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Kay: Um, you know, count-- count the trees. See how many we have left.

Murphy: I think about 25.

Kay: Tucker?

Tucker: Well, fancy meeting you here.

Kay: Uh, listen, my husband and I are, uh, working the lot, on behalf of his lodge, so...

Tucker: So you must be Murphy.

Murphy: I am.

Tucker: Tucker McCall.

Murphy: Well, nice to know you.

Tucker: Likewise.

Kay: So, uh, what brings you to this neck of the woods, if I may ask?

Tucker: Well, I'm looking to buy a tree.

Murphy: Oh, well...

Kay: You certainly came the right place.

Murphy: (Chuckles)

Tucker: (Chuckles)

Nina: Hey, Jill. I heard about the Christmas present that you're hoping to give Katherine.

Jill: For God sake. Have you been stalking me at the mall?

Nina: I don't think Katherine's real daughter is gonna be at the mall.

Jill: Damn that Paul. I told him not to tell you.

Nina: He didn't tell me. I guessed, and he didn't deny it.

Jill: Just keep it to yourself, okay?

Nina: Of course I will, but listen. If you need any help, just let me know, okay?

Jill: Yeah, don't call me. I'll call you.

Nina: (Scoffs)

Gloria: (Giggles)

Jeff: Hey, how'd you like our new luxury sedan? (Chuckles)

Kay: What?

Murphy: Oh, it's, uh...

Kay: Oh, wow.

Jeff: It's very red.

Gloria: Candy apple red.

Jeff: Yeah.

Gloria: Isn't it fabulous?

Jeff: Got a great deal on it. Only $110,000.

Jill: (Groans) For that kind of money, they should throw in leopard skin seat covers.

Gloria: Oh, we'll have those custom-made.

Jill: Of course you will.

Gloria: And we thought it'd be fun and Christmassy to put a wreath on the grille.

Kay: Uh, Gloria, I would be very, very happy to help you, but let me, uh, continue with him first, okay? Uh--oh.

Gloria: You're Tucker McCall, aren't you?

Tucker: Um, I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure.

Gloria: Gloria Bardwell. I've heard fascinating things about you.

Murphy: Um, Gloria, uh, why don't I show you where the wreaths are?

Gloria: (Chuckles)

Murphy: Watch your step. Come on.

Gloria: Oh, okay.

Lauren: Honey, you're so good.

Michael: I am the best.

Lauren: This is great. Mmm.

(Knock on door)

Michael: Ooh, sorry, Baby.

Lauren: Oh, I'll get it.

Michael: Here we go. See, I thought I was gonna more nutmeg in it.

Eden: No, it's perfect the way it is. Oh, yes. Ooh.

Daisy: Hi.

Lauren: (Chuckles) Daisy.

Daisy: How are you?

Lauren: Come on in.

Michael: Hey, merry Christmas.

(Keys jingle)

Daisy: Surprise.

Eden: Where'd you get those?

Daisy: Floor of the coffeehouse. I recognized your key chain.

Lauren: That was awfully nice of you.

Daisy: (Chuckles)

Lauren: Wasn't it, Eden?

Eden: Yeah, thanks.

Daisy: Well, I'd better go. My folks are picking me up soon.

Lauren: Which reminds me, I have a Christmas bonus for you.

Daisy: (Sighs) You are an awesome boss. Thank you.

Lauren: (Chuckles) Of course. Can you stop by Fenmore's later?

Daisy: I still gotta pack. Is it too much to ask to send it to the dorms?

Lauren: Sure. No problem.

Daisy: Okay. Well, have an amazing Christmas.

Michael: Oh.

Lauren: You, too.

Michael: Merry Christmas.

Lauren: (Chuckles)

Eden: There's no way she's staying at the dorms.

Michael: Why not?

Eden: Because they're closed for the holidays.

Lauren: Then where on earth is she living?

Roxanne: So you're really not worried?

Devon: No. No, Neil's cool about my music. He understands what it means to me.

Roxanne: Yeah, but you know how important school is to him.

Devon: It's not like I'm dropping out, though, Baby.

Roxanne: No, but--

Devon: Listen, once I explain everything to him, he's gonna be fine.

Neil: Hey, hey. What's going on, people?

Devon: Hey.

Neil: Hi.

Roxanne: Hi, Neil.

Neil: Good to see you, Roxy.

Roxanne: Well, I will catch up with you later.

Devon: Okay.

Neil: Oh, leaving on my account, huh? Nice. (Chuckles)

Roxanne: Bye.

Devon: See you. Bye.

Neil: Bye. Well, Roxy looks great.

Devon: Thank you. I'm very lucky she took me back.

Neil: Yeah.

Devon: Mm-hmm.

Neil: My son.

Devon: Mm.

Neil: So how were finals? Oh, and--and your writing, how--how's that going?

Devon: It's going great. I finished my demo.

Neil: Yeah, al-already?

Devon: Already. I even played, uh, uh, with some musicians who are gonna play on it with me.

Neil: Yeah? I love that.

Devon: Yeah.

Neil: I am so proud of you, man, seriously. Is that what--is that what you want to talk to me about-- the recording session I said I'd pay for, or what?

Devon: Well, partly.

Neil: Yeah, what? Well, is something wrong?

Devon: No, no. I mean, uh, I actually aced my music classes.

Neil: Okay, that's good. Way to go.

Devon: Yeah, thank you. (Chuckles) Uh, there--but there's-- there's one little hitch. Um, I've been so consumed with putting my demo together...

Neil: Right.

Devon: That I kind of--

Neil: Kind of?

Devon: Uh, I kind of blew a class. I have to take it over again.

Neil: You "Kind of blew" a class? So does that mean that you're not graduating?

Devon: Well, just not till spring.

Jack: Hope you're hungry.

Emily: Is someone else joining us?

Jack: No, just the two of us.

Emily: Well, this is a lot of food.

Jack: The Abbott family started breakfast every day with all of this. We'd all sit around the table together and laugh and tease and argue and talk over top of each other. And afterwards, we'd all go our separate ways, but for a half an hour every day, we sat together as a family.

Emily: Mm. I would love to experience that.

Jack: Well, you're experiencing part of it. Even if it's just the two of us, this is pretty special, too. So what does your day look like?

Emily: Well, I am going to go to the hospital and see some of my patients.

Jack: Will you see Patty?

Emily: Yeah.

Jack: She still showing improvement?

Emily: Mm-hmm, even earned some privileges.

Jack: Ooh. The fog is starting to clear.

Emily: Mm-hmm. Now that she is beginning to realize what she did, the hard work begins.

Jack: After your work, why don't you come back here?

Emily: So you can force-feed me more Christmas spirit?

Jack: Till visions of sugarplums dance in your head.

Emily: (Laughs)

Patty: Mm. Ahh. Okay. (Laughs) (Clears throat) (Gasps)

Paul: Hey.

Patty: Pauly! (Laughs)

Paul: Merry Christmas.

Patty: Merry Christmas!

Paul: Mm.

Patty: Oh! Wow. Hi.

Paul: Hi.

Patty: Is that for me?

Paul: Well...

Patty: Aha!

Paul: (Laughs)

Patty: (Laughs)

Paul: They're your favorite truffles.

Patty: (Sighs) Thank you.

Paul: You're welcome. I know how you love chocolate.

Patty: Do you remember when we were kids and we used to get those, um, chocolate calendars?

Paul: Mm-hmm. We used to eat every day until Christmas.

Paul: What's the matter, Pattycake?

Patty: (Voice breaking) I hate being cooped up in here.

Paul: Yeah, I know you do.

Patty: (Sighs)

Paul: They take you for walks outside, don't they?

Patty: Yeah, but it's not the same. I want--I want to go out and make a snowman, and--and ice-skate and sit by a roaring fire. (Normal voice) Can you--can you take me home with you, just for one day?

Paul: I wish I could.

Patty: But you can't, because I'm sick, huh?

Paul: That's right.

Patty: Okay, well, maybe next year.

Paul: Yeah.

Patty: Yeah?

Paul: Maybe.

Patty: Okay. (Chuckles)

Michael: Maybe Daisy got permission to stay until her parents arrived.

Eden: No way. The school's super strict about it.

Lauren: Thank you. (Sighs) The dorms are closed all Christmas break-- no exceptions.

Eden: Told you.

Lauren: I'm gonna call her.

(Cell phone rings)

Daisy: (Sighs)

Ryder: You gonna get that?

(Ring)

Daisy: No.

Ryder: So if she's in town, then...

Daisy: What are you so afraid of?

Ryder: She's scary. But maybe I can use her being in town to my advantage.

Daisy: (Scoffs) Really? How?

Ryder: Convince her to let you be the bad guy for once.

Daisy: Is this about Kevin again?

Ryder: Look, he's a good person. I don't want to cause him any more trouble.

Daisy: (Scoffs) Listen, you need to chill. I got Lauren and Michael right were I want 'em, and I'm-- I'm not gonna let you screw things up because you've suddenly grown a conscience.

(Cell phone rings)

Daisy: Hello?

Lauren: Daisy, hi.

Daisy: What's up?

Lauren: I just found out that the dorms have been closed all week.

Daisy: Oh, um, turns out I can stop by Fenmore's after all, so don't worry about it.

Lauren: No, I am worried. I want you to come back to the apartment, and let's talk about it.

Daisy: Can't it wait?

Lauren: No. I will see you in a few. Bye.

Ryder: What was that about?

Daisy: (Sighs) Hmm. Me playing my part like I was told to. And if you know what's good for you, I suggest you do the same.

Tucker: I hope you don't expect to get the price that you've been charging all week for these trees.

Kay: Well, I could charge more.

Tucker: More? Really?

Kay: Yes. You have to understand, we're the only Christmas tree lot still open. (Chuckles) How about, uh, a Douglas fir?

Tucker: Oh, too prickly.

Kay: If you're pinching pennies, I-I just happen to have...

Tucker: (Laughs) I'd like to have something a little fuller.

Kay: Yeah, I bet you would. Uh, how about a noble fir? Uh, oh, fragrance, needle retention.

Tucker: Are you kidding me?

Kay: Hmm?

Tucker: What, do I have "Sucker" stamped on my forehead?

Gloria: (Sighs)

Murphy: Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Murphy: You, uh, y-you didn't even look at the price tag.

Gloria: Oh, Murphy, if you have to ask the price, that means you can't afford it.

Kay: Now that's my kind of customer.

Jeff: Keep the change.

Gloria: (Chuckles) What do you think, Mr. McCall? Isn't it gorgeous?

Tucker: It is enormous.

Gloria: (Chuckles) Well, I, for one, happen to think size matters.

Tucker: Do you now?

Gloria: Mm-hmm. But that's a conversation for another time.

Jeff: Hello. Remember me?

Gloria: (Chuckles) Of course I do, Honey. Why don't you help Murphy put that on the grille, and don't scratch the paint.

Jill: (Sighs)

Gloria: Well, that's kind of puny, isn't it?

Jill: Well, now some people are drawn to the flashy and flamboyant, and some to taste and quality.

Tucker: (Chuckles)

Devon: Thank you. Hey, is hot chocolate all right?

Neil: Yeah, that's just fine. Uh, sit down for a second, man.

Devon: It's just one class I have to take over. It's not that big of a deal.

Neil: No, but it is. It is a big deal. It is to me. You know, what-- what did we agree upon? What did I tell you I would do? I told you I would help you with your music, right? But as long as your college education does not suffer.

Devon: I got that. I-it's just a few credits, and I can do both.

Neil: Yeah, well, if you can do both, then why didn't you, right? So here's the bottom line-- I'm sorry-- no degree, no demo.

Devon: Well, hang on. I mean--

Neil: No. I gotta go, man.

Devon: Can we talk about it later?

Neil: Sure, we can talk about it later. But I'm sure as hell not gonna change my mind. Talk to you.

Emily: Hi.

Paul: Hi.

Emily: I know it's difficult to see your sister in there locked up.

Paul: Well, at least I'm getting more glimpses of the sister I grew up with.

Emily: And less of the woman obsessed with Jack? Yeah. (Laughs)

Paul: She made me this.

Emily: That's great. That means she's not trying to block out the holidays.

Paul: Um, listen, do you think it would be possible for her to have a more comfortable room?

Emily: Paul, as much as I would like to, I just feel she's not stable enough.

Paul: Well, um, I'm grateful to you for everything that you've done for her.

Emily: I'm very fond of Patty.

Paul: I know.

Emily: (Sighs)

Paul: Merry Christmas.

Emily: Merry Christmas.

Emily: (Chuckles)

Patty: Dr. P., I am so glad you came. Look what I made you. It's an angel for your Christmas tree.

Emily: (Sighs) Oh, Patty, its lovely.

Patty: I made her to look exactly like you, because you are my beautiful angel.

Emily: (Sighs)

Paul: Wait till you hear what I have to tell you.

Nina: Does it have anything to do with the kiss that you planted on me the other day?

Paul: (Chuckles) No, why would you, uh...

Nina: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought things might be heating up between us. I guess I was wrong. Sorry.

Paul: Or not.

Nina: We'll have to talk about it someday.

Paul: Yeah, I guess so. Listen, um, you know the case I was working on? The one where I'm trying to find Katherine's daughter?

Nina: Yeah.

Paul: And the lead I followed up on?

Nina: Oh, the--b-- the one that you got from the microfilm where th-the child might have ended up somewhere in Ohio or something like that?

Paul: Right, well, I'm gonna have to verify that. But I have some information on the nurse that may have been involved in the adoption, the one that was on duty the night the baby was brought in.

Nina: Wow. I was, uh, it sounds very promising. It was just--I'm sorry. There's be so many dead ends I hate to see you get your hopes up.

Paul: I know. This is different. She relocated to Cleveland, but she came back to Genoa City. I just spoke with her. She's on her way over here now.

Emily: (Sighs) Oh.

Jack: I didn't know you were into crafts.

Emily: Oh, it's a gift from Patty.

Jack: It's an angel.

Emily: Yeah. That's what she calls me, Jack-- her angel.

Carolers: We wish you a Merry Christmas we wish you a Merry Christmas we wish you a Merry Christmas and a happy new year good tidings to you and all of your kin good tidings for Christmas and a happy new year

Emily: Yay! Did you set this up? (Chuckles)

Jack: No. Hey, that was great, you guys. Could you maybe use a couple other voices?

Man: The more, the merrier.

Emily: No. No.

Jack: It isn't Christmas until you've been caroling, I'm telling you.

Emily: No, Jack, I don't sing in public.

Jack: We're trying to shake off the ghosts of Christmas past. We're coming.

Emily: No. Oh-- okay, hold on.

Jack: Here we go. Here we go. Here you go. This way.

Emily: Okay. Hi. Be gentle with me.

Jack: Come on. What's our first song?

Patty: (Reading) "Market experts are speculating how this will affect Jabot Cosmetics, a subsidiary of Chancellor Industries, which is currently run by Jack Abbott and..." (Whispers) Jack. (Sighs)

Michael: Where's Eden?

Lauren: I sent her to the corner store for eggnog.

Michael: We've got gallons of eggnog.

Lauren: I know. But I thought maybe Daisy would confide in us more readily.

Michael: Oh, if my sister weren't giving her dirty looks?

Lauren: (Chuckles) Exactly. You know, it's probably just the same as Thanksgiving.

Michael: What? When we found out she had no place to go?

Lauren: Yeah, I-- do you think that maybe she's embarrassed that her parents can't bring her home again? They just can't afford it?

Michael: We don't even know if she has a home.

(Knock on door)

Michael: I'll get it.

Lauren: (Sighs)

Michael: Hey. Come.

Daisy: I can only stay a minute. My parents are gonna be here soon.

Lauren: All right, Daisy, stop.

Daisy: What?

Michael: You made all that up, didn't you? About going home for Christmas.

Lauren: We're not mad at you. We just want to help. But we can't unless you tell us the truth. Honey, you can trust us.

Daisy: Okay, yeah. Um, I lied.

Michael: Why?

Daisy: Because when people hear my real story, they treat me like a charity case.

Michael: Nothing you say could shock me. My childhood was a horror story.

Lauren: Are your parents even in the picture?

Daisy: No. They died in a car accident when I was little.

Michael: Where did this happen?

Daisy: East Troy. Afterwards, I was sent to foster care.

Lauren: And how did you end up in Genoa City?

Daisy: As soon as I turned 18, I applied to Walnut Grove. I got a scholarship my senior year. It seemed like a way to escape my past, reinvent myself, you know? Do something with my life. So, yeah, I-I gave the school a phony name.

Michael: What's your real name?

Daisy: Daisy Sanders. Um... I guess now that the-- the truth's out, I'll be expelled, right? So, uh, well, that's a shame, because I really love it here.

Lauren: Um, would you excuse us?

Michael: Sure.

Lauren: Come on, Daisy. Come on, Sweetie. Let's go splash some water on your face.

Paul: There you go. (Sighs)

Nina: Do you take sugar or sweetener or anything like that?

Woman: Oh, no, Dear. This is fine.

Paul: Okay, when we spoke on the phone, you told me that you were on duty the night the baby we discussed was brought to the hospital.

Woman: That's right, yes.

Paul: And that was, um, September 30th?

Woman: Well... (Chuckles) At my age, who can remember dates? (Chuckles)

Nina: (Sighs) Uh, so how can you be sure that it's the child that we're looking for?

Woman: Because it was my first night on the job, and a woman came in with a newborn and tried to give it away. It was shocking. Imagine a woman abandoning her own baby... and she seemed so cold.

Nina: Hmm. So what happened after the woman left?

Woman: Uh, some nuns came and took the baby.

Paul: Do you remember the name of the orphanage or of the order of the nuns?

Woman: All I can remember is that everyone called them the "Grey Nuns."

Nina: Grey? "G-R-E-Y"? Grey Nuns.

Woman: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh, I-I wish I could remember more, but... (Sighs) It's been a long time.

Paul: I know. You've been a big help.

Woman: Thanks.

Kay: Um, I hope you realize all the moneys made here, uh, all that money is donated to charity, and, um, I just assumed a man of your means would pay, like, ten times the price.

Tucker: Well, I'd be more than willing to donate to your charity, but right now, I'm buying a tree, and the price is too high.

Kay: (Clears throat) Fine. All right, I-I'm, um, I will give you-- I'll give you a tree-- any tree on this lot at half price if you agree to pay the cover of the trees that's left at the end of the day.

Tucker: I'll take the tree at half price.

Kay: Mm-hmm.

Tucker: And I'll match you dollar for dollar to pay for whatever trees are left over.

Kay: You drive a hard bargain, Mr. McCall.

Tucker: So do you, Mrs. Chancellor.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Tucker: (Chuckles) (Sighs)

Kay: Oh, uh, by the way, I just realized you're new in town. Um, uh, I forgot to invite you for Christmas dinner.

Tucker: Well, I was, um, gonna fly to Aspen, do a little skiing, look at some property, but if that's an invite--

Kay: 3:00 sharp?

Tucker: I'll be there. Thank you. Merry Christmas, everybody.

Kay: Merry Christmas.

Tucker: I'll tell you where to send it, Murph.

Jill: Uh, here, Murphy.

Murphy: (Grunts)

Jill: Do you mind taking this home for me? There's something I've just gotta do.

Kay: Uh--

Neil: Listen, I really hate to do this to you on Christmas Eve.

Kay: What?

Neil: I, well, you know me. I'm always working. Um, I got the inside track on an acquisition, and it just so happens that I acquired a business meeting with the C.E.O., company president, so they want to meet with you.

Kay: When? Where?

Neil: Uh, that's the thing-- half an hour, G.C.A.C.?

Kay: Oh, Neil--

Murphy: No, no, no, no, no. You go on ahead. I'll clean up here. I'll meet you at the club.

Carolers: Hark the herald angels sing.

Neil: I'm telling you, you won't regret it.

Murphy: What's going on?

Carolers: Glory to the newborn king.

Neil: Well, how nice.

Carolers: Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled joyful all ye nations rise join the triumph of the skies with angelic hosts proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem hark the herald angels sing glory to the newborn king glory to the newborn king.

Emily: (Chuckles)

Jack: Hey, thanks, guys.

Men: Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Emily: Merry Christmas.

Jack: This was fun.

Kay: Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Man: Happy holidays.

Jack: Thanks again.

Kay: Oh, does, uh, all that mean you're not angry with me anymore?

Jack: Oh, I was pretty upset with you, squeezing me out of that stock deal.

Kay: Well, I don't blame you.

Jack: I get why you accepted Tucker's offer. I would have done the same thing. All is forgiven.

Kay: (Chuckles)

Neil: That's nice. I'm relieved to hear you say that, Jack.

Jack: Neil, we all want what's best for Jabot, McCall included. Besides, I got enough going on in my life right now. I don't have much time to think about it.

Murphy: Ahh.

Jill: Hey, what are you doing in there?

Tucker: Looking for tree decorations.

Jill: (Laughs) What are you, the Imelda Marcos of neckties?

Tucker: They're gifts!

Jill: All of them?

Tucker: Well, what do you get the man who has everything?

Jill: Oh, I can think of a few things.

Tucker: Oh, I'll bet you can, Darlin'.

Jill: (Chuckles)

Tucker: Mm. (Chuckles)

Jill: (Chuckles) You know, you are gonna be paying for about ten trees this year from that lot.

Tucker: I don't see it that way.

Jill: How do you see it?

Tucker: Well, I paid what I wanted to pay for this tree. I donated a little money to charity. But the main thing I got out of that haggling was a little window into the way that Katherine Chancellor negotiates.

Jill: You unfortunately also got a window into Gloria Bardwell. Did you see what a shameless flirt that woman is?

Tucker: Well, it'd be hard to respect someone like that.

Jill: Really?

Tucker: Well, the way she flaunts her wealth, it's obscene.

Jill: Oh, God, she's nothing if not tacky.

Tucker: But I thought it was very sweet the way you got so jealous.

Jill: (Laughs) Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no. If there's one woman I am not jealous of, it's Gloria Bardwell.

Gloria: You know that tip you gave us?

Michael: Yeah.

Jeff: That nanotech company outside of Berlin?

Gloria: Paid off big-time.

Michael: I don't believe it.

Gloria: I'll bet you can't believe it. You were a very naughty boy, Michael. We figured out what you were doing.

Jeff: Trying to throw us off the trail of the Chancellor I.P.O.

Gloria: But the only one to get in on that was Tucker McCall. But we still got rich. Even when you're not trying to be, you're a wonderful son. Mwah!

Jeff: We'd better get a move on, or we're gonna lose our reservation.

Gloria: Oh, he's so grumpy when he's hungry. (Chuckles)

Jeff: (Scoffs)

Michael: Merry Christmas.

Gloria: Hello, Eden. Merry Christmas.

Eden: Merry Christmas.

(Door closes)

Michael: (Clears throat) Eden.

Eden: Mm-hmm?

Michael: You were right. Daisy admitted that she lied to us about her name, her folks.

Eden: I knew it. (Scoffs)

Michael: She told us this heartbreaking story.

Eden: And you believe it?

Michael: Not necessarily. If her first story was bogus, who's to say this one isn't, too?

Eden: Finally, he sees the light.

Michael: Yeah, I've been doing some research on the internet trying to find anything about Daisy Sanders and a couple named Sanders in East Troy who died in a car accident when she was a kid.

(Computer keys clicking)

Michael: Hmm.

Lauren: I feel so sorry for Daisy. I mean, pretending to have a family to avoid pity?

Michael: If she's not lying.

(Cell phone rings)

Michael: Yeah? Hey. Oh, Don. Oh, okay. Thanks. That was my contact. He's e-mailing me something about Daisy he thinks I should see.

(Computer keys clicking)

Paul: So the Grey Nuns is the common name for the Sisters of Charity?

Nina: Yeah, they ran an orphanage-- a-a Catholic orphanage-- like, on the border of Canada.

Paul: And is it still in operation?

Nina: Yeah. The number's right here if you want it. Yeah, it's just not religious anymore, that's all.

Paul: Yeah.

Nina: Okay.

Paul: Hello. Yes, um-- yeah, I know. Th-this is Paul Williams, and I'm a private investigator. I am calling on behalf of my client who is trying to locate a-a-a child that she gave up...

Nina: (Mouthing words)

Paul: For adoption. Hold on just a minute. Uh, she's--she's here, actually. Um, she can explain this better than I.

Nina: (Mouths word) Hi. I know its Christmas Eve, but, uh, I need to find my daughter. No, yes, we both do want this. She actually contacted me years ago and wanted to meet, but I-I couldn't because it was just, um, too painful. Yes, something has changed. I have found out that I have a genetic disorder, and I need to tell my daughter that she's at risk, as well. I understand your policy, but this is very, very important. I mean, her--her life could be at risk, so... okay, uh, just can you call us back at this number as soon as you talk to your supervisor? Excellent. I'll be right here waiting for it. Okay, thank you. Bye.

Paul: (Chuckles) Awesome.

Nina: (Laughing)

Kay: Thank you.

Man: Nice to meet you.

Neil: Thanks a lot. We'll be in touch, okay? All right. Well, Katherine, what do you think?

Kay: Sounds promising.

Neil: Yeah, I think so, too. I figure with the infusion of McCall's cash, now is the time to take advantage of opportunities like this.

Kay: Well, I promise you, I'll give it some serious thought, Neil.

Neil: Well, let's-- let's not think too long. I mean, we don't want to lose this.

Kay: We haven't even finalized things with Tucker McCall yet.

Neil: You're not concerned that he's gonna back out, are you?

Kay: No, of course not. I'm just not certain the timing is right for an acquisition this size.

Neil: Why don't we re-revisit it after the holidays? You know, if no one else has snapped it up, you may feel differently.

Kay: Yeah, well, I might. I might.

Neil: (Chuckles) You know, it's funny, my son said the same thing to me, you know, about revisiting a subject. I just wish I'd been-- I don't know-- I'd handled it more diplomatic like you. I-I-I was pretty harsh on him.

Kay: Well, perhaps now is the time for you to fix that.

Jack: ...Christmas and a happy new year

Emily: (Laughing) Ooh, ooh! Oh, thank God, a fire!

Jack: And hot apple cider.

Emily: What?! Santa Claus came early this year?

Jack: No, actually, this is the last thing my staff did for me before they left for the holidays.

Emily: Oh. Oh, my God, I can't believe I sang in front of people. (Chuckles)

Jack: Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?

Emily: Yeah. (Laughs) It was. It was, once I got over my stage fright.

Jack: You know, all this effort was to get you in the Christmas spirit. It's had an effect on me, too. I haven't been this happy or into the holiday season in years. I mean it, years. Patty's right, you know. You are an angel.

Patty: Merry Christmas, Jack.

Michael: Get it off.

Eden: I think it's gone. All right.

Michael: (Sighs) Everything?

Eden: Oh--

Lauren: There you are.

Daisy: Sorry I got so emotional.

Eden: (Scoffs)

Michael: I called a friend. He did some checking, and he verified your story.

Daisy: You want me to trust you, but you don't trust me?

Lauren: Well, you lied to us once.

Daisy: I told you why.

Eden: (Sarcastically) Mm-hmm.

Michael: Because you didn't want people to feel sorry for you.

Daisy: (Sighs) Look, if you don't believe me, it's fine.

Michael: I do.

Lauren: You know what? We can talk about this at length another time. Right now, I'd like you to come down to Fenmore's with me and help me with the last-minute rush, and then you are spending the holidays with us.

Eden: (Sighs)

Daisy: No, I-I-I couldn't.

Lauren: We insist.

Daisy: (Chuckles)

Gloria: You haven't said two words since we sat down.

Jeff: Well, I'm sure whatever I have to say wouldn't be nearly as interesting as your billionaire crush.

Gloria: Tucker? Just a little harmless flirtation, Honey. You would have done the same thing if you'd been a woman.

Jeff: That's a mental picture I could have done without.

Gloria: Lover man, we have to figure out what we're going to do with our newfound wealth.

Jeff: Why don't we try to hold onto it this time?

Gloria: I'm not saying do anything stupid with it. But there is one thing I've wanted for a very long time.

Jeff: (Chuckles) Diamonds? A yacht? Private plane?

Gloria: Jabot.

Roxanne: So your dad turned you down?

Devon: Yeah, he did, and, uh, I think it was about more than just me not graduating.

Roxanne: What do you mean?

Devon: Well, with, uh, you know, with what happened before with--with Tyra, um... I don't think he's completely forgiven me, unlike you, who's been more understanding than I deserve.

Roxanne: Well, not everybody deals with things the same way.

Devon: I know. And that's just it-- I don't think he ever had a chance to deal with it, 'cause once Lily got cancer, that's all that mattered.

Neil: Hey, guys.

Devon: Hey.

Neil: Hey, um...

Devon: (Clears throat)

Neil: Listen, Devon, a-about earlier, I-I'm sorry that I-I-I was-- I was harsh on you.

Devon: No, it's-- I-it's my fault. I let my grades slip.

Neil: I appreciate you saying that, but listen, it sounds like you have a lot to say, so I'm willing to listen.

Devon: Really? Well, that's great. Would you--would you like to hear my music first?

Neil: You know I'm a big fan--hey.

Kay: Uh, Devon, if, uh, you're trying to make a deal with your father and that girlfriend of yours, the best negotiator there is. Hi, Darling.

Devon: Well, maybe you can give me some tips on that.

Kay: (Laughs) Well...

Murphy: Some tips?

Devon: Yeah.

Murphy: Oh, you couldn't find a better teacher than my wife. After what I saw her pull off today...

Kay: (Sighs) Oh--

Murphy: There is nobody that can outmaneuver her.

Kay: Mur--Mur--Mur--Murphy.

Neil: Nice. Right, right.

Kay: It's true. (Laughs) Merry Christmas to you.

All: (Laugh)

Devon: Merry Christmas.

Roxanne: Merry Christmas.

Kay: Take care.

Neil: Merry Christmas to you, too. All right, Sweetheart, take care.

Murphy: Oh, well, we're gonna have one. Yeah, you take care.

Paul: The 30th? That's right.

Nina: (Mouthing words)

Paul: Y-yes, I know it's an unusual request. I understand that. I-I-I promise you, no one will know where I got this information. (Stammers) O-okay. Joanne Glover? Okay, is that-- is that, um, G-l-o-v-e-r? Uh-huh. Anything else? No, no, thank you. You've--you've been an enormous help. You have a wonderful Christmas. Thank you.

Nina: You did it!

Paul: (Chuckles) We did it.

Nina: (Laughs) Does this mean I get my "Junior detective" badge?

Paul: (Sighs) Yeah, I can order it right now, unless, um, you want to talk about the kiss.

Nina: Well, I happen to think talk is highly overrated.

Paul: You know what? So do I.

Jill: You know, as delighted as I am that you're coming to Christmas dinner tomorrow, I, uh...

Tucker: Afraid I won't be able to keep my hands off you?

Jill: (Chuckles)

Tucker: (Chuckles)

Jill: It's nobody's business what we do in private.

Tucker: I agree. But there is something exciting about having a little delicious secret.

Jill: Oh, there is.

Tucker: Mm.

Jill: Ahh. Mm.

Jack: Tell me what you're thinking.

Emily: (Sighs) What an amazing Christmas this is turning out to be.

Jack: So when Christmas comes to mind, your first thought won't be of how depressing it is for your patients.

Emily: No. My first thought will be about you.

Jack: And what a Christmas fiend I am?

Emily: How you made me fall in love with you.

Jack: What did you just say?

Emily: I love you, Jack.

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