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Episode # 9957 ~ Inflammatory Video of Nick Is Revealed

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Emma

Paul: You know, you--you-- you don't have to come here and see me like this.

Heather: What, are you kidding? You're gonna be wearing your jeans and your floppy shirts and your leather jacket again, especially with Chris representing you.

Paul: Anything new going on with my defense?

Heather: Uh, Chris is still trying to prove its true, what Ricky confessed to you. Look, if we can show that Ricky killed Daisy and the other two, it makes for an incredibly strong case that you had no choice but to shoot Ricky...

Paul: All right.

Heather: Or Eden would be gone now, too.

Paul: What about that other potential victim I mentioned?

Heather: Tim Reid?

Paul: Yeah, the neighbor definitely placed Ricky at the apartment building, which means, more than likely, he went to see Tim to try and dig up dirt on Phyllis.

Heather: And given their history, the fact that Phyllis fired Ricky, it makes sense that he'd go digging around in her past.

Paul: So you think it's just a coincidence that, uh... no one has seen or heard from Tim Reid since Ricky's visit?

Heather: No, I'll have Christine look into it, see if Ricky... got rid of him, too.

Paul: So that's my defense... to smear my son's name and to tell the world how-- how damaged he was and how damaged I made him.

Heather: You deserve to be free. That's all that matters.

Paul: And my best shot at freedom is proving that my son's a killer.

Ronan: We still have no knife to prove that Ricky was threatening Eden.

Michael: Mm-hmm, and you know what else you don't have? You don't have any evidence that Rachel's death wasn't a suicide or that Craig Hunt didn't die in a fatal D.U.I.

Ronan: And we also don't have Daisy, dead or alive.

Michael: How are we supposed to clear Paul's name if we keep coming up with nothing?

Ronan: Well, Christine is going to talk to Tim Reid's neighbor today. Maybe she'll find out something that implicates Ricky.

Michael: (Sighs) You know what? Maybe we just have to assume that the good doctor turned-security-guard has departed this life by the hand of Ricky.

Chris: Beth, hi. I need you to tell me again anything you can remember about the last time you saw your neighbor Tim Reid in the building, especially having to do with Ricky Williams.

Beth: We mind our own business in our building. Works better that way, okay?

Chris: But you've said you've already-- you saw Ricky, right?

Beth: Slick-looking guy showed up. That's all there is.

Chris: Look, I-I know this is difficult, but if you have any details--

Beth: I don't have any details. I didn't spend my day looking through the peephole. You think I want to get mixed up with Tim Reid and all the people who come to his door?

Chris: Who else did you see at Tim's door?

Billy: The powers that be think this should be on "Restless Style's" first promo.

Victoria: Did you smile and give them the eye twinkle? You know, people are gonna watch for the eye twinkle.

Billy: Yeah, no twinkle.

Victoria: Ohh, what did you do?

Billy: Just watch. It's, um...

Man: Watch what happens when our host digs for the truth.

Victoria: Oh, God. That's enough. Okay, make it stop already. Oh, my God.

Billy: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, look, look, look, look. You gave the go-ahead and the thumbs-up for "Restless Style" to go after the Phyllis story, but, um... (Laughs) How do you feel about your little brother being a star?

Victoria: Mnh-mnh.

Avery: The prosecution has to know that a credit card statement alone won't get them a conviction, so they're gonna work to build a stronger case.

Phyllis: Prosecution being my best friend and the D.A., who's being egged by "The Bug," with her 20-year vendetta.

Nick: Okay, you might want to ease up on the "Bug" talk, at least until you're cleared.

Avery: Listen, listen. If we have to go to trial, it's my job to prove that there's reasonable doubt, which I will do.

Nick: It's gonna be a little trickier in the court of public opinion. Billy is determined to blow this story up.

Phyllis: Oh, Billy. Lovely. Billy, the--the family loyalty is overwhelming.

Nick: Well, that's why I'm gonna go talk to Vick and see if she can get Billy on some kind of leash.

Victoria: (Sighs) I mean, its one thing to hear about the punch, but to see it over and over again, in color, my brother pounding on my husband's face--

Billy: Whoa, hold on. That wasn't a pounding. That was more of a sucker punch.

Victoria: (Sighs) For Phyllis, of all people.

Billy: Yeah, yeah, well, the big cheeses think that it might make great TV. (Chuckles) I mean, if I get punched in the pilot, who knows what might happen next? Okay, the Phyllis story is huge, we've gotta cover it, but this footage of your brother-- I can make it go away.

Victoria: Use it.

Billy: Wow, uh, really? That's great... but really? Because if you said "Pull the footage," I would pull the footage, because I'm that type of husband.

Victoria: Listen, you spent a lot of time in Los Angeles working on the show, and you did it for Johnny and me, even though that meant singing on video chat and missing all of his cute babbling and talking, so... if this is what the show needs now, then just-- just do it.

Billy: You're kind of slaying me here, but I doubt your brother is gonna think I'm as awesome as you do. (Laughs)

Victoria: You know, I don't think that Nick gets a vote on your awesomeness, given who he's married to. I mean, Phyllis created all of this mess when she plowed into Paul and Christine, and I have no doubt that Phyllis would run this story if it was about anyone but her.

Billy: Well said, Wife.

Victoria: Stop.

Billy: Stop what?

Victoria: That look, and you know it.

Billy: I am not thinking smutty thoughts about you.

Victoria: (Gasps)

Billy: Okay, I'm always thinking smutty thoughts about you, but come on. Come on, come on, how great is this? You and me on the same side, 100% behind "Restless Style." Think about how great this could be on a day-in, day-out basis-- working on stories, working on the web site, working on the TV show, my side by your side, maybe some offsides between meetings.

Victoria: (Laughing)

Billy: Yeah? You know the offer still stands, don't you? Come to "Restless Style." The perks are excellent.

Victoria: I'm sure they are, but I have a job, and his name is Johnny.

Billy: Come on, you're a chronic overachiever. You're addicted to the adrenaline rush of being stressed out and doing too much. You could keep me in line at "Restless Style," put Johnny in a place to become president of the United States...

Victoria: (Gasps)

Billy: And still manage to burn a batch of cookies with one arm tied behind your back. You could do it.

Victoria: Wait a minute. President? I mean, do you really think so?

Billy: Maybe.

John: (Crying)

Victoria: The Prez is calling. And by the way, I don't always burn the cookies, okay?

Billy: Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh.

Victoria: Okay, we can meet in the supply closet later...

Billy: Ooh.

Victoria: If you want.

Billy: Yeah, I do want. That s a date.

Victoria: Right.

Billy: That is a date. Meanwhile, I'll just be here getting more scoop on the redheaded hellcat we all know as Phyllis so what do you got for me, Hellcat?

Heather: Chris is just looking for the truth.

Paul: Right, which is what? That Ricky was evil? That he was ill? That he was broken from neglect and disappointment? What is the truth, Heather? I mean, Ricky can't tell us.

Heather: But he did, Paul. He told you the things he had done and the things he was going to do to Eden.

Paul: He must have been aching every day of his life. You know, I-I just-- I just want your brother to rest in peace.

Heather: That's up to God, not you. Ricky liked to hurt people, and maybe he doesn't deserve peace. You can't be his last victim, okay? You gotta fight, and you gotta make sure that that doesn't happen.

Chris: You know why I'm here, right, and why you're here?

Beth: (Sighs)

Chris: A good man is in trouble, a friend of mine. (Sighs) His life is on the line, so I am begging you, if you can remember anything, please tell me.

Beth: There might be something I didn't tell the P.I.

Chris: Yes?

Beth: Somebody banging on Tim's door, yelling that he'd better stay quiet or else. Nobody that you want to be messing with, not if you want to stay in one piece.

Chris: Okay, well, I'll-- I'll get you protection. Just please tell me, what did he look like?

Beth: She was a good-lookin' redhead, mean as a snake.

Avery: And there was a case in Arizona that established that--

Phyllis: (Groaning) Why won't you let me defend myself? Forget Arizona. I don't care about Arizona. Let me write this blog.

Avery: Ugh.

Phyllis: Let me do it. Let me protect myself. Let me tell everyone how Christine is trying to crush me into the dust.

Avery: I can't do that because you don't know when to stop talking. You can't, and you would hurt everything.

Phyllis: Okay, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Avery: What are you doing?

Phyllis: Stop being a lawyer. Stop it, stop it. Just stop doing that. Just be my sister.

Avery: Okay, you know what? Maybe we need a break.

Phyllis: Oh, now you're trying to make me feel bad for snapping at you.

Avery: You know what, though? I can't--I can't win in this situation. Shall we break out some video games? I'm use to losing at that. You could show me how tough you are.

Phyllis: Okay, so now you're trying to insinuate that I've lost my touch.

Avery: I think you need some sugar. Are you in a brownies or a blondies phase?

Phyllis: I don't want to choose. I want both.

Avery: Oh, good. You know what? Two of each. Done. I'm done.

Phyllis: Oh, don't forget your files, Fiddle vs. Faddle.

Avery: Uh, at least get it right. It's Twiddle vs. Twaddle.

Phyllis: Was I mean to you when we were younger?

Avery: Sometimes you were, yeah.

Phyllis: Do you think I'm mean to you now?

Avery: Sometimes you are, yeah. But you have let me get close enough that you're mean to me up close, so that's progress.

Phyllis: You know, it's not me. I'm very grateful to you.

Avery: I know that.

(Cell phone alert chimes)

Avery: Oh, that is my alert for news on your case.

Phyllis: Uh-oh. I have a feeling sugar can't fix this, right?

Avery: No, I think we're gonna need something stronger.

Chris: I want a copy of Phyllis' mug shot, now.

Nick: So is little man crashed out?

Victoria: Yeah, he's up, he eats, he poops, he sleeps.

Nick: Thanks for the details. Is Billy here?

Victoria: Why? You want to punch him again?

Nick: I'm not gonna punch him again.

Victoria: Oh, okay, so then you're here to apologize. How nice.

Nick: I'm not gonna do that, either.

Victoria: Hmm.

Nick: I was kind of thinking we could call a truce.

Victoria: (Sighs) Which would mean you would stop pummeling him and he would...

Nick: Cut Phyllis a break.

Victoria: Oh, right, like she did for others when she worked at the magazine.

Nick: (Pops cheek) Vick, come on. This is Summer's mother, and she's your family whether you like that or not, and it'd be really cool if Billy would stop making her look so guilty before the trial. He'll back off if you ask him to.

Victoria: Yeah, he would... if I asked him, but I'm not going to. In fact, I was gonna call you and warn you that it's already started.

Avery: (Sighs)

Phyllis: Oh, seriously? Seriously? They keep on looping it over and over again.

Avery: How did they get this on the "Restless Style" web site so quickly?

Phyllis: 'Cause I taught Billy. He's a jerk.

Avery: Well, this is terrible. This looks like Nick is punching out his own brother-in-law to keep him from "The Truth."

Phyllis: Look at that, the killer and the thug. The killer and the thug-- what a happy couple.

Avery: Voice-over makes it look like you guys are scared of the truth.

Phyllis: 'Cause we are scared.

Michael: What do you want with Phyllis's mug shot?

Ronan: Target practice.

Chris: You know what? Forget it. I'll print it myself.

Ronan: You remember that you don't work here, right?

Chris: (Scoffs)

Michael: You're here as Paul's attorney. Phyllis' status has no bearing on that case.

Chris: Tim Reid's neighbor just happened to remember a redhead banging on his door.

Ronan: Oh, well, Tim Reid has a redheaded friend.

Michael: And unless she announced her name to the world when she--

Chris: That's why I wanted a copy of the photo, to try and make a positive I.D., obviously.

Ronan: Okay, let's say that Phyllis was there. What do you think went down?

Chris: Tim Reid was Phyllis' psychiatrist and fiancé. Ricky was digging up dirt on her. Phyllis must have realized that Ricky went to see her ex. Now as for what happened when she got there, I doubt they drank tea and chatted.

(Printer whirring)

Billy: Hey, Heather.

Heather: Hey.

Billy: How you doin? How's your dad?

Heather: Why, because you care so much for your fellow man?

Billy: Hey, hey, hey, I do care, okay? I've been there. I've been locked up. It's no fun.

Heather: Mm.

Billy: Paul lost his son, and he's in jail for it. Maybe a little justice on that hit-and-run might ease some of his pain.

Heather: Hmm. (Southern accent) Billy Abbott, soldier for justice.

Billy: (Laughs) No, Ma'am. I am just an honest guy with a magazine and a little TV show, and I am covering the story of the attack on Paul and Christine. Some public sympathy couldn't hurt your father's case, you know.

Heather: (Normal voice) You want to make a deal, don't you? You want me to dish on the case against Phyllis.

Billy: Well, I don't know. Maybe just, uh, a little information, an anonymous tip, and who knows? I don't know. Maybe I'll run a story on Paul Williams, misunderstood hero.

Michael: Beth. My name is Michael Baldwin. I'm the district attorney. I understand you have new information about a visitor in your building.

Beth: Well, if she just told you, then why are you asking me?

Michael: Well, I'm gonna show you a photograph, and you're gonna tell me if it's a picture of the woman you saw at Dr. Reid's door, but don't answer unless you're sure.

Beth: Okay. That's her, and she was ready to claw somebody's eyes out.

Nick: So you're really okay with this? You're okay with Billy using me to get ratings for some trash TV show?

Victoria: You know what? Nobody told you to deck my husband.

Nick: Who hasn't wanted to clock your husband at one time or another?

Victoria: Oh, okay, well, lucky for them, there were no cameras.

Nick: Look, I don't care what Billy does to me, I really don't, but he is hurting Phyllis' public image.

Victoria: Well, compared to attempted murder, this is cupcakes and tea.

Nick: All right, just take it easy, all right?

Victoria: How many horrible stories has Phyllis run about how many people?

Nick: All right, so what is this, then? Payback for--for articles she's published, really? Or is it about something else, maybe because she went and fought for Lucy in court.

Victoria: Oh, you know what? Don't bring Lucy into this.

Nick: It's gonna be impossible for Phyllis to get a fair trial because of this.

Victoria: Fair? Oh, you mean, like, getting off free and clear? She's innocent? It was like, what, mistaken identity?

Nick: You love Summer and Faith.

Victoria: Phyllis wasn't behind the wheel of that car that ran down Paul and Christine. Is that what you're saying?

Nick: You love those kids, and Lucy, too. Think about what this is gonna do to them.

Victoria: Think about all of the innocent people that Phyllis has hurt because she's been out of control.

Nick: What, and Billy's salt of the earth? Just random acts of kindness.

Victoria: Oh, well, there's no blood on the fender of his car, is there, Nick?

Nick: You know what? I have a quote for your husband, who is exploiting our family once again. I know exactly who my wife is, and she is not capable of attempted murder.

Victoria: You mean, not now. This wasn't self-defense, Nick, okay? Phyllis willfully tried to kill two people, and your defending her is not gonna change that.

Billy: Come on, come on, come on. I made Adam Satan. I can put a halo over your dad's head.

Heather: (Scoffs)

Billy: Or maybe I could just distract the readers from the gun in his hand.

Heather: Oh, well, then.

Billy: You know, I could brush up your image, too. You did leave town in a bit of disgrace.

Heather: This is your version of sweet-talking?

Billy: No, because you're not a sweet-talk type of girl. I remember. You're realistic, you're pragmatic, and a little bit of mutual back-scratching is right up your alley.

Heather: (Sighs) No.

Billy: I'm sorry, come again?

Heather: Agendas and backdoor deals could turn around and hurt my dad, but thanks for asking.

Billy: Oh. Hey, Guys. Talking to anybody I know?

Michael: Good-bye, Billy.

Billy: Anybody I don't know?

Ronan: What he meant was, get out, Billy.

Billy: What happened to the public's right to know?

Michael: Get out now, in fact.

Billy: Ohh. Decaf would work for him. Tell you what, my phone works. Feel free to call me anytime. Thanks, Guys.

Heather: So what's going on? Did the neighbor have any new information about Ricky?

Michael: It's about Phyllis, actually.

Chris: It appears she may have graduated from attempted murder to full-on homicide.

Avery: Yes, well, can you check the judge's schedule? I need to see him right away. Mm-hmm, yes, I'll hold.

Phyllis: I have to admit, you know, it kind of makes me smile, Nick hitting Billy. I kind of like it.

Avery: Yeah, I know you do. I just don't want the whole world seeing it. Yes. Yes, perfect. I will be right there. Thank you. Thank you.

Nick: Glad you're both here.

Phyllis: Hey. What's going on?

Nick: You know I mentioned that I may have, uh, punched Billy?

Phyllis: Yeah, it's all over the internet, promoting Billy's show.

Nick: Already? Damn it.

Avery: Yes, so excuse me while I go plead with the judge to make this go away.

Nick: Sorry, Avery.

Phyllis: At least they got your good side.

Nick: I'm sorry.

Phyllis: It's okay.

Michael: We have some more information. Um...

Heather: Okay, so this neighbor, Beth, identified Phyllis as having visited Reid's place?

Michael: Well, evidently, Phyllis was, um, very forceful with her language.

Chris: And then suddenly, Tim Reid disappeared.

Ronan: Yelling isn't murder.

Chris: Phyllis must have known that Ricky was looking into her past, and Tim easily could have known about the hit-and-run, and she wanted to make sure he didn't share that information.

Michael: Both Daisy and Ricky had copies of the credit card statement with the rental car charges. Daisy could have figured it out first, brought Ricky up-to-date.

Chris: Mnh-mnh. Ricky must have known about the attempted murder from Tim and then investigated, so Phyllis went over to shut Tim up or to punish him for ratting her out. Either way, I suspect she used lethal force.

Heather: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, the whole point of this was to prove that Ricky was responsible for the doctor's disappearance.

Chris: That's before we knew about Phyllis' visit. This makes much more sense.

Ronan: Logic isn't proof!

Michael: And none of this clears Ricky.

Chris: And what would Ricky's motive be for harming Tim? Giving him information? It doesn't add up.

Heather: My brother was a sociopath. His focus wasn't exactly on logic.

Chris: Look, if-- if Tim exposed Phyllis and she realized that, or she suspected it could happen, there's a motive, right there.

Ronan: You got a redhead knocking on a door, and you've got no body. It's gonna be a little hard to prove murder with that.

Heather: Exactly, not to mention the fact that your focus is supposed to be on Ricky.

Chris: My focus is on getting answers. Phyllis is a prime suspect in the disappearance of Tim Reid.

Ronan: I'm gonna remind you one more time that you're here as Paul Williams' counsel.

Michael: All right, everybody slow down. Christine, I understand your investment, but as Ronan said, this is not your case.

Chris: So does that mean you're just going to ignore the eyewitness information I just handed you?

Michael: No, it means I will do my-- I will do this case to the best of my ability, as you will do yours for Paul. Now, if you will excuse us, we have a case to solve.

Chris: Michael doesn't want to admit that he's best friends with a killer.

Heather: Speaking of friends, what are you doing for your friend Paul? The whole point of this was to prove that Ricky was a threat, capable of murder, thus giving Paul cause to shoot him. Instead, you're pouring all of your time and energy into this case against Phyllis.

Chris: I took a statement that implicated Phyllis. As an officer of the court, I reported that information.

Heather: You could have waited to report that until Paul was cleared.

Chris: Oh, wait, and--and what, imply to a jury that the missing doctor is another one of Ricky's victims?

Heather: Oh, it's not as if attorneys haven't been using that kind of logic for a long time and winning a lot of cases with it.

Chris: Okay, well, I don't work like that.

Heather: You'd let Paul rot in his cell if it would mean having Phyllis rot, too.

Nick: I guess Avery's pretty upset with me.

Phyllis: Ohh, Avery will get over it.

Nick: Well, she has a reason to be. I just wanted to wipe that smug look off Billy's face. I'm supposed to be making this easier for you, not harder. I'm sorry.

Phyllis: You're not making it harder. You defended me. After what I did to this family, I don't blame you, but you came back, so thank you. Thank you for hitting Billy and for being there for me and for loving me. Thank you.

Billy: Hi. Okay... (Laughs) Hey, take it easy. When I left you, you were all chipper and cute, and now you're just violent and sullen...

Victoria: You know what?

Billy: But you're still cute. You're always cute.

Victoria: You never t-- tried to put tire tracks on somebody's face. You're not in the same league as Phyllis. You're not even in the same universe as Phyllis. Ugh! (Sighs)

Billy: (Chuckles)

Victoria: Where were you?

Billy: I was out not getting the scoop on Phyllis, but I know something is going on, so I have people working on it. Can we get back to this whole tire tracks and the beating up the pillows?

Victoria: No. I am not gonna waste another second on her. Do you know that he actually said that-- that--that I thought this was about Lucy?

Billy: He? Who is "He"? Who--

Victoria: No, you know what? I'm not gonna even waste another minute on him.

Billy: Okay. Oh, oh, nope, nope, nope.

Victoria: Ugh!

Billy: You need to stop, you need to stop. You need to breathe. Try this with me. (Breathes deeply) That's right, Honey. You need to come off the ceiling, you need to dial back the stress notch to a three. I know you can't do a zero, so this is what we need to do, okay? I'm not gonna sing reggae to you, because that is an insult to reggae, but what I will do, my dear sweet, is I will open up my bag of tricks and I will put a smile back on your face, I promise. Just... (Whistles softly)

Ronan: Are you buying this crap, Phyllis killing Tim Reid? Because I'm not.

Michael: No! No, I'm not buying it. So either Ricky disposed of Tim Reid, or he's still out there.

Ronan: If he's out there, we could go look for him. But should we? 'Cause if he's not around, he can't testify about anything Phyllis might have told him.

Michael: And if Tim is not here... it can look like Ricky did away with him...

Ronan: Mm-hmm.

Michael: And was the risk his father thought him to be.

Ronan: Exactly. But as we're quickly learning, Christine's not gonna let this go.

Michael: Yeah. Well, which means we've gotta get to him first, control the dissemination of information and protect our mutual friends as much as possible.

Ronan: Okay, okay, and what if we find a body instead and this turns into a murder investigation?

Michael: You know, why do you have to do that? Why do you--

Ronan: Because I don't have a choice. We have to do that.

Michael: It might clear Paul.

Ronan: And it might not.

Michael: I gotta go talk to Phyllis.

Ronan: Hey, hey. Let me go talk to Phyllis.

Billy: Ah, ha ha, there she is. Here you go.

Victoria: (Sighs)

Billy: Right here. That's right, just...

Victoria: Wow.

Billy: Sit back, relax, drift. Smoke your drinky-poo.

Victoria: Drinky-poo.

Billy: Yep.

Victoria: I like that.

Billy: Yeah?

Victoria: Yeah.

Billy: Listen to you. You're all mellow. I didn't even have to sing to you.

Victoria: (Sighs) Cheers.

Billy: Cheers.

Victoria: Cheers to babysitters.

(Glass and bottle clink)

Billy: Best invention ever...

Victoria: Yep.

Billy: Besides Jack's pool and his fridge.

Victoria: You know what? I like you.

Billy: Mm.

Victoria: You're a lot of fun.

Billy: Back at you.

Victoria: I think, on a scale of 1 to 10 in the luckiness department, we're, like, a B.

Billy: You're right. I mean, who'd have thought? Me in the gutter on New Year’s Eve, you, like, the snow angel, and then it began.

Victoria: Yeah, a house, a baby, a dog, our kids...

Billy: Mm-hmm.

Victoria: And you even want me to work with you. Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, day in, day out.

Billy: You're telling me no, aren't you?

Victoria: (Sighs) You know what? I'm just really happy with things the way they are, you know? Is that okay?

Billy: Honey, if you're happy, then that's all I care about. Come here. Mm.

Avery: Well, I argued that the video was inflammatory and could interfere with the police investigation.

Phyllis: Okay, what about the fact that he didn't know he was being filmed?

Avery: Yeah, I didn't need to go there, because the judge issued a gag order.

Phyllis: Okay, well--

Avery: So the web site has been shut down...

Phyllis: I know, I know.

Avery: Until he has a chance to view the video.

Phyllis: But--okay, okay, but it's on the web. It's on the web. And once it's on the web, it's everywhere.

Avery: Yes, but if somebody else tries to run it, we have to to shut it down.

Phyllis: For now.

Avery: This is a win, okay? Just enjoy it for what it is. Save your energy for the next hurdle.

Phyllis: So shut up and relax is what you're saying.

Nick: Yes.

Avery: Yes, yes, actually. You might even want to celebrate with a brownie.

Phyllis: Blondies. I like blondies, not brownies.

Avery: Okay.

Phyllis: Three each, now that "Slugger" is here?

Nick: No, I gotta get to the office. Too much punching, not enough working.

Avery: You know what? I am not even here, because I am off to get blondies at the coffeehouse.

Nick: I'll walk you out.

Phyllis: Well, still--

Nick: She's right. It was a win. It's a better day.

Phyllis: Still three of each.

Avery: Four.

(Knock on door)

Phyllis: Hey.

Ronan: Hey.

Phyllis: I'm surprised Avery didn't come back to grill you.

Ronan: She didn't see me. I waited until it was clear.

Paul: Hey, hi.

Heather: I'd like a moment alone with my father.

Chris: The case has to be the priority.

Heather: His case? That's your priority? It's good to know.

Paul: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's with the tone? Look, I-I hate that I have to put you guys through this. It--it's not fair to either on you.

Chris: There's some new information from Tim Reid's neighbor.

Heather: Yeah, there is new information, and she's not using it in any way that helps. Christine is sabotaging your case so that she can crucify Phyllis. Fire her now.

Billy: (Chuckles)

Victoria: You could really have a second career as a pool boy.

Billy: Yeah?

Victoria: Yeah.

Billy: What does it pay?

Victoria: Mm. Is Jack or anyone else home?

Billy: Nope.

Victoria: All right, then. Prepare to get tipped.

Billy: Ooh.

(Cell phone rings)

Billy: Mm. Hold on, I'm sorry. I have to--it's the office.

Victoria: What? Uhh! Hurry up.

Billy: I know, I know. Hello, okay, make it fast. Tell me what you got. What? No, come on. Can they really do that? Okay, well, wh-wh-what do we do? Fine just get it done hurry up, please. Thank you. Man!

Victoria: Oh, no. What happened?

Billy: It seems a judge pulled the "Restless Style" promo. We are not allowed to air any footage or publish anything about the trial until he reviews it. It seems that Avery is a feisty one.

Victoria: Uh... they might have had a little heads-up, since I kind of warned Nick.

Billy: Don't worry your pretty little head about it. You know, I should, um, probably apologize to you in advance. Running with this story, there's going to be constant proverbial hitting the fan, so it is duck-and-cover time, Baby. Duck-and-cover time.

Avery: I'm still mad at you.

Nick: For hitting Billy?

Avery: No, for hitting Billy on camera.

Nick: Look, my brother-in-law can be a jackass.

Avery: Okay, I can't have anything else go wrong with Phyllis' case.

Nick: Okay. You know, I want to thank you, Avery. You have really stepped up in a big way, especially after everything.

Avery: Well, my sister needs me now, and I'm not gonna screw it up, so can I trust that you won't take a swing at anyone else?

Nick: Well, can I hit Billy again if he needs it?

Avery: No.

Nick: Okay. So this gag order-- how big of a win is it?

Avery: Well, it's big enough to celebrate with a brownie, but not the whole cake.

Phyllis: What are you doing? Lurking in the shadows, avoiding my husband and my sister? Or are you trying to avoid my attorney?

Ronan: Both. I needed just you and me here. Phyllis, listen to me. I am your friend.

Phyllis: You came here as a friend, not a cop?

Ronan: What, should I have left my gun and badge back in my locker?

Phyllis: Should I get my sister/attorney back here?

Ronan: Phyllis, I am truly your friend. I'm a friend that needs you to answer a question for me, a question that you are about to be asked in a much more official setting. If we do this now, I think it's gonna be easier.

Phyllis: Okay, just ask me the question.

Ronan: Did you kill Tim Reid?

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

Nick: You really have lost all perspective when it comes to Sharon.

Victor: This is insulting.

Jack: When Nikki walks down that aisle, she's going to see a smiling and standing Jack.

Chelsea: Let me give you a piece of advice-- don't ever try to come between me and Adam again.

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