Tuesday, February 9th

Spotting Neil at the bar, Jack races over to try take his drink away. Go home to your beautiful wife, beautiful life, Neil mutters – Devon’s with my wife – living my dream. You can’t just crawl into a hole with a shot-glass, and yes, Jack will fight him. Neil grabs Jack across the bar – I’ll drink if I want to and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! No fight left in you huh? Jack’s made his point.

Phyllis and Billy are blown away – but we can’t keep meeting here – someone might catch us. After they leave, Natalie logs onto her computer. Oh look – she planted a bug in Victor’s computer and can now spy as Victor tells Vikki that he wants eyes on Natalie 24/7. A guard outside the door will tip her off, Vikki reasons. Victor knows someone who’d be perfect for the job.

Summer was unable to find Max’s gloves – and back at CL’s, is alarmed to find he’s disappeared too!

Abby and Ben are enjoying their time in bed. Seems like a good time for Abby to worry about her Mom – she doesn’t look well – Neville says it’s the flu. Ben’s sure that’s all it is. And he isn’t ready to leave just yet. OMG! Max! Hi. Sorry, Max says as he barges in to catch them in bed. Are you really? This is out of line and you know it! Ben’s irritated.

Neville tells Ashley that it’s OK to be scared – he’s scared too. You’re my patient AND my boss (it won’t look good if you croak) Ashley laughs – ‘you are truly something’.

At the revolving door, Neil assures Jack that he’s taking a cab. You don’t trust me? Would you in my position? And yes, Jack IS going to watch him get into his cab. Jack’s then puzzled when Billy and Phyllis bounce down the staircase. What were you two doing up there? Jack narrows his eyes at the suspicious pair.




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Next: What is that? Vikki asks. Rose clenched between his teeth, Billy signals her over with his index finger …. Patty – I’m not a murderer. I’m not! You’re lying! Patty squeals at Dylan (causing Paul to rush in) … Nick’s firm – You need to accept some responsibility for …. The hell I will! Victor shouts back.

My Thoughts: If only there was more than one staircase to and from the club’s suites – so many awkward run-ins would be avoided. With so many rooms, another fire exit would probably be mandatory (though no one seems to care enough about discretion to use it) Everyone also seems to forget that the restrooms are upstairs – and the all-but-forgotten ‘Founders Room’, Lily’s office and let’s not forget that huge space that’s big enough to host galas and fashion shows – all reasons someone could be coming from upstairs ….. Isn’t it a bit hypocritical of Neil to imply that Devon’s being unprofessional for sleeping with his employee? HE’s the one who had sex with Hilary on the couch about 5 feet behind them. Oddly enough, the only one who’s behaving remotely professionally is Dr Neville. … And why does Neil sound so condescending about selling cosmetics? (we’re not selling lipstick here Abby) Neil forgets he’s made quite a nice career out of it …. Great job watching Neil get into a cab Jack – but who’s to say he’s not catching a ride to the next bar?