from J.T. that you want to participate in our initial stock offering.

Tucker: Yes, I do, under one condition.

Kay: Oh, you have conditions.

Tucker: Just the one. I would like to purchase the entire position, the full 25%.

Kay: 25%? (Clears throat) Mr. McCall, I have spoken to friends, family, invited them to be a part of this, and you are asking me to shut them out completely?

Mac: Check and see if this is a full deck, and we can play cards while we wait for the call.

Cane: You want to play poker?

Mac: I'll make popcorn. Anybody else want hot sauce?

Cane: Huh?

Lily: Hot sauce? Is that a craving?

Mac: No, sorry. It's just the way I like my popcorn. (Chuckles)

Lily: (Sighs)

Judge: So you felt justified in violating the rule of law?

Billy: I wouldn't quite put it that way, your honor.

Judge: Do you have photos of the grand jurors who were present for Ms. Newman's testimony?

Heather: Uh, yes, your honor. I do.

Judge: Show them to Mr. Abbott.

Billy: You know, I don't think that's gonna help us here. I wouldn't even recognize the... person. It was kind of a "Deep throat" sort of thing, you know? It was in the shadows. It could have been a-anybody. I don't think it was even a juror. It could have been a friend. It could have been a relative. It could have--

Judge: Are you mocking this court, Mr. Abbott?

Billy: No, Sir-- uh, your honor. I--

Judge: You equate the exposure of Watergate to your lurid depiction of a marital affair?

Billy: No, I was more referring to the general principles the two issues share-- freedom of the press.

Judge: Freedom of the press does not extend to pornography, and that's exactly what you've engaged in here.

Rafe: Your honor, "Restless Style" can hardly be considered pornographic material.

Judge: That's in the eye of the beholder, Counselor. I know smut when I see it.

Rafe: Ms. Newman's personal relationship connected her to an ongoing criminal investigation. That made this newsworthy. My client is a journalist wi--

Heather: Perhaps your honor would be interested in hearing Mr. Abbott's credentials as a journalist.

Judge: Indeed.

Billy: I publish, write for and own "Restless Style."

Heather: Right, and that would be true for how long now?

Billy: Months.

Heather: Isn't it more like weeks, Mr. Abbott?

Judge: I've heard enough. You will reveal your source, or I will find you in contempt, and enjoy doing it.

Daniel: Michael, look, I appreciate it, but why don't you just go home? Lauren's waiting for you.

Michael: (Sighs)

Amber: Yeah, enjoy your anniversary dinner.

Phyllis: Unh. (Stammers) Keep your phone on.

Michael: Why?

Phyllis: Because your client may come down with severe abdominal pain.

Amber: That could work.

Michael: No, no, it couldn't. You think you're the only prisoner to ever try that one?

Phyllis: Well, we're just gonna bust him out of here then.

Daniel: I'm handcuffed to a bed.

Phyllis: (Stammers) Am I the only one who cares? All this negativity! If you've forgotten, I owned a magazine. I know some people in high places. When they hear about this--

Michael: Yeah, they would write huge stories listing all the incriminating evidence against your son, permanently tainting the jury pool.

Phyllis: All right, well, if you want to accept it, fine. I'm not going to. My son is innocent, and there is information out there that proves he is innocent, and when I find it, and I will, I am going to shove it--

Michael: Phyllis.

Phyllis: Down Heather's throat.

Tucker: You know my track record. Whenever I take an interest in a company the way I'd like to do with Chancellor, it's been beneficial for everyone involved.

Kay: I have a track record of my own, and I am the one who decides what will be beneficial to Chancellor Industries.

Neil: If I may... (Clears throat) What if we were to offer you less than the full 25%?

Tucker: I would respectfully decline.

Kay: Hmm. All or nothing then?

Tucker: You know where I'm staying. My offer stands till midnight. I do look forward to hearing from you. Ms. Abbott. Mr. Winters.

Neil: (Clears throat)

Jill: Of course you're gonna say no.

Neil: (Sighs) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Wait a minute now. Let's not reject it flat out.

Jill: Oh, my God. The man is dishonest. He is a liar.

Kay: Why would you say that?

Jill: Because, Katherine. I mean, he presented himself as wanting one thing, and then it turns out he wants something completely different.

Kay: But if I-- if I had just known what he was after before we met, I would have turned him down flat. I think-- I'll tell you something. I think he played his hand perfectly.

Jill: We would never, ever be able to trust him.

Kay: Your thoughts, Neil?

Neil: I think it's our chance to work with one of the greatest business minds of our time. And, you know, we can use his--his millions for new acquisitions.

Jill: Yeah, we can use other people's millions, okay? Plenty of people are lined up around the block to take advantage of this offering. Plus, you've made promises.

Kay: Well, there's that, but I haven't made any decision yet.

Jill: Oh, Katherine.

Kay: Well, no, it's an intriguing offer, and he's an intriguing man. The least I can do is consider it.

Amber: Mom just needs to blow off some steam.

Daniel: Michael? Look, I've seen her like this before. I'm sorry. I know it's your anniversary, but that woman is gonna hotwire a tank and crash it through a wall or something. Can--can you just get her a tranquilizer dart? A little one.

Michael: (Chuckles) (Groans) I'll do my best. I'm not making any promises.

Daniel: (Chuckles) Thank you.

Phyllis: You--you must be on the plane. Okay. Well, I'm leaving the hospital right now. Uh, I'm going to the landfill on, I think its 124th--

Michael: What are you doing?

Phyllis: Uh, I-I'm getting that evidence. I'm--I'm--I'm getting the gym bag that the killer threw in the dumpster. That's what I'm doing.

Michael: That was months ago.

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Michael: Have you ever been to a landfill? (Stammers) Any idea the size...

Phyllis: Yeah.

Michael: The stench? We're talking hundreds of acres of trash.

Phyllis: No, I-- I talked to the manager. I talked to the manager. And--unh, unh-- he said that-- that the truck that-- that has that route usually unloads at, um, the same quadrant every-- every week. He--he sent me a map. He faxed it to me. Do you want to see?

Michael: No, I don't want to see it.

Phyllis: But just--it just-- it's--it's this spot right here, just in--in--the vicinity or-- I-I-it's fine. I'll just go through, you know, just a couple layers of stuff.

Michael: Of rotten, putrid, stinking garbage...

Phyllis: (Sighs heavily)

Michael: With flies and-- and--and rats and God only knows what else. It would be like trying to look for a needle in a very, very stinky haystack.

Phyllis: Yeah, but if I can find the evidence--

Michael: No, Daniel doesn't want you doing this. He doesn't want you exposing yourself to--to toxic waste or used hypodermic needles...

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Michael: Bacteria. Oh, is any of this getting through to you?

Phyllis: Do you have an alternative?

Michael: Yeah. (Stammers) Anything.

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Michael: I-I-I'll try to get another bail hearing for Daniel tomorrow.

Phyllis: (Voice breaking) He may not make it till tomorrow.

Michael: All right, no. You know what, Phyllis? You have another child. She needs you, too. And your son is in there worried sick about you with everything else he has to deal with. I understand your desperation, but you just can't do everything. There are limits. You can't expose yourself to... garbage.

(Knock on door)

Tucker: Well, that didn't take long.

Jill: (Sighs) What the hell kind of game are you playing?

Tucker: None, but I'm open to suggestion.

Jill: The beard. See, I'd never seen a picture of you clean-shaven. That's why I didn't recognize you in New York.

Tucker: What do you think? Better with or without?

Jill: Why did you pretend to be a bartender?

Tucker: (Chuckles) I was pouring myself a scotch in my bar, in my hotel, minding my own business, literally. You're the one who mistook me for a bartender.

Jill: Well, you should have identified yourself.

Tucker: Would it have made a difference?

Jill: You're damn right it would have made a difference!

Tucker: Well, yes, I guess it would have been my name that you were calling then.

Jill: Oh, my God. Last night never would have happened, okay? It was inappropriate on so many different levels. I can't even think. I am one of Katherine's closest advisors.

Tucker: Mm-hmm.

Jill: Professional ethics demand that I maintain my objectivity.

Tucker: Yeah, I'm just kinda remembering you calling my name.

Jill: Are you not hearing anything I'm saying? I am telling you it is a very, very bad idea... (Sighs) For the two of us to even consider any kind of sexual... oh, hell. Mm. (Sighs)

J.T.: Think Billy's lawyer is gonna slap some sense into him?

Victoria: Plenty of people have tried, including me. I thought you had to work.

J.T.: I did what I needed to do. I wouldn't miss this for the world. This judge is awesome.

Victoria: Yeah, I know. I don't think we have to worry about Billy printing any more stories about us.

J.T.: Yeah. Listen, you did the right thing taking him on.

Victoria: Well, I'm sure you could have done without having our dirty laundry aired again.

J.T.: I'm behind you on this, all right?

Victoria: All right. I'm sorry that I put you in the position that I did. You have no idea how much I regret it.

Rafe: Look, the worst that's gonna happen to your source is a fine and a stern talking-to.

Billy: Yep, from "Judge Blowhard."

Rafe: You gotta play ball here. Look, if you don't want to say the name, just give Heather enough information to figure it out for herself.

Billy: Then what, huh? Then no one will ever trust to come to me with information again, and the magazine's gonna fold. It's--look, it's not happening.

Mac: Two, please.

Cane: All right. Dealer's gonna take three. And for you?

Lily: None.

Cane: Are you sure? Huh?

Lily: Yes, I feel lucky.

Cane: Uh-huh.

(Cell phone rings)

Mac: Doctor's office. Hello? This is she. Yes, I can hold for the doctor.

Tucker: (Sighs) Here you go.

Jill: Thank you.

Tucker: You're welcome.

Jill: Have you lived here long?

Tucker: A couple hours.

Jill: It's the first time you've seen the view at sunset then? Pretty spectacular.

Neil: You've made your decision, haven't you?

Kay: No, no, no. Not--not my final decision.

Neil: But you're leaning in one direction.

Kay: Very interesting man, that Tucker McCall. He's persuasive. He's perceptive, unassuming, yet imperious. I think partnering with someone like that could be very, very worthwhile.

Mac: Dr. Lewis, hi. Yes, we've been waiting for your call. Wow. Yes, thank you. (Chuckles) Yes, I will be there. I'll--I'll see you soon. Thank you. We're pregnant!

Lily: (Laughs) Oh, my gosh!

Cane: (Laughs)

Lily: Yes! Oh, my gosh, I'm so happy!

Cane: Oh, I can't believe it!

Mac: Believe it! You're having a baby!

Cane: Oh, I can't believe--

Lily: Oh, my God. We're having a baby!

Cane: Our baby.

Lily: (Laughs)

Judge: It's late, Mr. Abbott, and I am out of patience. Will you or will you not reveal your source?

Billy: I could do that... but then I couldn't look at myself in the mirror tomorrow. So, um...

Judge: Well, you are in contempt, and you, Sir, are going to jail.

(Gavel bangs)

Billy: Yeah.

Daniel: Mom went straight home?

Michael: That's what she said.

Daniel: Okay, good. Michael, thank you. I know that you've done everything that you could possibly do. Get out of here and go apologize to Lauren for me.

Amber: Tell her we said, "Happy anniversary."

Michael: All right. Call me if you need anything. Otherwise, I will see you tomorrow.

Amber: Will we ever celebrate an anniversary?

Daniel: Of course we will. (Chuckles) You just can't lose hope, that's all.

Amber: I know. It's just hard, you know? I just can't stand sleeping in our bed without you.

Daniel: Well, I'm never without you, 'cause I dream about you every night.

Amber: I hope you're not talking in your sleep.

Daniel: (Chuckles) Awkward.

Amber: (Voice breaking) I just really miss you.

Daniel: Me, too. Hey. Hang in there. Be strong, 'cause the truth's gonna come out one way or another.

Amber: We're all digging for it-- me and Michael and your mom.

Daniel: It'll pay off.

(Dump truck rumbles by)

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

Lauren: I caught a glimpse of a guy who looked just like you coming out of my boutique.

Nick: Hey, guys.

Kay: Did somebody send for a search party?

Tucker: If you can get Katherine to turn down this deal, I will give you a million bucks.

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