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Episode # 9386 ~ Sharon & Phyllis' Alliance

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Proofread By Emma

Sarah: I can't tell you where we're going next because it's a surprise.

Fen: I want to go home.

Sarah: I thought you were enjoying mother/son night.

(Cell phone buzzes)

Michael: Hey, there you are.

Fen: Dad!

Michael: Aw, Buddy, how are you? (Sighs) Why haven't you returned any of my phone calls?

Sarah: You've been calling me? Wait. Oh, look, my phone's turned off. I'm sorry.

Michael: What possessed you to pick Fenmore up at Daniel's when I know Kevin told you not to?

Sarah: I wanted to spend time with my boy. Is that a crime?

Michael: Damn it, Lauren.

Sarah: You really don't trust me with him at all, do you?

(Cell phone rings)

Michael: Hold on. Hold on a second. Just a second. Just a minute, all right? I'm not goin' anywhere. Hello? Huh? What? Now? Yeah. Okay, yeah. All right. Uh, I gotta go. Something's up at the Abbotts'. I will drop Fenmore off at Gloria’s.

Sarah: I really wish things didn't have to be like this.

Michael: So do I.

Sarah: What? Oh, night, Fen.

Michael: Come on, Cowboy. We're gonna get you into bed. Oh, and by the way, we weren't able to get anything out of Ryder before the police released him.

Sarah: Oh, how disappointing.

Sarah: (Sighs) I am so sick of dealing with him. (Sighs) Thank God this is almost over. (Sighs)

Nikki: Well, hello. Sharon called and told me to meet everybody here.

Ashley: What's this about? Why are Heather and Rafe here?

Jack: The investigation into Adam's murder. Uh, this is evidently Phyllis and Sharon's little brainchild.

Billy: What's to talk about? Victor confessed.

Nikki: Oh, please. It doesn't mean he did it.

Ashley: Uh, while we're waiting for everybody to get here, I need to talk to you about something. It has to do with Tucker McCall.

Jack: He's a snake. He's not to be trusted. End of story.

(Doorbell rings)

Jack: Oh, excuse me.

Billy: (Clears throat)

Jack: Victoria, come on in.

Victoria: Hi, Jack. Sharon's helping Phyllis out of the car.

Jack: I got it from here.

Billy: Hi. You want to slug me or something? Get it out of your system?

Victoria: (Sighs) Maybe later. It'll give me something to look forward to.

Billy: Can we talk?

Victoria: No. Mom. Hi.

Nikki: Hi.

Jack: What is wrong with this picture?

Sharon: (Grunts) Don't get used to it. I was forced to help her up here.

Phyllis: Yeah, and don't blink.

Jack: How you doin', "Red"?

Phyllis: I am freaking out. I'm going stir-crazy. I'm over this chair.

Jack: Oh, well, "Smilin' Jack" to the rescue.

Phyllis: Oh, Jack, no, no, no!

Jack: (Grunts)

Phyllis: Oh, you don't have to-- Jack, you don't have to do this.

Jack: Come on.

Phyllis: You're crazy. Oh, my God. (Laughs) Jack, you don't have to do this.

Jack: Here you go.

Phyllis: Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you.

Billy: Sorry about last night... (Clears throat) Not showing up to the room.

Heather: Oh, I'll live.

Billy: You're not mad?

Heather: I have more important things to think about than a missed booty call from you.

Billy: Ouch. Okay.

[Heather remembering]

Emily: Patty knocked me out. She took my place. I was supposed to marry Jack. Um, you know what? I want you to take this cup. I drank out of it, and I want you to get my D.N.A. tested.

Patty: What is going on?

Jack: Hey, you're home.

Patty: Yeah, I was taking a nap. What is she doing here?

Jack: We're having a little meeting about Adam's murder investigation.

Patty: And you had to do it in our house?

Phyllis: Yeah, everybody's in the city.

Jack: Wait. Ex-excuse me, please.

Phyllis: Mm-hmm.

Jack: Excuse me. Could you be any ruder?

Patty: You don't care how I feel.

Jack: What are you talking about?

Patty: You bring my brother into town without telling me. Now you bring that woman into our house, and you know how I feel about her.

Jack: This is not a good time.

Patty: For what, Jack? Me? Our marriage? What?

Jack: Not now, I said.

Patty: Okay, wait a minute. Don't you dare walk away from me. You're gonna tell me how you're feeling.

Jack: I'm thinking we need some time apart.

Patty: You mean a separation.

Jack: (Sighs) Could we have this conversation when we're alone, please?

Patty: Fine. Yeah, I have a patient I have to see anyway. (Sighs)

Nick: Dad.

Victor: Son.

Nick: They haven't let us see each other since you confessed to Adam's murder. What's going on?

Owen: I wanted to talk to the two of you together.

Victor: Is our attorney on the way?

Owen: Oh, it's not an interrogation, Mr. Newman, just a friendly conversation.

Victor: Just a friendly conversation, huh? All right.

Phyllis: We called you all here because you know the D.A.'s office is out of control.

Billy: The D.A.'s office is out of control? What else is new?

Heather: All right, I may have been suspended, but I still work there.

Phyllis: We have to do something about the situation.

Jack: Like what? Form a lynch mob?

Phyllis: I'm sure everybody's aware that Victor has confessed to murdering Adam.

Sharon: And Nicholas is still in custody.

Phyllis: And the cops don't believe Victor, which means my husband can't tuck his daughter into bed at night.

Sharon: Or spend time with his baby. And it's not just Nicholas and Victor who's been targeted. Victoria has also been targeted and now released.

Victoria: And humiliated.

Phyllis: Bottom line, none of us are off the hook.

Jack: Well, I don't think they're going to be making any more arrests any time soon.

Sharon: We would all be in jail if Owen Pomerantz had his way.

Nikki: That man has been after us ever since that "Restless Style" article came out about our confrontation with Adam.

Ashley: He can't prove we did anything illegal.

Phyllis: And it's really making him mad.

Sharon: So he's making all of us suffer. So I think that we need to do something. We need to send a message that's gonna say, "We refuse to be treated this way."

Rafe: How you gonna do that?

Phyllis: Sue the D.A.'s office.

Heather: For what?

Phyllis: False imprisonment, malicious prosecution, harassment. Are you guys in?

Heather: (Sighs)

Daniel: (Sighs)

Amber: I asked you if there's enough between us to make our marriage work, and you want to play video games?

Daniel: Look, there's my point right there. How am I supposed to take care of a kid when I'm still a kid myself?

Amber: This is not a joke, Daniel.

Daniel: Amber, I'm tired of going in circles with this argument.

Amber: Oh, is this because it's Deacon's kid?

Daniel: No, it's not. No. No, it's because I told you I'm not ready to have kids yet. I mean, I don't know what you want me to do. You want me to tattoo it on my damn forehead?

Amber: Well, there has to be some way for us to work this out.

Daniel: Making me feel guilty about something that--that I don't have any control over is not the way.

Amber: How do you expect me just to shut this sweet little boy out of my life, especially when there's this dragon lady out here who threatened him, who--who might still want to hurt him?

(Cell phone rings)

Sarah: Oh, God, it's "Patty nut-cakes." Lauren speaking.

Patty: Nurse Sarah? It's Patty. You have to come to Emily's-- my office right away.

Sarah: Are you okay? You sound upset.

Patty: No, it's about your plan.

Sarah: You're not backing out, are you?

Patty: No. No way. I am sick of Phyllis putting her grubby hands all over my husband. It has to stop.

Sharon: So that's what we have so far, Michael.

Ashley: What do you think?

Heather: Well, you can count me out.

Rafe: Ditto.

Billy: Oh, come on. It's not like you owe the D.A.'s office any allegiances.

Heather: Being associated with this would tank our careers.

Phyllis: Your careers are already tanked, Heather.

Rafe: Hey, we're still trying to get our jobs back.

Heather: And, by the way, if you think that Owen is gonna be intimidated by this, you're wrong. The D.A.'s office gets suits like this all the time.

Nikki: Yeah, but if we all join together, it would be a lot more than just any old suit.

Heather: Because you're Newmans and Abbotts. I get it. Listen, all you guys have this sense of entitlement like you're above the law or something.

Rafe: Yeah, when you need something from Heather or me, you call us, but it's always about you guys. It's never about what's best for us.

Heather: Yeah, right. We gotta watch out for ourselves. Let's get outta here.

Sharon: Wait, Rafe. (Sighs)

Phyllis: All right. Is this a legitimate lawsuit?

Michael: In theory.

Jack: Could it backfire?

Michael: I won't lie to you. It's risky.

Victoria: How risky?

Michael: It could turn your battle with Pomerantz into World War III.

Ashley: Well, forget it then.

Phyllis: Ashley, come on.

Ashley: Look, Phyllis, Abby’s father is already behind bars. She doesn't need to have her mother sucked into this mess.

Phyllis: I understand that. I understand that. But considering the rampage that Pomerantz is on, there's no guarantee that you won't end up in that station.

Ashley: I understand that you and Sharon both have children that need their father at home. But nobody in my family has been arrested.

Nikki: Excuse me?

Ashley: Victoria and Nicholas are the ones who did not cooperate with the police. None of the Abbotts have confessed, Nikki.

Victoria: Wait a minute. You think that Nicholas or I did this?

Ashley: No, I don’t.

Victoria: (Scoffs)

Ashley: But I think you could be covering for someone.

Victoria: Dad.

Nikki: You actually think that Victor would murder his own son?

Ashley: After what Adam did? Making us believe that Faith was our daughter? Who could blame him if he did?

Owen: Your daughter bought the murder weapon. When we asked her about it, she clammed up. She had no alibi to substantiate her whereabouts the night Adam was killed. Billy Abbott tried to cover for her. Then you came along, claimed the pen was yours.

Nick: It was.

Owen: After we found out your wife and Sharon Newman hid your jacket with Adam's blood on it, we let your sister go and arrested you. And then lo and behold, you confess.

Victor: You got that about right.

Owen: I'm gonna give you one last chance to tell the truth.

Nick: I have. But you have ignored me to this point.

Victor: I killed Adam Wilson. My son did not.

Owen: I know when I'm being lied to, Mr. Newman. Whatever went down in that basement the night Adam died, there's more to it than one of you being guilty and one of you being innocent.

Victor: Mm-hmm. Any proof?

Owen: I would, if your family and the Abbotts would stop giving me the runaround.

Victor: No, Mr. Pomerantz, you're getting awfully worked up for someone who came in here to just have a friendly conversation, aren't you?

Owen: If I don't get answers from the two of you soon...

Victor: Mm-hmm.

Owen: I'm gonna get 'em another way.

Victor: So you're threatening us.

Owen: Call it what you like. But I'm gonna put pressure on everyone associated with this kangaroo court-- wives, ex-wives, everyone, until one of them cracks.

Amber: You think I'm overreacting.

Daniel: I just think that Deacon has admitted to manipulating you, all right? And I think that what better way than to tell you that this little kid you adore is in danger?

Amber: What if there's a dragon lady?

Daniel: (Sighs) He's safe with your mom. That's why Deacon left him there.

Amber: It doesn't fix the hole that's in my heart.

Daniel: Amber--

Amber: I'm sorry. I have tried accepting not having him in my life.

Daniel: (Sighs)

Amber: I have, but I can’t. He deserves better than Tawny.

Daniel: Okay, well, maybe we can find a happy medium. You know, something between you never seeing him again, and him moving in here.

Amber: Really?

Daniel: Yeah, just call your mom and make sure he's all right first.

Amber: (Laughs) Thank you.

Victor: I will not tolerate you persecuting my family.

Owen: Everyone I'm looking at has a legitimate motive.

Nick: Dad, you need to recant your confession.

Victor: Son, whether you like it or not, I killed Adam Wilson, all right?

Nick: Even the D.A. questions that.

Victor: He questions it because he wants to make a name for himself rather than getting to the truth.

Owen: Oh, you think that's what this is about?

Victor: Of course, Mr. Pomerantz. The more Newmans you arrest, the bigger it makes you feel as a man, doesn't it?

(Cell phone rings)

Owen: (Purses lips together) You keep this up, the people you care about are gonna pay the price. Yes? (Sighs) Can it wait? Oh... interesting.

Ashley: I don't want the D.A. anywhere near my family.

Sharon: Jack?

Phyllis: You're one of the first people that Pomerantz questioned.

Sharon: Thanks to your handkerchief being stuffed down Adam's throat.

Jack: Yeah, even Owen wasn't stupid enough to think I'd leave my calling card. No, Ladies, I'm not interested.

Nikki: Oh, every man for himself, right, Jack?

Jack: And why should I do "The mustache" any favors? If the positions were reversed, he'd kick me to the curb.

Victoria: Jack, come on. At least think about it.

Jack: Eh, there's nothing to think about. The Newmans want to be part of this suit? Fine. The Abbotts are gonna pass.

Billy: Not all of us. I'm in.

Jack: What?

Phyllis: Yes.

Michael: I didn't see that one coming.

Sarah: (Sighs)

Patty: Having problems with Lauren's hubby?

Sarah: (Sighs) It's driving me insane, pretending to be married to that creep. It's all I can do not to slit his throat.

Patty: That is the same way I feel about Phyllis, and I picture her in a coffin, and it cheers me right up. (Laughs)

Sarah: Well, you don't have to daydream anymore, Patty. Let's do it for real.

Patty: When?

Sarah: Tomorrow.

Patty: (Sighs)

Nick: The D.A.'s taking his sweet time.

Victor: Mm-hmm, observing us, waiting for us to buckle under the pressure.

Nick: Yeah, well, I'm glad they're listening.

Victor: Son--

Nick: Dad, this is stupid. It's stupid you taking the rap for this murder. You didn't do it.

Victor: Nicholas, we weren't in that basement together the whole time, were we?

Nick: So then you don't know what I was up to, either.

Victoria: Are you serious about participating in this lawsuit?

Billy: Yes, I am.

Ashley: What are you thinking?

Billy: Sharon and Phyllis are right. We need to stand up for ourselves.

Sharon: The D.A.'s not even looking at anyone else.

Phyllis: No, they're not. Just the people who were at the cabin.

Billy: Well, that's a mistake. Surely we're not the only people that Adam has victimized.

Michael: Oh, no, that line would wind around the block.

Billy: And he claimed he was attacked in prison. Maybe he's got a beef with an ex-con.

Nikki: The man could have been paroled and come after him.

Billy: Or the doc he blackmailed.

Ashley: Dr. Taylor?

Billy: Yeah, the good doctor ended up dead. Who's to say his family didn't want revenge?

Nikki: Adam was not very popular at Newman.

Victoria: Yeah, I still think he set up that woman to make it look like she called the S.E.C. on us.

Billy: What about all the people he, uh, crossed paths with in Boston, New York... (Chuckles) Hell, even here in Genoa City.

Phyllis: Exactly. Why is the D.A. not pursuing any of these people?

Jack: Because Victor already admitted to it.

Nikki: Well--

Sharon: But if the D.A. believed that, they would announce to the press that they had the murderer, and they would release Nicholas.

Phyllis: Exactly. And as long as this case is open, he will pursue his vendetta against us.

Billy: Maybe a lawsuit and some bad publicity will get him off his butt and make him do his job.

Sharon: Even if it is just to save face.

Billy: Jack, Ash, you sure you don't want to change your minds?

(Doorbell rings)

Jack: I'll get that.

Owen: Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?

Heather: Owen said that he appreciated our tip, and that he will remember our loyalty when the time comes.

Rafe: Well, I hope you're prepared for the fallout, Heather.

Heather: What, you mean my close friendship with the Abbotts and Newmans might be over?

Rafe: Good point. Still, it's not always easy doing the right thing.

Heather: (Sighs)

Rafe: What's the matter?

Heather: My dad and I visited the psych ward last night.

Rafe: Your Aunt Patty. Wow. Was it rough?

Heather: It was confusing.

Rafe: How so?

Heather: (Sighs) Well, when we were alone, she swore to me that she's Jack's wife Emily. And the weird part is, she really didn't seem that crazy.

Rafe: Well, that is what delusional people do. They try to convince themselves and other people that what they believe is true.

Heather: Yeah. (Sighs) Well, how often do they beg for a D.N.A. test to prove they're not lying?

Sarah: Here you go.

Patty: For Jack to pull me aside in front of everyone? And he talked down to me like I was a child. (Sniffles) He was...

Sarah: It's okay.

Patty: No, he was so mean to me, and it was all because of her!

Sarah: (Sighs) I just disgusting what Phyllis is doing, putting doubts in your husband's head. You know, she's doing the same thing with Michael about me.

Patty: She is?

Sarah: Yes. She's telling him he can't trust me, that I'm not the woman I used to be. (Scoffs) When I think of the two of them talking behind my back...

Patty: You know, people always talk about me behind my back. They call me... (Singsong voice) "Patty is a cuckoo bird. Patty is a doormat. You let everybody just walk all over you, Patty."

Sarah: Mm. Not anymore. Patty's taking her life back.

Patty: (Normal voice) Nurse Sarah... (Sniffles) I'm so glad to have you in my life. You understand.

Sarah: I do. And it must have been so horrible for you to watch Jack carry Phyllis into the house like a bride.

Patty: Right. After I just told him that she--she caused me to miscarry.

Sarah: (Sighs)

Patty: And now... (Voice breaking) Now we're having a separation.

Sarah: Oh. (Sighs) Some women just don't care who they hurt. And men, they are morons, falling for that type, never realizing what evil bitches they really are.

Patty: (Sighs) (Normal voice) No, you know what? When I left that house... Jack can never see her again, ever.

Sarah: Well, he won’t.

Patty: Nurse Sarah. (Laughs) You're really gonna kill Phyllis for me?

Sarah: As long as you kill Michael for me.

Patty: (Sighs) But, um, what if--what if, uh, what if we get caught? (Sniffles)

Sarah: Not a chance.

Patty: Um, really? I mean, how can you be so sure about that?

Sarah: Because I've worked everything out down to the very last detail.

Amber: Mm.

Daniel: Mm. (Chuckles)

Amber: To be continued.

Daniel: Oh, you get your butt back here, woman.

Amber: Oh, wait, wait. As soon as I call my mom. (Sighs) (Sighs) Her phone's been disconnected. Deacon said that they were living in Furnace Creek.

Daniel: Well, you know, it wouldn't be the first time that your mom's had her phone shut off for not paying the bill.

Amber: I'm going out there.

Daniel: Okay, uh, that is a stupid idea. What do you need to fly hundreds of miles for when you don't even know if anything is wrong?

Amber: Well... (Sighs) Well--well, I mean, what else do you... (Stammers) Want me to do? I mean...

Daniel: Try calling the Sherriff. See if he can send someone out there to check on Tawny's trailer.

Amber: Okay. Okay, yes. (Sighs) Furnace Creek, uh, Sherriff’s department, please. (Sighs) Please, God, let Little D. be okay. (Sighs)

Nick: This has gone too far.

Victor: You know what a temper I have. After I learned what Adam had done to Ashley and Sharon--?

Nick: Look, you keep this up, and they're gonna start believing you.

Victor: Son, the only thing you should be concerned about is getting out of here.

Nick: You, too.

Victor: You have one little girl who's wondering where the hell her father is, and a little baby who is just getting to know you. Now you get out of here.

Owen: When I realized my favorite people of interest were gathered in one room, I had to come.

Ashley: I'm sure you couldn't wait to get here.

Michael: Nobody has anything to say to you, Mr. Pomerantz.

Owen: Well, then I'll do the talking. I'd like to give you all a chance to clear yourselves.

Phyllis: How?

Owen: Take lie detector tests.

Michael: All right, "A" it's inadmissible in court, "B" because it's flawed.

Owen: Well, cheaper than a lawsuit.

Jack: Then Heather told you.

Owen: If you continue to interfere with my investigation, if you proceed with this ridiculous idea to sue my office, I will charge you all with conspiracy to commit murder.

Victoria: (Scoffs) You wouldn't dare.

Michael: It'll never hold up.

Owen: Well, let the lawyers fight it out while you sit in your cells.

Billy: He's bluffing.

Owen: Try me. I realize only one person drove that pen into Adam's chest. But each of you has tried to cover up what happened that night in one way or the other. I wouldn't be surprised if you all stood around and watched Adam die.

Sharon: You can't be serious.

Nikki: That is utterly absurd.

Phyllis: You're crazy.

Owen: Prove it. I made you an offer. The ball's in your court now.

Amber: Okay. Um, yeah, I see. (Sighs) Thanks. That was the Sherriff. Tawny's trailer looked fine. It wasn't broken into. But no one was home.

Daniel: They could be out running errands.

Amber: Well, he left a note for Tawny to call me.

Daniel: Good. Can you stop freakin' out now, please?

Amber: I know why you don't want me to go.

Daniel: Why?

Amber: Because if Little D.'s in trouble and if he needs me--

Daniel: Amber, you know, let's just not get ahead of ourselves. Why don't you wait until you hear from your mom, okay?

Amber: (Sighs) 24 hours. And if she hasn't called by then, then I'm going to Furnace Creek.

Jack: Now you see why this lawsuit's a bad idea?

Ashley: Exactly right. Now the man's playing hardball.

Sharon: He's just trying to put us on the defensive.

Phyllis: Thanks to Heather.

Nikki: (Scoffs) God, the nerve of him asking us to take polygraphs?

Michael: It's a ploy to get you to incriminate yourselves or somebody else.

Billy: Well, to hell with that.

Victoria: Michael, what's your take?

Phyllis: Well, you said if the D.A. has a case, it wouldn't hold up, right?

Michael: Uh, well, you'll still have the fun of being arrested and being put in jail.

Sharon: But only for one night, right?

Michael: Well... (Sighs) Well, unless there's some evidence that I don't know about, he won't be able to hold you on conspiracy charges, but the--the lesser matter of obstruction of justice, well, that's--

Phyllis: Okay, what do you mean? What do you mean? What are you saying?

Michael: Attempting to get rid of Nicholas' jacket was not the most well-thought-out idea.

Nikki: I'll bet you anything Pomerantz will back down.

Michael: Nikki, he can still make your lives pretty miserable.

Victoria: Well, he already is.

Phyllis: If he wants a fight, let's give him a fight.

Billy: Damn straight.

Michael: All right, before we get too indignant, remember who started this.

Phyllis: Oh, what, the kangaroo court? (Scoffs)

Michael: Oh, well, since then, uh, you've lied to the authorities. You've attempted to hide evidence. You've... (Sighs)

Nikki: What are you saying?

Michael: Uh, instead of making matters worse, I suggest you start cooperating.

Rafe: You're gonna have the paper cup tested?

Heather: (Sighs) What are the chances that Emily is institutionalized and my mentally ill aunt is living with Jack?

Rafe: Almost zero.

Heather: Almost?

Rafe: Well, I mean, we're lawyers. We--we don't rule anything out without some kind of proof.

Heather: True.

Rafe: Still, if I had to say? Yeah, the woman you saw last night was Patty.

Heather: Of course it was. So why is this bothering me so much?

Patty: (Sighs)

Sarah: You seem nervous.

Patty: Well, I-I-I get why I need an airtight alibi while you kill Phyllis, but... (Sighs) Why the police station?

Sarah: What could be more perfect?

Patty: But I've already been there twice, y-you know, t-to talk to them about Adam's murder.

Sarah: Then make up a detail, anything.

Patty: (Sighs) You know what? I don't know.

Sarah: You've been putting on the performance of a lifetime for months-- pretending to be a psychiatrist, Jack's wife?

Patty: I am Jack's wife.

Sarah: Compared to that, this is nothing. You just have to remember, timing is the key.

Patty: So I need to be out of there by the time you call 9-1-1.

Sarah: Right.

Patty: Right.

Sarah: And that's when you surprise Michael.

Patty: You mean get rid of him for you.

Sarah: I'll be giving a grief-stricken statement to the cops as to how my best friend was murdered in front of me.

Sarah: (Whispers) This will work, Patty. But you have to be committed. You have to put forth the effort. Can you do it?

Patty: For Jack, I can do anything.

Billy: Uh, I overheard you tell your mom you were gonna be here.

Victoria: Maybe I wanted you to know.

Billy: Really? (Clears throat)

Victoria: Um, I'm not good at... (Sighs) Apologies.

Billy: Ah. Were you planning on apologizing to somebody?

Victoria: I realize I wasn't very nice to you after you tried to help me in court.

Billy: Eh, you were having a pretty bad day.

Victoria: I know you meant well.

Billy: (Sighs) Hey, what can I tell you? I'm a romantic. Instead of flowers, I come equipped with alibis.

Victoria: And I also appreciate you supporting the lawsuit.

Billy: Well, I'm not doing it for, uh, your dad or Nick.

Victoria: Oh, right. God forbid.

Billy: Mnh-mnh, just lookin' out for number one.

Victoria: Yep, naturally.

Billy: I irritate the hell out of you, don't I?

Victoria: Yes...

Billy: Yeah. Yep.

Victoria: Like nails on a chalkboard.

Billy: (Laughs) Yeah.

Victoria: That doesn't mean that I'm entirely repulsed by the idea of spending time with you.

Billy: Whoa, take it easy there, Baby. That might just go straight to my head. Thank you.

Victoria: Sometimes, I find you rather endearing.

Billy: Yeah? Well, you know... (Clears throat) We do seem to be rather attracted to each other, just a little bit.

Victoria: What are you doing?

Billy: What am I-- I'm trying to kiss you. Uh...

Victoria: What, are you crazy? Not in public. Sheesh.

Billy: Are you crazy? The cat's out of the bag. I mean, your dad and J.T., they both know, so come here. (Laughs)

Victoria: We're not a couple, not yet, Billy, maybe not ever.

Billy: Mm. Are you playing hard to get?

Victoria: Is that a problem?

Billy: Oh, hell, no. I love a challenge. (Taps rhythmically on bar top)

Victor: About time you got back to us.

Owen: Well, I thought if I let you stew long enough, you'd think of something new to say.

Nick: Well, you thought wrong.

Victor: I do have something to say.

Owen: By all means.

Victor: You have no right holding an innocent man.

Owen: So you finally admit you didn't do it?

Victor: I'm talking about Nicholas.

Owen: What about him?

Victor: If you do not release him, I'm gonna talk to my lawyer and have him file an action against you.

Owen: Officers, take these men back to their cells.

Victor: I mean it, Mr. Pomerantz. Do not drag your feet.

Owen: You're in no position to be making demands. Hmm?

Owen: (Sighs)

Man: Ha ha. Early birthday present.

Owen: What is this? A broken cell phone?

Man: With Adam Wilson’s prints all over it.

Owen: Its pretty beat up.

Man: Smoke and water will do that.

Owen: This is one of the items from the, uh, club basement?

Man: Yes, Sir.

Owen: All right, take it back to the lab. See if they can salvage something useful.

Man: Okay.

Owen: (Sighs)

Phyllis: You know, our case would have been a lot stronger if we'd all banded together.

Jack: We may disagree on the lawsuit. I understand why you're desperate to go after the D.A.

Michael: Owen's on a power trip.

Phyllis: Every minute my husband spends in that jail, I hate that man more and more.

Michael: I will get Nicholas out as quick as I can.

Sarah: I made a stop on the way over. I believe you know how to use it.

Patty: I sure do.

Rafe: Heather, this thing with your aunt... (Sighs) It's not worth losing sleep over.

Heather: So you think that I should just throw the cup away and not think about it again.

Rafe: No, what I'm saying is, knowing you, you're gonna fixate on this, right? So why not test? What do you got to lose, except a couple hundred bucks?

Heather: Well, when you put it that way... (Sighs) Hi, um, this is Heather Stevens. Um, I'm--I'm not calling in a professional capacity. This is, um, personal.

Heather: I need a D.N.A. test.

Phyllis: Hey, Michael, thanks for helping us out.

Michael: What are friends for?

Phyllis: You two look like hell.

Michael: (Sighs)

Jack: Gee, thanks.

Phyllis: (Chuckles) I understand. You got your hands full.

Jack: An understatement.

Phyllis: You're still worried about Lauren, and you're dealing with all this craziness regarding Adam's case.

Jack: And here you've lost your chance to be a prima ballerina.

Phyllis: (Laughs)

Michael: (Chuckles)

Phyllis: You know what I need?

Jack: A good stiff drink. So do I.

Michael: Mm.

Phyllis: (Whispers) Hey.

Michael: (Whispers) What?

Phyllis: You know you can talk to me.

Michael: I know.

Phyllis: Day or night, I'm here for you.

Michael: (Sighs)

Patty: Bang, bang.

Sarah: Good riddance.

Patty: (Sighs)

Sarah: Oh, and as of tomorrow night, I can start over as the newly widowed and fabulously wealthy Lauren Fenmore.

Patty: And with Phyllis out of the way, I can remind Jack that I'm the love of his life.

Sarah: It was a stroke of luck crossing paths again.

Patty: Yeah, what are the odds? (Laughs) A billion to one?

Sarah: I don't know. But I think we make one hell of a team.

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

Michael: I have to consider a legal separation.

Ryder: Michael and Phyllis are gonna die tonight.

Emily: (Singsong voice) Someone's losing their marbles.

Patty: (Sobs) Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

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