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Episode # 10026 ~ Jill Returns to Genoa City; Genevieve & Tucker Bid a Heartbreaking Farewell

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Emma

Chelsea: (Sighs) See? It's cute, right?

Chloe: Cute, bordering on precious. Oh, you know, its okay, though. We can just play up the whole granny-chic thing for photo shoots.

Chelsea: We haven't even started making clothes yet, and you're already talking about photo shoots?

Chloe: "Inside the designer's atelier." It's French for "Workshop."

Chelsea: As in "Le kick-ass atelier"?

Chloe: Exactly. What?

Chelsea: Adam and I have never used this place before. It's not like we have tons of guests wanting to use our cottage, but I could have sworn everything was covered in sheets before. Do you feel that? Like someone's been here?

Chloe: I don't know, but it's very brown.

Chelsea: (Chuckles) That's true. It's cozy, though.

Chloe: Yeah.

Adam: Jack. Jackie? Thought you were one of those "First in the office, last to leave" kind of-- kind of guys. (Sighs)

Adam: (Sniffs)

Phyllis: You know, Adam, go ahead, stay there. Snuggle up in the chair so you can feel closer to daddy. I won't tell anyone, but, um, just some advice. Don't let Jack find you there.

Adam: This chair has been mine more than once. You've been V.P. of Research and Development... never.

Phyllis: I'm gonna take an office pool-- how long it takes Jack to realize you're a snake and boot you out of here.

Adam: (Tsking) Red, Red, Red.

Phyllis: Junior, Junior, Junior.

Adam: What do you say we just make peace, lay down our slings and arrows? I intend to stay here. Not going anywhere. I'm gonna make things work, and I'm gonna do what Jack wants. Will you?

Jack: Bill.

Billy: Hey, Chief. Whatever you have to say must be extremely sensitive for you to have me come here instead of just meeting me at the office.

Jack: So how's Victoria doing?

Billy: She's good. She's a trouper, eating all the gelato in Italy, you know?

Jack: Gelato. (Chuckles)

Billy: Mm.

Jack: It's a nice detail. Kind of takes the lie to the next level.

Billy: What--what are you talking about?

Jack: You lied to me, Billy. You sent Victoria to Miami to screw me over. You betrayed me, Brother. And you broke my heart.

Lauren: Hi. Your brow is extra furrowed. Let me guess-- Paul's case?

Michael: What are the chances that the judge will fall sick and another judge will come in and dismiss the case, just like Phyllis's?

Lauren: I don't think that's a legal strategy you should be counting on.

Michael: I can't figure out a way to help Paul.

Lauren: Again, I'm no legal expert, but--

Michael: If I--if I could just find a way not to prosecute this case, if I could just find a way to avoid putting Paul on trial, I could turn a lose-lose situation into-- not a win-win, exactly, but, you know, a-a hard-fought tie.

Heather: Michael, I need to talk to you about my dad.

Michael: You know we can't talk about that case.

Heather: Remember how you were worried that it would be too hard for me to be A.D.A. and stay away from my dad's case?

Michael: You said you could handle this.

Heather: I was wrong. From now on, every second of every day has to be about clearing my dad of murder. I'm requesting a leave of absence.

Paul: And at some point, you'll go to Isabella's bungalow on Coronado?

Chris: Okay, and the bank in Berkeley, but both of those after I go to Ricky's old apartment in Evanston... (Sighs) But, Paul, I know in my heart that Ricky saved that video of Rachel's murder. It exists, I know it, and I will find it.

Paul: Yeah, well, it's the longest of long shots. I just don't want you putting too much pressure on yourself.

Chris: I know we hate to say it, but Ricky was a killer. Eden would be dead if you hadn't pulled the trigger, and for them to accuse you and try you in court-- I have to do this. The clock is ticking.

Paul: Trial starts sooner than I'd like, that's for sure.

Chris: I will move fast to find that video, but I will find it. Do you trust me?

Paul: Always and forever.

Genevieve: Hey, Tucker. Hey, you got a minute? Um, I'd like to buy you a drink.

Tucker: Oh, no, I better not. Who knows how much that drink would cost me?

Genevieve: I need your help, Tucker.

Tucker: Bank's closed.

Genevieve: No, it's not about money or payback. I need your help to find Colin.

Tucker: Oh, you want to see your criminal ex again? Well, is this about romance or, uh, did you dig yourself into a brand-new hole?

Ronan: Um, excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.

Tucker: Yeah.

Ronan: I have, uh, some more questions for you about this missing person case.

Genevieve: You're gonna get the same answer over and over. Find Colin, and you'll find the woman.

Ronan: You're gonna stick with that, aren't you?

Genevieve: Yes! It's the truth.

Ronan: Okay, okay then. I got a call just now about a body found in an alley not far from here, so I'm gonna give you a chance to do this one more time, and hopefully, this time, you can tell me the truth.

Michael: You want a leave of absence now?

Heather: Look, I-I know its short notice.

Michael: Short notice? It's no notice at all.

Heather: Right.

Michael: The reason I have A.D.A.s is so they can pick up the slack when I am entrenched in a case, like Paul's. I need you now.

Heather: Not as much as my dad does. Chris is gonna follow Eden's leads, and she's gonna prove that Ricky tried to kill Rachel. I mean, he would have done the same thing to your sister. I have to go with Chris, with or without your permission, and if that means that you have to fire me, I totally understand. You brought me back when no one else would have, and I will always be grateful for that. But I can't choose helping my boss and my friend over saving my dad. Excuse me.

Lauren: (Sighs) She's very brave. Please tell me that you understand that she has to defend her father.

Michael: Yeah. Let's all take a leave of absence so we can help Paul.

Tucker: Yeah.

Genevieve: Well done. You found a body in the alley and you waste time on me instead of finding Colin.

Ronan: Considering the fact that I didn't find his blood in her room, I think I'm--

Genevieve: Look, he sent that woman here to torture me and my son. Then he got rid of her and he framed me.

Ronan: Okay, he framed you. Why exactly is he setting all this in motion, then?

Genevieve: I-I don't know. This is a man who set his own daughter's death into motion. You know, don't ask me to explain why he does what he does. Find him and get the answers for yourself.

Ronan: I know exactly what Atkinson is capable of, but you were the last one to see the victim. It was your fingerprints found on the bloody weapon inside that room.

Genevieve: For all you know, that body in the alley is not even the same person.

Ronan: (Scoffs) Okay. We're gonna make an I.D. on the body and we're gonna do it fast, and I'm gonna come back here with an arrest warrant for you. Don't leave the club.

Billy: You set me up. You waved Miami underneath my nose, and you set me up.

Jack: I gave you a chance, Billy. I asked you to your face if you had come aboard at Newman to help Victoria. You said no. No, it was for your children. For their legacy, you said. What, have you been playing poker so long, you thought you could bluff me like some drunk in a casino? Yeah, I fed you false information. What did you do? You went straight to Victoria with it!

Billy: I did. I went to my wife, a concept I'm sure you don't understand, because your wives don't stick around that long. You wanted me to... (Chuckles) Give you complete and total alliance like a good little soldier. Did you get that from Victor Newman? That's his move.

Jack: You could have walked away.

Billy: It's a little hard when Lurch is telling you that you have to take one for the team in order to save your marriage.

Jack: Victor was in on this? You let that son of a bitch think you could all put one over on me, your brother?

Billy: Stop. Please don't do that. Y-you ran your own sister off.

Jack: I offered Ashley a job.

Billy: You offered Ashley a demotion. You're the reason why she's in New York City.

Jack: I should never have talked you into coming to Newman. You were right. You were right. What you and Victoria have makes you every bit as much a Newman as it makes her an Abbott.

Billy: So what now?

Jack: You're fired, that's what.

Billy: So that's it? I'm fired, no discussion?

Jack: You lied, we talked, you're fired.

Billy: Thank you. Thank you. No, really, you just did the first decent thing you've ever done for me. Now I can get the hell away from Newman and your silly little war and your obsession and your lectures.

Jack: Oh, that's right, you're the victim here. You just stabbed me in the back. Now let's start whining about big, bad Jack.

Billy: Hey, I got an idea. You already cut Ashley. Now me. Why don't you force Traci into working for you so you could fire her, too? You know, it's a real shame that Abby's already--

Jack: This is about you and me and no one else!

Billy: I know better than that! I know it's not just about me. It's the fact that I helped Victor Newman's daughter. I didn't want to take this job! I wanted to stay away from Newman and your stupid war, and I told you that and you knew it, and you know what? You just proved me right. And I'll tell you something else, Jack. If Victoria can beat you, if she can get Newman back, then I am all for it, because that might be the only thing that'll save you from you.

Genevieve: Tucker. Colin isn't gonna stop. He had that woman murdered so that he could shut her up and lock me away at the same time. He knows that I am the one who helped to put him away, so he wants to return the favor now. It's a game to him. It is, and the stakes are so high, it's-- it's my life, it's my freedom.

Tucker: Shh, shh, shh. Slow down. You don't even know if it was the same woman.

Genevieve: (Exhales slowly) Please help me. Please.

Tucker: I was this close to federal charges. I cannot afford to rumble with the law right now or with your psycho ex.

Genevieve: I never should have left the states... and I never should have left you.

Tucker: It's a little late for that pitch.

Genevieve: (Voice breaking) I know. I'm sorry. I know how much I hurt you, but please... (Normal voice) Oh, Tucker, I've never needed anyone as much as I need you now. Please help me.

Tucker: I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I can't. I can't do it.

Genevieve: Tucker...

Jack: (Exhales slowly) Well, no knives, no blood. That's progress, particularly reassuring as I'm gonna have to be away from the office for a while.

Adam: Long lunch?

Jack: Medical procedure.

Adam: What kind of medical procedure?

Jack: Oh, you know, precautionary measure. Doctors worry about the least little thing these days. Ideally, Billy would be filling in for me, but he's no longer a part of this company.

Phyllis: Since when?

Jack: It doesn't matter. He's not here anymore.

Adam: Oh, Phyllis, somebody should have started a pool on how soon it would take Billy to split.

Jack: As such, congratulations, Adam. You will be the acting C.E.O. during my brief absence.

Phyllis: You're joking, right?

Jack: Adam, you all right with that?

Adam: You're trusting me with a great deal, Jack. Thank you. You go do what you have to do. Newman will be in good hands while you're gone.

Chelsea: I mean, hair stuff, really? (Scoffs)

Chloe: Yeah, but that stuff's expensive. Yeah, I mean, what is all this-- I don't underst-- oh, I like this color.

Chelsea: Oh, good. I'm glad you approve. Someone is living in my cottage.

Chloe: Like a squatter? A vagrant.

Chelsea: A vagrant who buys $20 lip gloss?

Chloe: No, more like $30. Maybe it's Genevieve Atkinson. Yeah, I mean, she got kicked out of the mansion. Maybe she just downgraded to here.

Chelsea: Or there could be an entirely different explanation.

Chloe: Like what kind of explanation?

Chelsea: I don't know. Maybe Adam has the answer.

Adam: So when you say "procedure," you mean surgery?

Jack: As I said, it's a precautionary measure. Don't worry, I won't be gone long enough for you to get used to this chair.

Adam: Of course.

(Cell phone rings)

Adam: Excuse me, I have to take this.

Jack: Yeah, go ahead. (Exhales slowly) (Grunting)

Phyllis: Please tell me this is a setup. You have T.N.T. under the chair and it's gonna explode. You--you can't possibly trust that weasel.

Jack: Adam is a figurehead to reassure our stockholders. He will have no more power while I'm gone, and I will not be gone that long.

Phyllis: An hour is too long with that freak in charge.

Jack: Adam supported my takeover. He has made it very clear he wants this to work.

Phyllis: Awesome, so he gets a paycheck as a thank-you. You know, I'm not a huge Billy fan, but I would much rather have Billy sitting there in this instance than Adam.

Jack: That's not an option. Adam's our guy.

Adam: What's up, Chelse?

Sharon: Adam, Adam, it's me.

Adam: What are you doing? You're not supposed to be going up to the main house. Chelsea's liable to find you any minute.

Sharon: Yeah, I know. She almost did at the cottage. She and Chloe walked in and I had to sneak out. Adam, what do I do?

Adam: Just--just lay low. I'll figure something out.

Sharon: Adam--

Adam: I'll keep you safe.

Paul: You know, I'm stuck. I really hate the idea that I can't leave town and I have to sit by and watch you do my job for me.

Chris: No, it's my job now. It always was. I never should have gotten so sucked up in that Phyllis thing. Heather was right. When you were arrested, my attention should have been on you and only you. It never should have gotten this far.

Paul: No, Heather didn't mean anything by it. She was, you know, she just loves her old man, that's all.

Chris: Oh, we all do.

Paul: (Chuckles)

Heather: Hey.

Chris: Hey.

Paul: Hi. Just talking about you.

Heather: Yeah? It's, uh, it's all settled. I'm coming with you.

Billy: The jig is up, Baby. Jack knows you're in Miami and he promptly fired my ass.

Victoria: Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? How did he know?

Billy: He set us up. That's why you're not getting anywhere with that Miami department store guy.

Victoria: (Sighs) I knew it the second I walked into his office. Something seemed off and he handed me a big bag of runaround. I'm so sorry. This is so humiliating.

Billy: I blew it for you. I'm sorry. No more man on the inside.

Victoria: How angry was Jack?

Billy: Oh, he was just a little bit ballistic. Ballistic, I can handle. It was the part where he said that, uh... I broke his heart. That stung.

Victoria: (Sighs) You wanted to quit and walk away, and I made you stay for my sake.

Billy: You and the kids trump all. I told Jack that and I'll tell anyone else who asks, so pack your bags, come home. We need you here.

Adam: You taking off for your procedure?

Jack: Like I told you earlier, don't get too comfy in my chair, though I don't imagine Phyllis is gonna let that happen.

Adam: Checks and balances. Just how I like it.

Phyllis: Well, it doesn't really matter what you like, Adam, 'cause it's not up to you, right?

Jack: Okay, go at it, you two. Help yourselves. Frankly, I find it a little amusing, but be productive and be professional. Keep the money coming in. If you'll excuse me, I have a doctor to humor.

Phyllis: I'll get my keys.

Jack: No, you don't need to drive me, and please God, no vigils in the waiting area. Last of all, no one outside of this room needs to know about this.

Adam: Agreed. The public doesn't need to know that the new Newman C.E.O. is in surgery.

Jack: Thank you, Adam.

Phyllis: Um, I'll wrap things up here and then I'll go to the hospital, okay?

Jack: I just said--

Phyllis: I-I--one person is not a vigil, Jack.

Jack: I'll see you later.

Adam: You don't appoint an acting C.E.O., especially me, for a little nothing procedure. I think Jack is worried.

Phyllis: Maybe he realized he hired you.

Adam: Ha. You know, I enjoy a little playful banter every now and again, a crack or two... but I intend to take this very seriously. What would it take to convince you that I want what's best for Newman?

Phyllis: Quit.

Genevieve: (Gasps)

Tucker: Come here. This is a great idea. You gonna skip town? I'm sure your son and his family will appreciate that.

Genevieve: Actually, they will.

Tucker: Yeah, and what about the police? They don't appreciate persons of interest taking off. (Whispering) I told you, I've been on the wrong side of the law too much lately.

Genevieve: What are you gonna do? Are you gonna turn me in? Oh, my God, do you hate me that much?

Tucker: Shh. Take this. You go, you go now. Don't look back.

Genevieve: Tucker--

Tucker: Go.

Genevieve: Okay. I know how to disappear.

Tucker: (Normal voice) I know you do.

Genevieve: (Sniffling)

Tucker: Take off, Kid.

Genevieve: I love you.

Phyllis: Seriously?

Billy: Oh, come on.

Phyllis: Seriously? Way to go. Quit Newman and leave me to deal with Adam.

Billy: I didn't jump, Phyllis. I was pushed. My services were no longer required, so I was fired.

Phyllis: You were fired by Jack? He fired you? What did you do? It must have been horrible to make him mad enough to fire you.

Billy: Well, I didn't run anyone down with my car, if that's what you mean. 

Phyllis: What'd you do? What'd you do?

Billy: I betrayed my own brother for my own ends-- nothing that you haven't done to someone time and time again.

Phyllis: Well, not to Jack. You just can't--you can't-- you can't get the sleaze off of you, can you?

Billy: Look at the drool on the side of your mouth. You want all the little dirty details, don't you? Well, tough.

Phyllis: Honestly... (Chuckles) It's sort of like sweet revenge. It kind of makes me feel warm and fuzzy that you got fired by your brother, and you, in fact, fired me from the magazine that I created and built.

Billy: You truly are a sweetheart, you know that?

Phyllis: Yeah, I am. You know, and I'm gonna prove to you how sweet I am.

Billy: (Clears throat)

Phyllis: I don't care what you have to do-- beg, plead, bribe somebody to get your job back at Newman, but I cannot, cannot work with Adam. Please.

Billy: What do you mean, work with Adam? Jack's in charge.

Phyllis: He can't run Newman from surgery and recovery.

Billy: I'm sorry, what? Jack's in surgery?

Phyllis: Wow, you must have really pissed him off not to tell you that.

Chloe: Okay, when you figure out who crashed here without your permission, you're gonna haul off and you're gonna clock her. Okay, come on, did you come from a whole scary "Grifter" past? I mean, come on, you can totally take her.

Chelsea: Okay, it's-- its fine, all right? I'm sure it's probably nothing.

Chloe: What did I say about the whole vanilla thing, okay? This is your house. This is your turf. Okay, do you want me to stick around here...?

Chelsea: (Laughs) No.

Chloe: When Adam gets home?

Chelsea: Okay.

Chloe: Do you want me to be here when you confront him about the uninvited guest?

Chelsea: I get it. I get it, no vanilla, and I will talk to Adam alone, and thanks for the vote of confidence in my scary grifter self. You're pretty scary, too.

Chloe: We're not gonna hug now, right?

Chelsea: God, no.

Adam: Ah, we have company.

Chloe: Oh, I was just leaving.

Adam: Did you find an investor to buy me out of TagNGrab yet?

Chloe: Oh, yeah, there was this guy on the side of the road. He offered me $15 million, but I didn't like his face. Bye.

Chelsea: (Clears throat) What are you doing home?

Adam: Big news. Jack is, uh... well, he's having to step out for a little while, so he's appointed me as acting C.E.O.

Chelsea: Moving up the ladder. You must be so happy.

Adam: You seem... not happy. What's going on?

Chelsea: Who's the woman in our cottage?

Chris: Heather, I'm committed to clearing your dad, so if you're leaving your job because you're concerned about that--

Heather: No, no, no, no, no, I know exactly how dedicated you are. You've been proving that for months, but just-- maybe two of us can work that much faster.

Paul: You know, between the two of you, with all your skills and credentials, there'll be so many doors you'll be able to open...

Heather: Yeah, hopefully.

Paul: But I'm worried about maybe, uh... being able to open a certain safety-deposit box.

Chris: No, if we find one, we'll open it.

Heather: Yeah, absolutely.

Paul: Well... there's a team I can stake my life on. What about your job? What did Michael have to say about all of this?

Heather: Oh, you know, that I'm, uh, leaving him in a bind, that I should have given him more notice. It's all true.

Chris: Okay, but is he gonna take you back when it's over?

Heather: I don't know, but I can live with that.

Michael: Hey. I'm sorry. Excuse us.

Lauren: Hi.

Michael: Uh, you win. Your job will be waiting for you. My, um, better, prettier half reminded me that I failed to make that promise to you before you took off so, uh... I'm here to give you my blessing.

Paul: Your blessing to trash your case against me.

Lauren: (Laughs) Well, as his official off-the-record spokesperson, honestly, it couldn't happen fast enough.

Chris: Uh, we know. We have to go now, really.

Heather: Yeah?

Chris: Yeah.

Heather: Okay. Dad, when we get back, this will all be different.

Paul: I love you.

Heather: I love you, too.

Chris: She's right, it will be.

Paul: You know, I can't tell you what it means to have you both care the way you do.

Heather: Hey, take care of him for us, okay?

Lauren: Yeah, you got it.

Paul: Thank you.

Chris: Thank me when we come home with that video.

Billy: Hey.

Jack: What are you doing here?

Billy: Oh, just passing through. What do you think? My brother's having surgery.

Jack: I'm just getting the knife you stuck in my back removed. There's nothing for you to worry about.

Billy: Ah, well, Phyllis must be confused. She seems to think that you're having a bullet removed from your spine.

Jack: That was private information she wasn't supposed to share with anyone.

Billy: Oh, well, the funny thing is, she just didn't seem to think that "Private" meant from your own brother.

Jack: Listen to me. You are not to tell Ashley or Traci or anyone else. You understand?

Billy: Come on, Jack. You didn't even tell Kyle.

Jack: I will tell them when I am ready.

Billy: Fine, not a word.

Jack: Good. Now you can leave.

Billy: No, actually, I can't, because my brother's about to get cut into, and I need to be here in case something happens.

Jack: Nothing's gonna happen. It's a simple procedure.

Billy: Good, that's the spirit. Keep telling yourself that. I need you to know that I feel awful about what I was doing with Victoria, and I feel even worse today, but right now, I'm gonna try to be a good brother. I'm gonna stay here, I'm gonna tell you some really awful jokes until that--

Jack: I think I asked you to leave.

Billy: Come on, Jack. Don't hang up on this. You need your family.

Jack: I needed my family when I asked you to work for me at Newman. I don't need my family now. Go.

Billy: I really am sorry, Jack. Be well.

Phyllis: Hey, hey. What are you doing out here? I sent you in there to be a decent brother for once.

Billy: Yeah, well, I blew that before I walked in the door, so now it's up to you, Phyllis. You should be here for Jack because, uh... he's certainly not gonna let it be me.

Adam: This is not how it looks.

Chelsea: Then tell me what it is.

Adam: I can't, not yet.

Chelsea: I'm your wife, and you can't tell me about the woman living on our property? Then I'll go find out for myself.

Paul: Well, actually, it feels like I have a shot. I mean, if evidence exists that Ricky was the kind of person he was, I'm sure that Heather and Chris will find it.

Michael: Well, they better find it fast. Oh, I'm sorry, I've gotta take this.

Lauren: Yeah, of course.

Michael: Mm.

Lauren: (Sighs) You know Michael never wanted to take this case.

Paul: Hey, the guy's gotta do his job. I mean, there is material evidence. And, uh, to be honest with you, there's, uh, a part of me that felt guilty, you know, down in my soul. I failed as a father and maybe I should have been locked up. I can't tell you how many times Chris has talked me down off that ledge.

Lauren: Chris, not Nina?

Paul: (Chuckles) Well, of course, Nina. Chris and Nina, too.

Lauren: You know, Honey, you have really gone through pure hell the last couple months, and you can't go through something like that without coming out changed, you know, different feelings.

Paul: Lauren, nothing's changed.

Lauren: Yeah?

Paul: Yeah.

Lauren: With that look in your eye...

Paul: (Sighs)

Lauren: And the way you just watched Christine go just now?

Paul: Oh, that's-- all that was gratitude.

Lauren: Paul.

Paul: Okay. (Sighs) Whenever I'm with Chris, it feels like 20 years ago and brand-new at the same time.

Lauren: (Chuckles)

Paul: It's wrong, and it's a disaster, but, uh... (Sighs) I think I'm falling for Chris again.

Ronan: Tucker.

Tucker: Yeah. Anything on that body in the alley?

Ronan: You got a badge I don't know about?

Tucker: I'm just trying to help.

Ronan: Question for you now-- where's your friend Genevieve?

Tucker: Oh, she's in her room, I suppose.

Ronan: Okay. Yeah, she's not in her room and she's not down here, and the last person I saw her with was you.

Tucker: Well, wish I could help. But then, you're the professional.

Ronan: (Sighs)

Tucker: Well, look who's back, and as glorious as ever. (Chuckles)

Phyllis: Hey, are you sedated yet, or should I come back when you are?

Jack: What did I tell you about keeping your mouth shut regarding the surgery?

Phyllis: Okay, in all fairness, I knew you were mad at Billy, but I didn't know he was part of the general public who didn't know you were having surgery.

Jack: Okay, now you know. No one--tell no one.

Phyllis: He feels awful about what he did, just so you know.

Jack: Already?

Phyllis: Just give me the word. Give me the word, I'll bust you out of here if you don't want to do this.

Jack: You'd actually do that for me?

Phyllis: Absolutely not. You're having this surgery, but when you're better, out of surgery, you can yell at me about Billy.

Jack: I'm gonna hold you to that.

Phyllis: Hey. You're gonna be fine, okay?

Billy: Hey, Vick. So, uh, news is Jack's going in for surgery, and I admit, I'm a little freaked out... (Clears throat) So I hope you're on the way to the airport, because I could really use seeing your face.

Victoria: (Screaming)

Sharon: Oh, Adam, thank God.

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

Chelsea: Your sweet little mistress was just trying to defend your honor. Too bad you don't have any.

Nick: I didn't mean to pry.

Avery: I want you to pry.

Victoria: (Grunting)

(Pounding on door)

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