>> 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.
>> 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 ]
>> 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.
>> 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.
>> 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'
>> 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.
[ knocks on door ]
Wow!
Talk about timing.
This is first-class delivery.
>> Nikki: You better not be
trying to pull something.
>> Jack: This is about me,
not you.
Thanks.
Now, this is what hits
the spot.
>> 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'
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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