Mike calls Phyllis – he just talked to Victor; we need to talk. Meet me in my suite in fifteen minutes, she hangs up to take a photo of Matt (unconscious and tied up on the floor) You’re not making this easy, she grumbles.
Knowing Nick as well as she does, Victoria believes he’s protecting her. We’ve been through things (IE Ashland Locke) You’ve got to trust me – tell me the truth – what’s going on with you?
Billy knows they can come up with a mind-bending wedding; we can rent an island or an ice castle in Sweden (too cold) The perfect wedding is based on love ~kiss~ Let’s make it a carnival, he suggests.
Phyllis lets Mike in – what’s so urgent? Victor’s deadline is the end of the day for her to hand over Matt and the company. No deal! She doesn’t need Victor OR Mike – your services are no longer required. What the hell are you up to? Mike wants to know.
A carnival? What does that even look like? Sally asks. A carousel, games, cotton candy, ‘deep fried everything’ and Pietro’s elephant. Billy changes his mind and wants to go in a different direction – he doesn’t want anything to distract from the perfect Sally ~kiss~
Phyllis is saving her own ass; she won’t give up Matt Clark and the company. You lack imagination! I don’t need you anymore! You’re helping Victor, not ME! Fine! a furious Mike finally slams out.
Victoria knows Nick’s hiding something. I’ve got this, he swears. When Phyllis calls, he claims it’s one of his doctors (and goes onto the patio to answer) Phyllis is ready to make the exchange!
Sally wants a big, extravagant wedding – in October, when she’s ‘showing’. Billy’s optimistic about the future – he’s the luckiest man in the world ~kiss~
At the revolving door, Mike tells Victor that Phyllis fired him. You’ll be dealing with her directly from now on. Excuse me, he leaves.
Christine wants proof that you have Matt (Nick would like that too) Phyllis sends him a photo of Matt tied up on the floor. Got you, you sonofabitch! Nick mutters to himself.