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Episode # 9981 ~ Cane & Lily Question Genevieve; Sharon Lashes Out At Nick

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Nick: Hey, Mom. Any news?

Nikki: Well, that's what I'm trying to find out. I can't reach Bobby or anybody on your father's security team. I call the ranch and nobody gives me any straight answers. Just tell me, whose cage do I have to rattle on this? And I will do so with pleasure.

Nick: That would be Sharon. Good luck getting her to listen.

Nikki: Ugh.

Sharon: Whatever Victor earmarked those funds for is irrelevant. As C.E.O., I want it for the cosmetics lines. Oh, and a little tip for you. If you wouldn't have questioned Victor on an issue, don't question me. Oh, um, I'm gonna have to check in with you later. Bye-bye. Katherine.

Kay: Sharon.

Sharon: It's so nice to see you, wow.

Kay: Oh.

Sharon: Oh, would you like me to get Bonnie to bring you some tea?

Kay: Uh, yes, of course, uh, and we'll just sip tea and, uh, select swatches instead of looking for your... missing husband.

Genevieve: I was this close to finding Victor, and you summoned me back here.

Tucker: Was that before the champagne brunch or after the hot-rock massage?

Genevieve: Oh, my, my, haven't we become petty? And here I thought that you were so concerned about my welfare and my comfort while I was out doing your bidding.

Tucker: And I thought you were in it for the thrill of finding Victor first and not just the perks.

Genevieve: I'd be out on the open road right now if it weren't for you. I've had a taste of the hunt, and I will be the one to find the elusive Victor Newman.

Lily: Did she maybe use a credit card or give a name on her order?

Woman: No.

Cane: Where is she?

Lily: It's too late to chase her down. I already tried. (Sighs)

Cane: Are you sure it's the woman who dropped this card?

Lily: Yes, she had a koala on her keychain.

Cane: All right, did you-- did you see anything, or-- hey, are you all right? You're shaking. Are you okay?

Lily: No, I'm--I'm not.

Cane: All right, do you--

Lily: It's like this perfectly normal person who's messing with our minds.

Cane: Did you see anything? Her height, her--her eyes, hair, anything?

Lily: Um, I-I didn't see her eyes, but, I mean, she was a little taller than me and then had long, straight brown hair.

Cane: You do realize you're describing my late sister?

Heather: So... is this weird, a place away from it all that happens to be where Daisy used to live?

Daniel: It's no weirder than using your couch as a filing cabinet.

Heather: Okay.

Daniel: You know, I can move this for you--

Heather: Don't. I'm sorry. It's just... that's all I have left of Ricky, and... I haven't been able to let him go.

Paul: You see, that's exactly what I was worried about. Everything I do to prove my own innocence comes down to proving Ricky's guilt.

Avery: You're not trying to make Ricky look bad. You're trying to find the truth, and it's the only defense we have.

Paul: I got one more shot. This friend of Ricky's that we're meeting today... if he's a dead end, they might as well convict me right now.

Lily: I could have been describing anyone, Cane.

Cane: No. This woman was carrying something that has very specific meaning for me and my sister, okay? You've seen pictures of Samantha. Was there any--any resemblance, anything at all?

Lily: Cane, I don't know. There was no reason to pay attention to her. She was just some random woman who dropped a keychain, you know? I-it wasn't until I saw the Claude Shirl card that I jumped up after her, but it was too late.

Cane: Well, they want me to make a connection with Samantha, don't they? So they've hired someone who looks like my sister. Who does that? Who shoves a ghost in someone's face?

Lily: (Sighs) I don't know. What do you-- what do you want to do now?

Cane: Well, there's two numbers on this, uh, Claude Shirl card-- one in L.A. and one in New York. I think we need to give Claude Shirl a phone call.

Lily: (Sighs)

Tucker: You want to hit the open road again?

Genevieve: Mm-hmm. I might even get one of those, uh, seat covers, you know, that taxi drivers use.

Tucker: Mm-hmm. I guess that'd be on my dime, too, huh?

Genevieve: (Scoffs) Wow, the voice of austerity. You just want to jerk me around, don't you? You want to make me beg to be your minion in the field.

Tucker: My minions usually produce results.

Genevieve: Did your minions find out about the Victor-L.A. connection? I don't think so. That was all me.

Tucker: Well, you got nothing to show for it. Good job.

Genevieve: I brought you crucial information that Victor is out there footloose and fancy-free, gallivanting from Utah to Las Vegas of his own volition, not facedown in a ditch and not locked up by some kidnapper who just can't decide on a ransom figure.

Tucker: So what do you think Victor's pulling?

Genevieve: This is the same guy who sent me to Japan to smirk and to flirt and to ply me with sake. So send me back to Los Angeles and let me solve the mystery of the wayward mogul.

Tucker: My guys are saying Tucson.

Genevieve: Your guys are wrong, and I'll prove it.

Tucker: Well, you gonna pay for gas and lodging with your charming smile?

Genevieve: You're going to pay for it, because you need me. No more cheap rentals. Gas up the private jet.

Nikki: Thank God you hired Bobby yourself.

Nick: And the rest of his crew, since Sharon fired them all.

Nikki: Who does that sneaky little twit think she is?

Nick: Mom...

Nikki: She's not a twit? She's firing loyal staff. What about their families? What about their mortgages? I'm coming home today. Sharon won't know what hit her.

Tucker: Hey, Nicholas. Good to see you.

Nick: All right, no more games. I want to know what's going on with you and Sharon.

Sharon: Katherine, we both know why Victor left. Nikki has flounced off once again with her man du jour. Last time, it was that pig Deacon Sharpe. This time, it's Victor's enemy Jack. You know, all Victor needs is some time, and I seem to be the only person who cares enough to let him have it.

Kay: I see. So if you care so deeply, I... I-I-I, uh, prefer to think that you would want your husband home and safe, but... I don't know. E-evidently, this... it's not your top priority.

Sharon: Well, look, you know, the man abandoned me. I'm just coping here and doing my best.

Kay: Oh, come on. Come on, Sharon, you--I mean, wounded? I don't see any bruises.

Sharon: I wouldn't bleed in front of anyone in this town. You know what would happen? They'd walk over my body and blame me if they got blood on their shoes.

Kay: Well, then, sake-- for heaven sakes, Darling, you--you--you choose to trample all over the Newman company, his home, his family.

Sharon: No, no, no. I am Victor's family.

Kay: Oh, jeez.

Sharon: I am Newman Enterprises, and no one wants to accept that, but they will soon enough, because I have done an interview that is strong, confident, and smart...

Kay: What?! What?

Sharon: And it will tell the whole world my point of view.

Kay: Oh, dear God in heaven, more press? You should not be flaunting yourself right now. Just lay low. Better yet, walk away. Have this marriage annulled, for heaven sakes. That's the kindest thing that you could do to-- for Victor, and... and, I might add, for yourself.

Avery: You've reached out to him before, right? Bryce is his name?

Paul: Yeah, before Ricky died, but, uh, I didn't have any luck, so I moved on to Craig Hunt...

Avery: Mm-hmm.

Paul: Ricky's friend from college.

Avery: Who died in a mysterious car accident.

Paul: Which Ricky took credit for. (Sighs) I sure hope Bryce is willing to talk now. This could be my last chance.

Paul: Bryce, Paul Williams. I'm glad you could make it.

Bryce: Who's your date?

Avery: Avery Bailey Clark. I'm Paul's attorney.

Paul: Uh, can I get you a drink?

Bryce: I doubt I'll be here that long.

Paul: Well...

Paul: So, um, we really appreciate any information you can give us. Um, when was the last time you saw Ricky?

Bryce: Awhile ago.

Avery: Do you remember the date? Do you remember the month?

Paul: Did you two ever, uh, talk on the phone at any point?

Bryce: I'm sorry I can't help you. Thanks for the beer.

Paul: Wait, wait, wait, what about Rachel, Ricky's girlfriend?

Avery: Uh, we would love to hear anything that you can recall.

Bryce: I guess I wasted a trip and you wasted a beer.

Avery: I guess you get off lying through your teeth.

Heather: Yeah, I just consider it Ricky's box of... broken dreams.

Daniel: It meant something to him. It must mean something to you.

Heather: I don't know. I mean, we met, he humiliated me, I left town, I came back, we didn't trust each other, he died. That's pretty much the end of our story. Everything else I know about him came from-- it came from all this.

Daniel: The file about my mom doesn't surprise me. You know, Ricky was writing a book about her.

Heather: Yeah. So much for not thinking about my prosecuting your mom.

Daniel: (Chuckles)

Heather: Look, I-I used to have this reputation for being uptight, by the book, but then I was the woman who took financial backing from Victor Newman to pursue the D.A. job, who kissed a witness before going to trial, who got fired and basically chased out of town. I need to regain some of my by-the-book title, and it's hard for me to do that with you in my apartment, along with potential evidence against your mom.

Daniel: Thing is, I don't really care about this file. I don't really care that you're an A.D.A. In fact I don't--I don't seem to think I care much about anything anymore, whenever I'm with you. I... am I crazy? I mean, does that sound crazy? D-does this not feel good?

Heather: No, not-- you're--you're not crazy.

Daniel: Look, I am not asking you to break any laws. All I am asking you for is this... and this... and this.

Tucker: What are you worried about, Nick?

Nick: I'm just curious. You know, you and Sharon have been spending an awful lot of time together lately, and I want to know why.

Tucker: Well, she's the new head of Newman. I'm on the board.

Nick: So am I, but we're not exactly spending a lot of time together.

Tucker: I don't know. What do you want me to do, pretend she doesn't exist? Bad-mouth a colleague to the press? I'm sorry, but I'm watching my stock value drop enough as it is. I don't need to nudge it down even more. And you know what they say-- keep your friends close...

Nick: And your enemies closer. Now which one is Sharon?

Tucker: I am so far out of this dogfight, I'm in the nosebleed seats. My thing is business, making money, not losing what I have. Now you and Victoria and Sharon-- that's personal. Have at it, but I'm not in that mix.

(Cell phone alert chimes)

Tucker: Excuse me.

Nick: Let me guess, Sharon calling for some... professional conversation?

Tucker: (Chuckles) Let me tell you something, Nick, I'm not your problem. Public perception is. That's what hurting Newman right now. And the press, they're not writing any love letters now, either, so things could damn well get worse before they get better.

Sharon: Mmm. Okay... and this is the article that is going to change it all around for me. (Sighs)

Sharon: "Victor Newman would have been better off leaving his famously beloved dog Segundo in charge. He couldn't have been less qualified than Sharon Newman"? (Gasps)

Lily: (Sighs) Both lines are disconnected.

Cane: Well, there's, uh, no address on this card, just the nickname my sister and I used as kids, so...

Lily: Wait, who are you calling now?

Cane: I'm calling my mom. She's been way too quiet for the last few days. It's being forwarded to the club. Hey, hello, it's, uh, it's Cane Ashby. Can I get Genevieve Atkinson's room, please? Oh, really?

Lily: What's wrong?

Cane: My mother left town for a few days and, uh, didn't leave a return date, so where the hell did she go? (Scoffs)

Lily: Let's ask her.

Cane: Hey, Mom.

Genevieve: Oh, Ethan, Lily, hello, hello, hello. How are you? Where are the twins? Oh, my gosh, we have so much to catch up on, don't we? But unfortunately, you know, I'm in a little bit of a time crunch.

Cane: Where you been?

Genevieve: Been?

Lily: Yeah, you went out of town?

Genevieve: Oh, yeah, um, well... (Scoffs) I was job-hunting, actually.

Cane: Really?

Genevieve: Nothing firm so far, but I am gaining a little bit of ground.

Cane: Yeah? What sort of, uh, companies you meet with?

Genevieve: (Chuckles) Actually, they're all really beneath me, Ethan, but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do, right?

Cane: Where did you go?

Genevieve: Los Angeles.

Cane: L.A.?

Genevieve: Mm-hmm.

Cane: Interesting, 'cause, uh, Claude Shirl was there, too. Did your business have anything to do with someone who looked like Samantha?

Sharon: "Vapid, shallow, self-aggrandizing, but with prurient appeal, one suspects Sharon Newman runs to the restroom during board meetings to hastily look up what all the big words mean." I thought this reporter owed you a favor.

Tucker: It's--it was a double cross, Sharon. I never saw it coming. I take full responsibility.

Sharon: I bragged to everyone about this article. This was supposed to be my turning point, for the world to see me as I am. I mean, this is worse than "Hair-chewing bride." "If the pulchritudinous Mrs. Newman is left in charge of Newman Enterprises, shed a tear and prepare the corporate grave, because Sharon Newman is the corporate grim reaper..."

Nick: "Because Sharon Newman is the corporate grim reaper, only better dressed." Are you kidding me, Sharon? This is your brilliant interview? (Sighs) Bobby, it's Nick. Whatever intel you have on my dad, because we have to get him home right now. (Scoffs) Damn it.

Avery: I have dealt with much better liars than you.

Bryce: Hey, I came here as a favor.

Avery: Why, because it's gnawing at you, the kind of person that Ricky was? Tell us about those moments that you knew weren't right, where he crossed the line, where he broke the law, that--that flash of violence that we all know Ricky had.

Bryce: Looks like you and I didn't know the same guy.

Avery: Really? What about Craig? Which Ricky did he know? 'Cause he was on his way to help Paul, to tell him what happened between Ricky and his girlfriend Rachel. Suddenly, he dies in a D.U.I. is that something that you would expect from Craig?

Bryce: Maybe I'm not the student of human nature that you are.

Avery: Okay, you know what? We're having a friendly conversation here, but I can and will have you legally compelled to talk.

Bryce: You know, I like the glasses. They work for you. Maybe you and I could hang out sometime.

Paul: I'm looking at a life sentence for putting a bullet in my own son, so I got nothing to lose by killing you.

Avery: Paul, Paul, stop! Let him go. Let go!

Paul: Look familiar? Like father, like son? Maybe not, since you and I didn't know the same Ricky.

Bryce: You're both nuts, you and Ricky. You want the gory details? You want--

Paul: Yeah, I want to know about Rachel's suicide.

Bryce: He did it. Ricky killed her, and the sick freak recorded every second.

Daniel: If you came in here to hide that file from me, you know you didn't have to do that, right?

Heather: I know.

Daniel: You know, it might not be my place to say this, but I don't think that having that stuff around is good for you.

Heather: Ricky didn't have anyone else. It's just me and my dad, and... as weird as it is for me, it'd be really awful for my dad.

Daniel: Yeah, but it could be Paul's choice to keep the box or not.

Heather: But why should he have to make another impossible decision? I mean, it wouldn't even be an issue if I just lit the whole damn thing on fire.

Genevieve: A woman who looks like Samantha? You've seen her? Was she here? Did you talk to her? I mean, why is this girl impersonating my daughter?

Cane: I want to hear about L.A.

Genevieve: What is it that you think I did in L.A.?

Cane: I don't know, but there's a lot of actresses there that need work, any kind of work.

Genevieve: So you think I hired an actress to play a ghost? You think I lined up a bunch of girls and I said, "You have to have the sweetest eyes ever, and a warm, loving smile, and long, silky hair that your grieving mother used to love to brush"? You think I did that? You have accused me of orchestrating this whole thing once before, Ethan, but the question remains, why? Why would I do that?

Cane: I don't have answers, okay? Just like you don't have answers about the meetings you took in Los Angeles.

Genevieve: Losing my daughter is a wound that will never heal. Do you understand that? It's a constant ache, and just when I think that I've learned how to live with that, you rip it open and you pour salt in it.

Cane: (Sighs)

Lily: Cane, I... (Sighs) We need to call the police.

Sharon: I gave that reporter ideas, specifics, plans. (Sighs) How can he call me a bimbo? I mean, my God, my kids. This was supposed to be me being a role model. And, you know, everyone else, they're just gonna eat this up. Even Katherine Chancellor was over here earlier, telling me I should get an annulment.

Tucker: Oh, Katherine is Victor and Nikki's lead cheerleader, shaking her Newman pom-poms all over the place. But you're not considering it.

Sharon: Well, why shouldn't I, because this whole thing has been such a rousing success?

Tucker: Sharon, it's a marathon, not a sprint.

Sharon: And I just stepped on a 6-inch spike in the road because of you and your idea and your friend.

Tucker: He took cheap shots. That reflects on him, not you.

Sharon: Look, I'm not stupid, regardless of what this article says, and the thing is, I thought this was a good interview. I felt that he really got me and what I was saying, but you look at this-- it's as though we were in two different interviews, and none of the other stories he wrote have this tone. If they had, I wouldn't have talked to him. I just think it's... kind of strange that he suddenly wrote this way about me.

Tucker: You think someone got to him, got him to shift focus?

Sharon: I do. The question is, how do I fix it?

Tucker: Well, you can slink away licking your wounds like they expect you to do, or you can come out swingin'. It's your call.

Sharon: I'm gonna come out swingin', all the way.

Daniel: All I'm saying is I'm pretty sure that if I died, my dad would want whatever I left behind.

Heather: I know. I mean, Paul would want-- he'd want all of this, too... but where Danny would feel sad and eventually happy, everything inside of here, every--every picture, every drawing, it would... it would just make my dad feel like... a failure as a--as a father. I mean, he sent him these cards filled with love and support, and he'd just see them as signs that he didn't visit enough or that he never fought to raise Ricky on his own. A little while ago, my dad almost pled guilty. He almost gave up entirely because he felt responsible for the way Ricky turned out. I can't risk letting him go back to that place. I didn't always have my dad, I didn't always appreciate him, but now that I do, I can't lose him.

Daniel: And you won't. (Chuckles) If it means getting rid of all this stuff, then you do whatever it is you gotta do. You do that, and I will be right here.

Bryce: I need another drink.

Avery: Not until you tell us about Ricky.

Bryce: I told you, he was crazy. He got loaded one night and bragged out how he killed Rachel after they broke up, made it look like a suicide. He recorded it, even offered to show me. Who does that? I need that drink.

Avery: Ricky confessed to murder, and you didn't go to the police?

Bryce: He'd know it was me. Then I'd be next, and it'd just be another suicide.

Paul: Oh, so you were scared.

Bryce: Hell yes, I was scared. Stayed on his good side, told him when you called, asking around.

Paul: So you tipped him off. You told him that I was talking to Craig Hunt.

Bryce: I wish to God I hadn't. I didn't think he'd do it again.

Avery: Do what? You think he killed Craig?

Bryce: (Scoffs) What do you think? After that, how was I supposed to come forward?

Avery: (Sighs) What else do you know about Ricky and Rachel?

Bryce: (Sighs) They were a couple, doing couple things. Then they went to Niagara Falls and Ricky came back all tense, with that smile that you know means he's gonna lose it soon. When she broke it off, the bodies started piling up. Can I go now?

Avery: Go on. We'll be in touch.

Avery: Are you okay?

Paul: My son kept a souvenir. He murdered somebody that he once loved, and he recorded it. Ricky wasn't just broken. He was deranged.

Avery: Paul, that recording may be your salvation.

Daniel: Then again, getting rid of the whole box at once, I mean, that could be-- could be even worse. Maybe there's one thing in there that you could keep.

Heather: Niagara Falls.

Daniel: Niagara Falls, hmm?

Heather: Mm-hmm.

Daniel: That someplace you went with the family?

Heather: No. It's just so... I don't know, sweet and innocent. There was this whole side to Ricky that... we never got to see. This is the perfect thing to hold on to. It's a sign of who he could have been. He must have been happy there, right? I mean, you only get souvenirs for times you want to remember.

Sharon: Nick, what do you want?

Nick: How the hell can you call off the search for my dad?

Nick: (Exhales slowly)

Sharon: They're my staff.

Nick: No, they were your staff, but you fired 'em, and now they're mine and they're back on the job. But thanks to you, the trail to my dad has gone cold.

Sharon: Victor is a grown man, Nicholas, and he doesn't give a damn about anybody-- not you, not me, not Newman Enterprises, and he proves that with every day that he's gone. Now no matter what anyone says, that's not my fault.

Avery: Okay, just one, to take the edge off.

Paul: Oh, what, you thought that was real?

Avery: It wasn't?

Paul: No.

Avery: You were very convincing as a man pushed over the edge. You almost gave me a heart attack.

Paul: No, the heart attack was for Bryce, not for you. I wasn't gonna hurt the guy, although he did tick me off. That was real. I'm sorry.

Avery: No, no, it was good. You were fired up, ready to fight. I didn't know if we would get to this point.

Paul: Well, we're here, and I'm fighting. Bryce doesn't have anything to be afraid of anymore, so at least he can testify that Ricky was dangerous. But that recording--

Avery: We have to find it.

Paul: It could be anywhere-- DVD, memory card, flash drive. Where do we start?

Cane: Sweetheart, we agreed that we cannot go to the police.

Lily: Cane, I know that it's vague and bizarre, but we can make them understand that someone is harassing us.

Cane: Well, we can't tell 'em about Claude Shirl clearing out my mother's illegal bank account. They'll put her in jail.

Lily: But there has to be a way that we can give the police information about the creepy gifts that we got and about the business card with the childhood reference.

Cane: Let me talk to my mother, okay? I know there's more.

Lily: Oh, my gosh.

Cane: There's more. Let me find out what it is, okay? (Sighs) Why are you looking up Victor Newman?

Lily: Ronan. Hi, it's--its Lily Ashby. Uh, do you have time to meet me? It's really important. No, no, uh, not at the station. This just... (Sighs) This has to be between you and me.

Tucker: Hey, Mom.

Kay: Tucker.

Tucker: It was good to hear from you.

Kay: Darling, thank you for meeting me. I, um, I wanted to talk about Sharon.

Tucker: Sharon. (Exhales slowly) Well... you're gonna have to be more specific. There's a lot to choose from. Got Victor leaving her, the press eviscerating her, uh, the Newman offspring resisting her as head honcho now.

Kay: All of it. You are on the board. Now what do you know?

Tucker: Sharon stepped up to the plate at the board meeting and made her claim. The rest, I read in the news blogs, like everyone else.

Kay: That's it?

Tucker: Well, you know, I've got, um, McCall, Unlimited to keep me busy. Newman's only part of my pie.

Kay: Oh, dear God, so casual, like you don't even care. We talked about Sharon before. Do you remember? Your sudden friendship with her after Victor disappeared.

Tucker: Are you suggesting that Sharon and I... (Chuckles) Why, Katherine!

Kay: Why, Tucker! You're up to something.

Nick: Now I know what my father's done. I'm talking about all the stuff you've pulled lately, with the security team and the staff.

Sharon: No, my security team, my staff, my husband, my house, my company. You can't change that, no matter how many reporters you buy off.

Nick: What are you talking about?

Sharon: "Even Mrs. Newman's stepson/ex-husband declined to comment on her accidental rise to power." You couldn't even say one nice thing about the mother of your children?

Nick: Like what? "Sharon has come to her senses and has agreed to step down from Newman." That would be wishful thinking.

Sharon: Did you talk off the record? Did you slam me to the writer or maybe slip him a few thousand bucks to turn my interview into a smear job?

Nick: Can you hear yourself? You're accusing me of bribing reporters, like everyone's responsible but you.

Sharon: This article really trashed me.

Nick: How much of it isn't true? Dad married you on a whim. You've been power-hungry ever since, and now you're treating Newman like it's your own personal playground, like the bratty kid you are.

Sharon: A child?

Nick: A brat having a tantrum, and I'm tired of it.

Sharon: Oh, well, that's, uh, fine, because you won't have to deal with it any longer.

Nick: Why? Are you stepping down from Newman?

Sharon: Nope, you are. This brat just fired you.

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

Sarge: It is possible you're not going to get any better.

Victor: Then you must know that I was offered another shift.

Woman: Gonna take it?

Nick: And I need you to tell me if there's something I should know.

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