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Episode # 9773 ~ Avery Accuses Phyllis of Theft

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Emma

Adam: So much for lawyer-client privilege.

Avery: Excuse me?

Adam: I told you about that memory card in confidence, and you went running to the cops, didn't you?

Avery: Unlike you, I have ethics. I didn't tell anyone, not that I didn't want to.

Adam: Mm, how did Malloy find out about this?

Avery: Because they dragged the creek for the Jenkins murder investigation. Call it a hand of fate, Adam. I'm just glad they did it.

Adam: And this all miraculously came out the day that Sharon's trial resumed? The state bar might be interested to find out about this.

Avery: You're just upset because you didn't get to be the one to save her from a situation you put her in, and I am so glad about that, 'cause you did not deserve to be her hero.

Sharon: This, I think, is the most incredible morning of my life. I woke up in my own bed in my own house and with my wonderful children.

Noah: Well, you left out "Brilliant," "Clever," and "Talented."

Sharon: Oh, yeah, those, too.

Victor: I'm so happy to see you home again.

Noah: I bet it's pretty intense down at the guardhouse, huh?

Victor: Well, you know, it's swarming with reporters. They want to get a shot of your mother now that she's free. I'll beef up security for a while, okay?

Sharon: (Sighs) I just want things to get back to normal.

Victor: You mentioned that you might want a few days with Faith to go away on vacation. If you still intend to do that, then just know my jet is at your disposal, okay?

Noah: Well, I think you should do it, Mom. Seriously. You two get away someplace quiet where you can reconnect.

Sharon: Believe me, your father would never let that happen.

(Knock on door)

Victor: Come in.

Noah: Hey, Dad.

Nick: The gang's all here.

Victor: Hey, Son.

Faith: Hi, Daddy.

Victor: (Laughs)

Sharon: Daddy.

Faith: (Babbles)

Victor: That's daddy. That's right.

Faith: Daddy. Hi, Daddy.

Victor: Well, Noah and I were just about to take Faith to see the horses.

Sharon: (Gasps)

Nick: Let's do it.

Sharon: You want to see the horses? Go with Noah. Your brother's gonna take you to see the horseys.

Victor: Go with Noah, okay?

Sharon: Fun.

Faith: Go see the horseys?

Noah: The horseys?

Faith: The horseys. I want to see.

Sharon: (Chuckles) She's so cute.

Victor: (Quietly) Um, why don't you bring it up with him? Never know what happens.

Faith: Go outside.

Noah: Are you gonna keep me company?

Faith: Yep.

Noah: Outside with us? Want to go outside with Grandpa?

Victor: (Normal voice) There you are.

Noah: Dad...

Victor: Let's get this coat.

Noah: I think it's a good idea.

Victor: And my coat.

Nick: Okay.

Victor: Put it on you, Sweetheart. Here we go. Whoa.

Noah: Let's do it outside.

Victor: Oh, outside. Outside. Okay.

Nick: What's a good idea?

Sharon: (Sighs) Nick, Faith and I have been separated for a long time, and we need to bond again.

Nick: So you want more time with Faith?

Sharon: Yes, but not here. I want to take her away on a trip. I know that you said you don't trust me, but I'm hoping that you will give us this time together, away from the media circus. My daughter and I need each other, Nick. Please say that you'll let us do this.

Phyllis: Hi.

Ronan: My favorite suspect.

Phyllis: Am I still on your list?

Ronan: Right on top of it.

Phyllis: Wow. What's a girl gotta do to get the heat off?

Chance: That picture that's in the paper-- what's the deal with that? I mean, is Heather with... is Heather with Adam?

Paul: Hell, no. He played her yet again. He bought her drinks, got her to let her guard down. Then he lured her up into his room where he had a photographer waiting.

Chance: Why?

Paul: It was his twisted way of getting a mistrial so Sharon could build a defense. If the prosecutor...

Chance: (Sighs)

Paul: Was having a fling with one of the state's main witnesses, they--

Chance: Damn. Damn. Um, so is there any way that this whole thing's gonna blow over for Heather?

Paul: Spencer already fired her. Heather's devastated, and it's all because of Adam.

Chance: That would be his specialty, wouldn't it? Wrecking other people's lives.

(Footsteps approach)

Avery: You okay?

Ricky: No, no, no, I'm not okay. These pictures are everywhere. Take a look. (Sighs)

Avery: "Free... and easy." Oh, boy.

Ricky: When the charges were dropped against Sharon, I thought I could just shred 'em, delete them from my camera. Obviously, Phyllis doesn't care if this is gonna hurt Heather. All she cares about is her damn story.

Avery: Well, I drew up the paperwork last night if you want to go through with the civil suit.

Ricky: What are my chances?

Avery: She published your pictures without your permission. I'd say it's a slam dunk. But if you're gonna pursue this, you have to claim ownership. Everyone will know you took those pictures.

Ricky: No. No way. Forget it. I can't have Heather ever finding out about this or dad.

Avery: Could be a huge award.

Ricky: It's not worth it.

Avery: All right, it's your call, but if I were you... (Sighs) I would sue.

Heather: I need to speak with my brother.

Ricky: What's up?

Heather: I heard something last night-- something that was so upsetting, I could barely sleep, and I tracked you down so I could hear the truth.

Ricky: About?

Heather: Tell me Phyllis was lying, Ricky. Tell me that you didn't really take those pictures.

Phyllis: Keep the change.

Paul: You know, I hope the day never comes when someone does to your daughter what you and Adam did to mine.

Phyllis: Oh. Me and Adam? Get your facts straight before you attack me.

Paul: Oh, really? You're going to deny working with that sleaze? Well, then why don't you explain yourself?

Phyllis: I didn't work with Ad--I will. I didn't work with Adam. This move is vintage Adam. We were not in cahoots, Paul. You know, I-I never even knew about those photographs until a photographer brought them to me hoping to cash in.

Paul: Okay, who was the photographer? Give me a name.

Phyllis: You're the detective. You figure it out.

Avery: I think I left some files in my room. Excuse me.

Heather: Phyllis was lying. Right, Ricky?

Ricky: (Stammers) (Sighs) I never gave her those pictures. She stole them and then she put them on the internet without my permission.

Heather: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. So she was telling the truth. You took them?!

Ricky: If you'd just let me explain, we--we--

Heather: I mean, how could my own brother do this to me?

Woman: Hey, Karen Dodd with "The Chronicle." Is it true you were having sex with a witness in the Sharon Newman case?

Man: And who took the photos?

Ricky: Ms. Stevens has nothing to say about this right now. Now get the hell out.

Man: Okay.

Heather: Do you see what you've done? You're as bad as they are. Oh, my God, Ricky, what did-- what did I ever do to you?

Ricky: (Sighs) I'm sorry. I promise, I'll make this better.

Heather: No! You can't. You can't make this better. Just-- just get away from me, okay? I can't stand to be near you.

Heather: (Sighs)

(Footsteps approach)

Nick: Feel free to swing by the tack house and get whatever you'll need for Faith.

Victor: Son, I'm very glad you're making this possible, all right?

Nick: Hey, Beautiful, you're gonna go on a trip with mommy, okay? Daddy loves you so much, and I'll see you soon. Mwah! You be a good girl.

Noah: Hey, Faith, I am gonna make a snack for you and Mom on the plane. You want to help me? You want to help?

Faith: Mm, yeah.

Noah: Come on, let's go.

Victor: Sharon, I'm going to call the pilot, get it ready, okay?

Sharon: Okay. Um... (Clears throat) I know that you must feel like you're--you're taking a real chance.

Nick: Yesterday, I would have felt that way. But today, I know I'm looking at the Sharon I used to know.

Sharon: Well, Faith is my priority, my only priority.

Nick: I know you'd never do anything to hurt her. So I want you to have a good trip. You two have a lot of time to make up for.

Sharon: Thank you. You have no idea what a great gift this is.

Nick: Well, keep in touch.

Sharon: All right, every day.

Nick: Come here.

Ronan: What in the hell was Heather thinking messing around with Adam Newman?

Chance: (Sighs) Paul told me that Adam maneuvered the whole thing, trying to force a mistrial so he could help Sharon. No one knew that you were gonna show up at the courtroom with that memory card and save the day, though.

Ronan: So if the pictures weren't needed anymore, then...

Chance: Why were they published? Pure sensationalism. I bet the guy that took the pictures-- the guy with the camera-- made a nice little buck.

Ronan: Where does this leave Heather exactly?

Chance: (Sighs) Unemployed.

Ronan: What is it with that girl, huh? I mean, she can't seem to catch a break.

Heather: Thanks for ruining my life... again. I guess it serves me right for thinking that you could ever have even an ounce of humanity.

Adam: (Sighs) I didn't have anything to do with those pictures being published.

Heather: You set me up, Adam. You had my own brother take them. You may not have handed the prints to Phyllis, but you were prepared to expose me in court.

Adam: This was never about you, Heather.

Heather: No, of course not, because nothing you ever do is about anyone but yourself. Someday, Adam, all the terrible things that you've done are going to catch up with you. Too bad I won't be around to see it happen.

Heather: And you-- trashing my career just to sell a few magazines. That was... just plain cruel and unnecessary. The trial was over. Sharon was free. I really thought you were a better man than that, Nick.

Victor: You take-- you take the orange one, okay? Now let's see. I do the--I--there we go. You see? There we go. You got everything?

Sharon: Um, I think so.

Victor: All right.

Noah: Hey, Mom, did you remember to pack Lulu?

Sharon: Oh, my gosh, uh, which one is that?

Noah: It's the lamb. It's her new favorite. I-I can check the room over at Dad's if you want.

Sharon: Would you mind?

Noah: Yeah, sure. Okay, I will be right back.

Victor: Noah's gonna take you. Noah's gonna take you. That's right.

Noah: Hey, let's go make sure you have all the animals...

Victor: Then we'll finish coloring.

Noah: You want to take with you.

Faith: My blankie!

Victor: You want to take it?

(Voices overlapping)

Victor: That's right. Can't go without the blankie.

Faith: I need to color.

Noah: We're gonna color, too.

Victor: That's right.

Faith: I need to color.

Noah: Can you reach the jacket for me?

Victor: She's so sweet.

Sharon: (Chuckles)

Victor: Put on your coat.

Sharon: Lulu, I mean, I-I should have known about Lulu. I just--I-I've missed so much time with her.

Victor: You will rectify that now, okay? Once you're ready, I'll have my helicopter take you to the airport. Then you're gonna be on the runway before the press gets wind of it.

Sharon: I can't thank you enough for standing by me.

Victor: If you need anything, you'll call, all right?

Sharon: I know you're the one person I can count on. I'm gonna miss you.

Victor: I'm gonna miss you, too.

Victor: Okay.

Sharon: (Sighs)

Sharon: (Sighs)

(Cell phone rings) (Ring) (Ring) (Ring)

Adam: Sharon?

Sharon: Hi. I need to see you right away. Can you come over to my house?

Phyllis: Oh, my goodness. Wow, 5,000 more hits-- insane. You go, Heather. Go!

Nick: Yeah, we'll see how proud you are when we're sued into oblivion.

Phyllis: What, you couldn't change Avery's mind when you went after her last night?

Nick: I've just seen firsthand the destruction you've wreaked on Heather's life.

Phyllis: Nick, why did you buy this magazine back from Billy if you don't want to be a success?

Nick: (Sighs) You crossed the line--again, like you did with the Devon story, and I am tired of being the only person in the room who's aware of the collateral damage that you've caused.

Phyllis: Are you kidding me? I did not make Heather make out with Adam. I did not make her go into his hotel room.

Nick: I'm not talking about Heather. I'm talking about what your impulsive behavior has also done to us.

Phyllis: Wow. Last I knew, my "Impulsive behavior" got you kind of hot.

Nick: There's nothing hot about being reckless with other people's lives.

Adam: I hoped you'd call. I'm glad you did.

Sharon: I know you what did-- setting up Heather with those photos, like some misguided attempt at a mistrial would make up for all the damage you've done.

Adam: Sharon--I was helping you.

Sharon: You had nothing to do with my being freed. In fact, I'm positive that it was you who tried to destroy the one piece of evidence that proved I did not kill Skye.

Adam: That evidence wouldn't have existed if I hadn't gone to Thailand and hunted down Koa. When everyone thought that you were dead, Sharon, including myself, I had every single memory card searched to clear your name. No one else did that. I did. You are free because of that memory card, and that memory card exists because of me.

Sharon: And how many months did I spend in prison because of your jealousy and your vindictiveness?

Adam: Why am I here?

Sharon: Because I wanted to tell you to your face that I'm going out of town, and I don't ever, ever want to see you again.

Adam: Where are you going?

Sharon: Somewhere where I can reconnect with my child, the one that you have continuously kept me from. And somewhere where I can find myself again.

Adam: Like New Orleans? Sharon, if you think you can push me out of your life entirely, then you're kidding yourself. You and I cannot quit each other. You know that, and I know that. Someday, you'll need me.

Sharon: Never again.

Adam: And when that day comes, the question will be, will I still be there?

Sharon: Don't hold your breath.

Sharon: It's Sharon. I'm ready. We can leave anytime.

Phyllis: Let me tell you something, I saved Sharon from a lifetime in prison. I did that solely. You should be thanking me. Instead, you're jumping down my throat.

Nick: Those pictures that you put online did not exonerate Sharon. It was the memory card that got the charges dropped.

Phyllis: That I found.

Nick: The memory card was the story. That's the story, all right? Instead, you stole photographs from a trial from an attorney.

Phyllis: (Scoffs)

Nick: And you didn't bother telling me.

Phyllis: Nick, why are you doing this? We are trying to sell magazines.

Nick: It's not about magazines!

Phyllis: We are trying to run a magazine!

Nick: It's not about magazines. It's not even about Adam and Heather. This is about you stealing from your sister, because you knew it would piss her off.

Ricky: I'm suing the bitch. I want Phyllis to pay for this.

Avery: Trust me, she will. In addition to seeking redress for publishing the work without permission or recompense, I think... I think we should tack on emotional pain and suffering for the damage this has caused your relationship with your family.

Ricky: Right on. I want you to get every nickel you can. I want to teach Phyllis a lesson that she will never forget.

Paul: You're leaving town? When?

Heather: My flight's in a couple of hours.

Paul: Wow. (Sighs) I, um, well, I guess, um, getting out of town for a bit isn't the worst idea.

Heather: It's a one-way ticket. I'm not coming back.

Paul: Oh, Honey--

Heather: Please, please don't try to talk me out of it, okay? I mean, this town has just been one disaster after another. (Sighs)

Paul: You know, we can get through this. We can. You know, you, your brother, and I, we're just starting to become a family. We even talked about spending the holidays together, right?

Heather: After what he did to me, I never want to see him again.

Paul: What? Wh-what did he do?

Heather: Well, let's put it this way-- Ricky's idea of being a journalist is joining the paparazzi.

Paul: Are you telling me that it was Ricky that took the pictures?

Heather: Yeah. Pretty mind-blowing, huh?

Paul: A-are you sure? I mean, I-it's not a mistake? Are you sure it was him?

Heather: When I confronted him about it, he admitted it. What kind of a person does this?

Paul: I-- I have no idea. I'm so sorry.

Heather: I just-- I need to get away for a while, clear my head, make a fresh start, figure out what I am gonna do with myself if I can't be a lawyer anymore. Will you at least try to understand?

Paul: I do. Just don't, um, ask me to be happy about it.

Heather: Well, I'm not too thrilled with the way things turned out, either.

Paul: So, um, where will you go?

Heather: I was thinking of staying with mom for a while. It's a lot easier to be anonymous in New York City than here.

Paul: Yeah. Is there anything I can do for you on this end?

Heather: Well... (Sighs) I already sublet the apartment and most of the furniture, but if you could sell my car, that'd be helpful.

Paul: I'll take care of it.

Heather: Thanks... for everything.

Heather: (Sighs)

Adam: Hey, hold up a second.

Ricky: What?

Adam: I'm sorry our, uh, little collaboration didn't go as we'd hoped, but you really delivered, Kid. You can be my go-to guy.

Ricky: (Scoffs) How about you go to hell? I don't want to be your friend, Adam. I don't want to work with you. I am nothing like you. If it were up to me, I'd never deal with you again.

Phyllis: Oh, my God. I cannot believe this. I cannot believe that you are taking that woman's side!

Nick: Oh, that is enough. That is--lower your voice.

Phyllis: I cannot believe you!

Nick: Lower your voice. Guys, can you just... that's enough. That is not what I am doing.

Phyllis: What are you doing?

Nick: I'm trying to get you to open your eyes to see how much useless energy you are wasting competing with this woman.

Phyllis: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I am competing with her? You have no idea who she is. You have no idea what you are talking about.

Nick: Okay.

Phyllis: (Sighs)

Avery: Good, you're here. I have something for you.

Phyllis: What do you want?

Avery: Take it. You've just been served. Ricky Williams is suing you for using his work without payment or permission.

Nick: That is awesome.

Avery: Well, that's just the beginning, Nick. I'm also filing a criminal complaint. Those photographs were part of a defense exhibit for a murder trial, that you stole out of a courtroom, no less. Good luck finding any leniency with the judge on that one. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be broke and on your way to prison, but then, it wouldn't be the first time, would it?

Phyllis: I cannot believe that.

Nick: Really? You can't?

Phyllis: You have no idea who she is. You have no clue.

Nick: Avery's not the problem, Phyllis.

Phyllis: Oh, of course she's not the problem! Right?!

Nick: You never consider the consequences of your actions.

Phyllis: Consequences? Really? You want some consequences, Baby? Watch this.

(Knock on door)

Heather: Chance?

Chance: Hi.

Heather: What are you doing here?

Chance: I, um, I thought maybe you could use a friend.

Chance: (Sighs) You're leaving?

Heather: (Sighs)

Chance: I'm sorry.

Heather: Me, too. But it's what I have to do.

Adam: Sorry, I'm all out of sugar.

Victor: Sharon told me all about your visit before she left. How does it feel to realize you no longer have any power over her?

Adam: If you came here to gloat, you can go now.

Victor: Wait a minute. Just one moment. Now that Sharon is gone and the trial is over and your hedge fund is in limbo, and you probably don't know what the hell to do with your time...

Adam: You here to tell me to leave town for the 8,000th time?

Victor: I'm here to give you reason to stay.

Avery: (Sighs)

(Knock on door)

Avery: (Sighs)

Avery: Nick.

Nick: Yeah, sorry for, uh, just stopping by. I should have called first, but I really need to talk to you.

Avery: I'm gonna guess Phyllis doesn't know you're here.

Nick: Is there any way we can make this go away without calling the police or taking this to court?

Avery: (Sighs)

Nick: Honestly, Ricky can name his price with me, and I will pay him because of those photos.

Avery: You know, it must be nice for Phyllis having you around to clean up all her messes.

Nick: I don't approve of what she did, Avery, but "Restless Style" is mine, all right? It belongs to me, so I'd like to make this right.

(Knock on door)

Sharon: (Gasps) Surprise! (Giggles)

Sam: Hey.

Sharon: Faith, can you say hi to Sam?

Faith: Hi.

Sam: How are you, Faith? (Stammers) I had no... I mean, I did... (Sighs) Get in here, Woman.

Sharon: (Laughs) Are you sure that it's okay? I mean, you know, that we're here.

Sam: Come on. You don't have to ask.

Chance: So what time is your plane?

Heather: Uh, not till 6:00, but I have to stop by the post office on my way to the airport to ship-- oh. (Laughs)

Chance: Thank you.

Heather: To ship all these boxes, so, um, the cab is coming pretty soon.

Chance: Why don't you cancel it? I'll give you a lift.

Heather: All right, "A," I'm sure you have better things to do, and "B," I... hate good-byes at the airport.

Chance: (Chuckles) Fine. We don't have to say good-bye. We could, um, we can say "Catch you later." How about that? Or "See you soon," or something else, something other.

Heather: (Chuckles)

Chance: All right? And also, we--we can talk. You know, we keep in contact on--on FacePlace and sending e-mails and we can still send those cheesy Christmas cards with the pictures in the hats and...

Heather: (Laughs) You're a good guy.

Chance: You, too-- Girl. You--

Heather: (Laughs)

Chance: You're a good-- you know what? I'm--you know what I mean, right?

Heather: I do.

Ricky: When Adam called me, I didn't know it was Heather.

Paul: When you found out it was your sister, you should have put your camera down and walked away. There never should have been any pictures, because you never should have taken them!

Ricky: I'll make it up to her.

Paul: Oh, really? How are you gonna do that? You have destroyed her life here. She's leaving town. She's--she's leaving tonight.

Ricky: Well, then we gotta stop her.

Paul: How are you gonna stop her even if you could? You know, there are some things that can't be undone. If you had a shred of decency to you...you're my son. But, really, Ricky? Really, who the hell are you?

Piper: I rushed right over as soon as my chores were done.

Sam: Good. You ready for your surprise?

Faith: (Babbles) Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Piper: Sharon!

Sharon: Hi, Piper.

Piper: Oh, my gosh. I've missed you so much!

Sharon: (Chuckles) I missed you, too, Sweetheart.

Piper: Are you... I mean, is it okay and everything?

Sharon: Yep, you know what? The charges were dropped, and I'm free, and so I came for a visit.

Sam: Pretty neat, huh?

Piper: Awesome. Is this...

Sharon: This is my daughter Faith. And, um, she likes to color and play with her dolls and her stuffed animals.

Piper: Hey, Faith. I'm Piper. I love to color, too. You and I are gonna be good friends. Is this your lamb?

Sharon: This is Lulu.

Piper: What a pretty name. I have a lamb, too. Well, she's getting to be a grown-up sheep now. Her name's Fanny. Your mom named her. You and Lulu have to come meet her.

Sam: I understand why you came back. Your soul is here.

Adam: You want me to stay in town?

Victor: You come work with me at Newman.

Adam: If it looks like a trick, it smells like a trick.

Victor: Uh-huh. No tricks, all right? The offer is genuine.

Adam: What are you up to, Pop?

Victor: You know the old saying, Son? "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."

Avery: I can't make any promises. But I'll talk to Ricky, convey your sincere desire to handle things amicably.

Nick: Thank you. I appreciate that.

Avery: You--you're welcome. You're staring.

Nick: Uh, yeah, I know. Um, I don't know. Sometimes I just have a hard time believing that you and Phyllis are sisters. I mean, you guys are total opposites.

Avery: Well, I can say the same thing about you and your brother.

Nick: When I see you doing your thing, you know, this thing that you do, it's really something.

Avery: Thank you. That's very sweet.

(Telephone rings)

Ronan: (Muttering) Malloy.

Diane: Get your hands off me, or I'll be the one pressing charges!

Nick: Shut up. You shut up. I'm sick of you threatening my family. I'm telling you right now, I'm not gonna let it happen anymore. I will kill you before I let you hurt them again. Do you hear me? I'll kill you! I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'll kill you...

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