Young & The Restless Transcript
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Nikki: Leave me alone!
Jack: Let me in, nikki. You’re not okay. None of this is okay.
Nikki: Pretend you didn’t see me.
Jack: No, I saw you.
Nikki: Well, I don’t want to see you, so get out of here.
Jack: I am not going anywhere. I am your sponsor, remember? A job you asked me to do.
Nikki: I am fine. And you’re fired.
Jack: No, you can fire me once you’re sober. Let me in. Come on. You can’t even stand up here. Don’t make me push the door in.
[ Nikki grunts ]
Nikki: Fine. You asked for it.
Jack: My god. What happened here?
Nikki: Oh, what’s the matter, jack? You were just trying to beat my door down a second ago, and now you’re running scared?
Jack: Give me that. Give me that.
Nikki: Hey– well, gee, thanks. What a gentleman. Make mine a double, will ya?
Jack: This is over.
Nikki: Oh, no, it is not. You are not the boss of me. I am the boss of me. And I want a drink, so either pour or get out of here.
Jack: You have had plenty to drink. I’m not going anywhere until I sober you up and take you to a meeting. We can still make the late night meeting.
Nikki: I’m sick of meetings. All those sad sacks. My name is nikki and I’m an alcoholic. God, how many times have I said that in depressing church basements? And where has it gotten me? Huh? Right here. Well, I’m done. It doesn’t work.
Jack: No, it works if you work it–
Nikki: Oh, shut up. I’m not going to a meeting and I’m not going to get sober.
Jack: Nikki.
Nikki: No. Get away.
Jack: Nikki, stop.
[ Nikki pants ]
Nikki: I can’t do it, jack. Not this time. I give up.
Jack: No. No, you are not giving up. Not on my watch.
Nikki: Hey, turn those lights back down. You’re ruining my mood lighting.
Jack: This room is a mess. You are a mess. Your breath reeks of alcohol. It’s oozing out of your pores. Look at yourself.
Nikki: Wow, that’s your idea of a pep talk? Cuz it stinks. I know what I look like. I know what all this looks like, and it’s what it is. It’s a bender. And you’re not invited.
Jack: Could you please send up two bottles– make it four bottles of water, a pot of coffee and an omelet, some sourdough toast and potatoes. And put a rush on it, please. I’ll pay for it.
Nikki: I sure hope that’s for you because that sounds disgusting.
Jack: Well, hopefully, it’ll sober you up.
Nikki: That’s so not true, jack. I mean, why does everybody think that? It just makes you wide awake, drunk with a sick stomach.
Jack: We’ll see who’s right when you eat. Lauren is looking for you. Victor is looking for you. You’re ignored at all my calls.
Nikki: Uh-huh, uh-huh. I got the messages.
Jack: Nikki, talk to me. How did you end up here like this?
Nikki: Well, same way I always do. I am me.
Jack: No, I don’t understand. The whole nightmare with jordan is over. Wait, maybe you haven’t heard. Cole and victoria found claire. She’s okay.
Nikki: Yeah, I know. I got the texts. I– I’m glad that she’s safe. Let’s do a toast to claire.
Jack: Yeah, thank you. Claire is okay. Harrison is home. Jordan is dead. Now, you can stop drinking.
Nikki: None of that changes anything for me.
Jack: Was this just a celebration? Is that what it is? An excuse to get hammered again?
Nikki: I don’t need an excuse.
Jack: Why didn’t you call me when you first got the urge to pick up a bottle again?
Nikki: There’s no point. I mean, it would have just been a huge waste of time for you, just like now is. Don’t you get it? I’m a lost cause. (Vo) you might be used to living with your albuterol asthma
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Jack: Nikki.
Nikki: Hey.
Jack: Listen to me. You are not a lost cause. That is the booze talking. I’m not going to listen to it and neither should you.
Nikki: Get off of me!
Jack: They’re going to bring up food soon. Why don’t you go splash your face with water?
Nikki: Oh. Yeah, you’d like that. I know what you’re doing. You want me to take a good hard look in the bathroom mirror and recognize that I have hit rock bottom and need to pull myself up and all that, but you don’t understand. It is too late. I’ve been here so many times and here I am again.
Jack: You know what? I don’t want to hear this anymore. I don’t know who you see in the mirror. I see a strong, compassionate woman who has been tortured for months by jordan. It has been harrowing, yes, but I know one thing about you. You always come out on the other side of these battles stronger and better.
Nikki: Well, not this time. My family hates me. I’ve let them all down.
Jack: Where is this coming from? Your family could not be more supportive. They’re probably worried sick about you right now, and where you are. In fact, we should give them a call.
Nikki: What? No! No, don’t you dare, jack! Don’t you do that!
Jack: Stop!
Nikki: I had a dream. Do you hear me? I had a dream and I– I saw the future. My whole family hates me and they’re– they’re sick of me and my crap choices, and I made those even when I was sober, and they finally had enough. I– I ruined everything, so the least I can do is let them move on without me, right?
Jack: Nikki, it’s a dream. It’s a vodka-soaked nightmare. I know it feels real sometimes. It’s not. It is your fears and you can’t put any stock in it.
Nikki: You’re right. There is only one thing I can count on and I can’t let it down. I can’t hurt it. I can’t break its heart and it can’t break mine. Will you stop it?
Jack: It will break your heart every time, nikki. It will. That dream was not telling you the future. That dream was warning you what would happen if you don’t stop drinking. All that you could lose, a family you adore, a family that loves you, adores you. They depend on you more than you know. You are the rock of that family and your dear friends count on you as well.
Nikki: My dear friends are gone, jack. Katherine, neil.
Jack: If katherine and neil were here right now, what would they say? They’ve given you some tough love over the years.
Nikki: They’re not here.
Jack: No, I am, and so is lauren, and so is michael, and so many other people who come to you for guidance.
Nikki: Anybody who would count on me now is an idiot. You can tell them I said so.
Jack: No, I’m not going to do that. No, you want to sober up and tell them yourself, knock yourself out, because you and I both know once the vodka’s out of your system, you’re going to think straight again.
Nikki: No, not going to happen.
Jack: I’m not going to let you give up, nikki.
Nikki: Really? What are you going to do to stop me?
Jack: I think we need to talk about rehab.
Nikki: Oh, no, no. No way.
Jack: I know you thought you could handle it.
Nikki: No way. Uh-uh.
Jack: This has progressed, nikki. You need more than me and meetings. You need the constant care and help of professionals in a facility.
Nikki: It’s not going to work, jack. My god, do you know how many times I’ve been down this– well, yeah, you do. Been around for decades. First was my riding accident, then my intervention. I’ve tried everything.
Jack: And they worked.
Nikki: Until they didn’T.
Jack: Nikki, relapse is part of recovery. You know that. You have to let the program work for you again.
Nikki: It won’t work, jack, because I know all the right words to say, okay? I– I can do anything to make people believe I am working the program, but I won’t be. It’s all an act.
Jack: So you fake it ’til you make it.
Nikki: Will you shut up with your stupid sayings? I am trying to be honest here. You have to want to get sober, but I don’T.
Jack: Why not?
Nikki: I’m sorry I let you down. And don’t take it personally. I let everybody down.
Jack: The only important person here is you. Do not let yourself down, nikki. You can do this. I know it seems bleak now. I know it’s scary. I have been here myself. But it can turn around. You know it can turn around.
Nikki: Yeah, let me guess. This too shall pass?
Jack: Yes, and without it being a miracle from heaven.
Nikki: Oh, stop it. Your damn positivity. You can’t turn on a few lights and say that everything is going to be okay and make it so.
Jack: That is not what I expected.
Nikki: You know what I’m doing right now? I am trying to figure out how to get you out of here so I can open another bottle.
Jack: Too bad. I got nothing but time on my hands. I have nowhere I have to go. I’m going to sit here and listen to you until you agree to go to a meeting.
Nikki: Oh, my god. Your ego. I mean, you are so damn smug. You really think that you can fix me? Why don’t you go to an al-anon meeting? I mean, maybe they can knock it into your thick skull that you can’t change anybody, especially me.
Jack: Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stop thinking you know the future. We are here. This is now. And you can leave those bottles unopened just for tonight. That’s all you have to think about.
Nikki: Ah, there you are.
Jack: Nikki.
Nikki: Come to mama.
[ Nikki sighs ] Damn it.
Jack: Nikki, I know this is terrifying. I know some part wants to just give up and drown yourself. It’s seductive. But it also fools you into believing this is what you want, that this is what you deserve. The booze is telling you you’re not strong enough. The booze is telling you you failed. You have to find a way to drown out that noise.
Nikki: I don’t want to find it, jack. I– I can’t fight this anymore. It’s 24-7. I mean, will I drink or will I not drink? And then– and then, when I take a drink, then all that goes away. I mean, don’t I deserve to have a little piece and quiet?
[ Bottle shatters ] Type 2 diabetes?
Nikki: Oh, you’re still here.
Jack: Hey, yeah. Room service came, cleaned up a little bit. Why don’t– come have something to drink?
Nikki: Oh, that’ll be vodka.
Jack: I don’t give up that easily. Come on, have a little bite to eat.
Nikki: No, I’m not hungry. Smells nauseating.
Jack: Ah, that’ll go away after the third bite.
Nikki: Oh, are you a doctor now? Or just playing one on tv?
Jack: Just a few forkfuls. Here. Have some coffee.
Nikki: Um, I really don’t feel well. Could you get me a cold towel in the bathroom?
Jack: So you can get another slug? No, that’s not going to happen. No, I know all the tricks. Come on, drink.
Nikki: I don’t have the strength to fight this anymore. I mean, look what I’ve done. Harrison could have been killed. Claire, too.
Jack: Nikki, nikki, that’s over. Jordan is gone.
Nikki: I can’t even celebrate that. The damage is done. How many years does poor harrison have of horrific nightmares? As for claire, who knows what jordan did to her, how that will affect her.
Jack: I don’t have any of those answers. No one does. We’ll only know with time. But I will say ’til I am blue in the face, you are not to blame for jordan’s actions.
Nikki: I should have let her die when I had the chance.
Jack: If you insist on being responsible, why not do what you do best?
Nikki: Hand me that bottle and I will.
Jack: Pulling yourself together to help your family.
Nikki: Yeah, I’m a real mother teresa.
Jack: Think, if you were able to take all of the energy you’re using to convince me you should drink to fighting for something else, for people you love, for organizations you believe in.
Nikki: Oh, god, jack. You think doing charity work will make me sober?
Jack: I think if you stopped wallowing in self-pity for long enough, you would realize that it has helped you in the past to be there for others. Think of how you have helped new hope. Think of all the fundraising you’ve done for ms.
Nikki: Well, I’ll just do another concert. Then, all my troubles will be over.
Jack: That is not you talking. You are a kind, thoughtful person. That is liquor talking.
Nikki: I’m just letting the real me out and it’s a damn relief.
Jack: So, what about the people you’ve helped? People whose lives you have literally changed. Katherine and neil would tell you, you changed theirs. You helped them at very low moments in their lives. Why not do the same thing for your great-grandson? Create happy memories for him to block out all those nightmares. Help claire so she doesn’t backslide. Hug her. Welcome her. I think you’ll be surprised at how helpful all that is.
Nikki: You’re right. I– I should help them. They deserve it. They deserve all of me. They deserve for me to pour this down the sink. And call that rehab.
Jack: Wait, do you mean that?
Nikki: Nice try, jack, but I can’t help anybody.
Jack: Don’t do this, nikki. Don’t do this. Trust yourself. Trust the program. Trust your higher power. That bottle can’t do a damn thing for you. I know you, nikki. You can beat this.
Nikki: That nikki is gone. And you’re going to have to rip this out of my hand to stop me. You can feel it when your dream becomes a pursuit.
Jack: Nikki, I’m not going to wrestle you for that bottle.
Nikki: Well, that’s too proper for you. Don’t want to get down in the mud with me.
Jack: Come on, let– let me take you to a meeting.
Nikki: Oh, that would be pretty. All those people I’ve poured my heart out to looking at me like this.
Jack: No one is turned away. You are always welcome in that room.
Nikki: I am not going anywhere.
Jack: Okay, okay, okay, fine. Let– let me distract you. Talk to me. We can talk about happy memories. Memories we share.
Nikki: You think I haven’t done that? It’s a landmine. I mean, for every happy memory, there’s one ten times worse.
Jack: Okay, okay, then let’s talk about family. You have a great family. A husband who would follow you to the ends of the earth. Children who adore you. Who would be devastated if anything happened to you.
Nikki: Will you stop it? You’re just making things worse. You can’t fix me.
Jack: Here, give me.
Nikki: Hey!
Jack: Give me.
Nikki: Stop it. You said that you wouldn’t wrestle me.
Jack: No, if it takes getting down in the mud with you, I will make it happen.
Nikki: Fine. Pour it down the sink if you want. There’s plenty more where that came from.
Jack: Nikki, please.
Nikki: None of your lectures have worked. I– I’m sorry I picked you as my sponsor.
Jack: Wait, don’t say that.
Nikki: Why? Why? Because it makes you feel bad because you failed? The great jack abbott finally met a problem he couldn’t solve. Well, don’t blame yourself. That– that’s my fault. I mean, I– I let you talk me into it against victor’s wishes. Something else I screwed up. But he was right. You couldn’t help me and now he can say I told you so.
[ Nikki sighs ]
Nikki: That feels good. Don’t look so sad, jack. It’s a buzzkill. You either join the party or get out.
Jack: Fine, I will. Wow, that is smooth. I see you sprung for the triple distilled.
Nikki: Yeah, well, my life might be in the gutter, but I still have my standards.
Jack: Well, then you won’t mind my taking one of these bottles for myself.
Nikki: And do you really think you can stop me from getting drunk by drinking half my supply?
Jack: Just watch me.
Nikki: Put the glass down, jack. You’re making a fool of yourself.
Jack: You know what? We should call room service. See if they can send up some vermouth, some olives. I’ll make us a martini. Well, that’s not the kind of drinking we’re doing now, is it?
Nikki: What is your plan? Because I am not amused.
Jack: Oh, you want to be amused? Come on, let’s see if ol’ smilin’ jack can have fun again.
Nikki: I doubt that.
Jack: Oh, you don’t think so? Okay, I got a better idea. We got it in here somewhere. Oh, there it is.
Nikki: What are you doing? You can’t have me committed, you know. You don’t have the authority.
Jack: Relax, this isn’t about you. Kieran, it’s jack abbott. Yeah, yeah, it’s been a long time. Um, could you make a delivery to the genoa city athletic club, room 428? Yeah, same stuff. Thanks, buddy. You know what? You’re right. I have been wound too tight for too long. It is time to get loose. Struggling with the highs and lows of bipolar 1?
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Nikki: Who was that? Who did you call?
Jack: Patience, my dear. All– it’s fine.
Nikki: Whatever you’re up to, it won’t work.
Jack: I am merely doing what you asked. I’m joining the party.
Nikki: You know damn well it’s not a party.
Jack: Oh boy, do I know that well. But as you so kindly pointed out, I have been a failure as your sponsor. So, to hell with it.
Nikki: Don’t try your reverse psychology on me. I want you out of here right now.
Jack: Or what?
Nikki: Or I will start screaming.
Jack: No, I don’t think you’re going to do that. No, I think you’re curious how far I’m going to take this. No, you can’t drink all that liquor yourself. My god, it puts you in the hospital, and that’s not part of the plan, is it? You said no rehab, and that’s exactly where the hospital would send you. And after an ugly detox, the strongest drink they serve you is apple juice. No, I’m doing you a favor, helping you with this, so you don’t overdo it. So come on! Let’s have a little fun here. Let’s have some toast. Come on. Come on! You want to do the first toast?
Nikki: No.
Jack: Okay, I’ll do it. To jordan’s reign of terror. She fell to her death running from her own damn crimes.
Nikki: For god’s sake, stop this.
Jack: Okay, okay, okay. We’ll lighten it up. It’s family. Talk about… no, your 40th anniversary. Victor would be pissed if we left him out of this. I mean, speaking of that, what about our marriage? You want to drink to our marriage?
Nikki: Jack, no, I–
Jack: No, no, no, stop, stop. I know just the toast. Please, please. To our enduring friendship. A lifetime together. As friends. Through thick and thin, no matter what.
Nikki: I don’t wanna toast. I want you to leave so I can drink in peace.
Jack: But, wait, it’s just getting started.
Nikki: Now you’re mocking me. Trying to get me to see what I look like. Well, don’t bother. I know how pathetic I am.
Jack: Oh, please, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Did it ever occur to you this isn’t all about you? Maybe I’ve been experienced some hell these past few months. Harrison is my grandson. I almost lost him. I spent countless hours with victor newman, of all people, looking for him. And claire. And that’s just the half of it. Ashley is a mess and she won’t ask for help. Kyle and diane are doing some tug-of-war over their jobs at jabot, with me in the middle. And then… and then, there is you. My lifelong friend who I could not help. I’ve been juggling a million balls in the air. Trying to be there for everyone. I can’t do it. It’s not working. And then, I see you. I see you drink and… all the relief you get out of a drink. It kills me. I want some relief.
Nikki: Well, there’s just one thing wrong with your pitch, jack. Alcohol was never your problem.
Jack: No, you mean it was never my solution. No, alcohol will calm me, yes. Now, to take away the pain, I need something stronger.
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Nikki: You better not be trying to pull something.
Jack: This is about me, not you. Thanks. Now, this is what hits the spot. Schwarzkopf
Nikki: Stop this, jack. What you’re doing is very dangerous.
Jack: I know what I have to do now. It’s crystal clear. I have to put myself in your shoes. I haven’t been doing that as a sponsor. No, I’ve been lecturing you with empty platitudes and slogans. And that’s not enough. No, I have to remember what it feels like. And alcohol is not my drug of choice. Now, these. When I hold these in my hand, that gives me comfort. The ease they can give me.
Nikki: What about the harm they can do? You know that too.
Jack: Well, it doesn’t matter. Once the urge is triggered, the pull is too hard, right?
Nikki: Well, make a damn gratitude list.
Jack: I am grateful for you. I am grateful for the bond we have. I would do anything for you.
Nikki: Yeah, but not like this. You– you can’t ruin your life to help me.
Jack: I am your sponsor, nikki. I will do whatever it takes. I would follow you to rock bottom so we could climb out together.
Nikki: Is your ego so big? You– you hate failure so much that you would do something so stupid? Are– are you telling me that– that you still have your dealer’s number after all these years? Why would you do that?
Jack: For the same reason you have a bottle of vodka at the newman ranch. Just to know it’s there. A little test we give ourselves, we addicts. Just to know we have the power over our addiction. Until now.
Nikki: Well, you’re not as weak as I am. You’re strong. You’ve got too many years under your belt. Too much to lose.
Jack: I said that to diane. She didn’t know I had a pain pill problem. I confided in her when I agreed to be your sponsor. And you know what she said? She was worried that helping you might tempt me. Draw me back to the pills. I told her there’s not a chance. And then the stress builds and builds until I’m dealing with a maniac who’s with control of my grandchild. And for the first time in I don’t know how long, I thought just one pill would give me some release. Just– just to ease the tension. It would help everyone else. If they didn’t have to deal with my tension. If they didn’t have to deal with mr. Uptight.
Nikki: Nobody thinks of you that way.
Jack: You do. You said it yourself.
Nikki: That was just because I was mad at you. And I want you out of here.
Jack: I don’t want to go anywhere. I want what you have! I want to just drink and wash it all away. You do that. You’ve survived. I just want it for me. For one night.
Nikki: You know that’s not how it works, jack. That’s crap. That’s the disease talking. It’s the rationalization.
Jack: Wow, who’s handing out the platitudes and advice now?
Nikki: Well, that’s because you’re the one with the family who needs you. I mean, they count on you. You’re the glue that holds them together.
Jack: I said that about you.
Nikki: Yeah, but that was a lie. My family blames me for this whole nightmare with jordan. You saw it on summer’s face when I told her that I had saved jordan’s life. Oh, she tried to deny it, but it was obvious. She blames me. I saw it in her eyes.
Jack: No, no, no. No, no, no. I did not see that.
Nikki: Well, I don’t want to hear it. And I don’t want any company on my trip to rock bottom. Do you understand? This is my world. My nightmare and I don’t want company. You’re not welcome.
Jack: Too bad. You’re stuck with me. Come on! Let’s do this together.
Nikki: You are being incredibly cruel.
Jack: Oh, that is rich. I give up and join you, and I’m the cruel one. You level vitriol and accusations at me all night long. What do you expect me to do? Just turn my back on you?
Nikki: I expect you to get the hell out of here.
Jack: We’re in this together now.
Nikki: You’re trying to make me feel more worried about you than I am about myself.
Jack: No, no. But you don’t have to worry about me. I can handle it, just like you say you can.
Nikki: Okay, that’s it. That’s it. You’re out of here, buddy. Now. Or I am going to start screaming and I’m going to call the police, too. Jack! No! I can’t let you do that.
Jack: How’s it feel? To not be able to stop someone you love from hurting themselves?
Nikki: Jack! ( )
Nikki: You didn’t really take that pill. It was all an act. You were trying to show me what it’s like to not be able to stop you, right?
Jack: There is something liberating about just giving up.
Nikki: Jack, you– you have no reason to give up. I mean, you– you have everything. Your– your life is perfect.
Jack: On the outside, yeah. You don’t know my inner life.
Nikki: It’s because I’ve been too selfish to ask.
Jack: I let you down as a friend, as a sponsor. I know you blame yourself for what happened to claire. I blame myself for your slip.
Nikki: No, please, don’T. Don’t do that. Jack, please, listen. Listen to me. I– I am going to get sober, okay? I’m going to have some coffee and a little something to eat, okay? Come, come join me.
Jack: No, no, this feels too good.
Nikki: Jack, jack, no, please, stop. I’m begging you, please, give me the pills. Give me the pills. You– you can’t mix them with alcohol.
Jack: You’re giving me advice now? I like that.
[ Phone ringing ] What? What? I got it!
Nikki: Oh!
Jack: It’s victor. It’s a missed messages. Missed, mixed– can’t say it.
Nikki: All right. Give me my phone–
Jack: No, what, you don’t want me answering it? Hello, mr. Mustache. It’s me, mr. Uptight. You would not believe where I am. You should come join us for the fun.
Nikki: That is so not funny.
Jack: Can you imagine how he would react if he saw us here? It would be fun to see the look on his face– yeah, okay, yeah. Maybe we should leave him in the dark. He’d just disapprove. Give me that look. Why does he do that with his eyebrow? Hey, hey. Hey, what? Hey, let’s just stay here. Our own private paradise. You and me, okay? Look out for each other.
Nikki: Jack, jack, jack, I– I– I was wrong. You’re right, I– I– I’m sorry. I do need a meeting. I– I need you to take me. You need one, too.
Jack: Dance with me.
Nikki: No, no, no.
Jack: No, come on, dance with me.
Nikki: I don’t feel like dancing, jack.
Jack: Dance with me.
Nikki: Please, jack. Oh, my god. Jack, jack, wake up. Oh, my god, wake up. Jack, wake up, please. Jack!
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