Days Transcript Tuesday 6/12/01

Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 6/12/01

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Phillip: Hey, Shawn, what are you doing here?

Shawn-D: Hey. My mom didn't want to me to miss any more school, you know? Especially with finals coming up and everything. I don't know how she expects me to concentrate.

Phillip: Still no word on J.T., huh?

Shawn-D: Nothing.

Jan: Shawn and Philly are looking mighty hot today. Too bad the two most brutally hot guys at school only have eyes for Chloe and Belle.

Belle: So, are you finally going to tell me what went on between you and Brady at .Com?

Chloe: It was nothing, really.

Belle: Nothing. Right. You two have, like, the weirdest relationship ever.

Chloe: That surprises you? I'll bet you 10 bucks that you can't name one person that Brady has a "normal" relationship with.

Brady: Damn cane.

Brady: Oh, I've got to walk again. I cannot live the rest of my life like this.

Marlena: [Thinking] I have to help him.

Marlena: [Thinking] But I canít. He won't let me.

Jennifer: Okay, uh, let's just calm down. I'll make us some more tea, okay, Hope?

Hope: Something's wrong. I can feel it. Something is wrong with J.T.

Glen: What? Tell me.

Doctor: Mr. Reiber, please have a seat.

Glen: God, no. Tell me he -- he's -- h-he's not dead, is he?

John: DiMera, you and I have had a hell of a history, haven't we? But it doesn't stand for anything right now.

Roman: What the hell is John doing here?

Bo: Damn. Perfect timing. Hey, Roman, what's going on in there?

Roman: I don't know, but I don't think it's going to be pretty.

John: Where is my son?

John: Lexie?

Glen: H-he's alive, right? Please tell me he's alive.

Doctor: Relax, Mr. Reiber. Your son is fine...For now.

Glen: Thank God.

Doctor: We've given him oxygen, his color is returning. I can't diagnose the situation without a complete history on the boy. I understand that you're upset. I have a son of my own. All a parent wants is for his kids to grow up strong and healthy. That's why it's imperative that you cooperate with me. If not, at least take him to his primary pediatrician.

Glen: Can I see him now?

Glen: He's not even my son. I got to get him out of here.

J.T.: [Crying]

Woman: There's daddy! Ha ha ha. He is such a good little boy. He's fed and changed -- good as new.

Glen: Thanks a lot. I can take it from here.

Doctor: Hey, hey! You can't just run off!

Jennifer: Okay, look, Hope, I know that this is one of the most difficult things you have ever had to deal with, but we need to take your mind off it, okay? Let's, um, l-let's watch TV. No, let's not watch TV. Let's go for a walk, okay? Fresh air is good. It'll clear your head. Come on. Hope, what? What? What's going on?

Hope: He's okay.

Jennifer: J.T.?

Hope: I can feel it. He's not in danger anymore.

Jennifer: Hope, I am praying that you're right.

Hope: J.T. is out there. My little boy is out there somewhere. If Glen and Barb did take him, if they have my son, they must have seen our plea on TV or in the newspaper, don't you think?

Jennifer: Yes. There is a good chance, Hope.

Hope: They're going to bring him back. They are. I know they're going to bring him back.

Bo: Tell the guys to stand by.

Combs: You got it.

Bo: Combs, do me a favor?

Combs: Sure, Bo. Anything.

Bo: Radio headquarters. Have them get a hold of my wife. Tell her I talked to the woman who has J.T. I'll fill her in when I get home.

Combs: I hope it's good news.

Bo: Me too. With any luck, my son will be home real soon.

Bo: Hey, Roman, what's the status?

Roman: [Whispering] I can't quite see what's going on. Oh, that was close. All right,

Bo, I'm coming around front.

John: Better yet, what the hell are you even doing here?

Lexie: Excuse me, John. I didn't know I had to clear it with you every time I visit my father. Isaac, you don't need to hear all this, do you, sweetheart? All this anger.

Eliana! Eliana, come here quickly.

Eliana: Yes, Dr. Carver.

Lexie: Would you take Isaac upstairs for me? Please. He can play with his toys. Be good, my little angel. Oh, no, it's okay. It's okay, sweetheart. Thank you.

Eliana: Come on, Isaac.

Stefano: All right, what is the meaning of this intrusion? I was having a private conversation with my daughter, when we are so rudely interrupted. Now get the hell out of here before I have you arrested.

John: I'm not going anywhere, and you know why.

Stefano: I know why? What do I look like to you -- Nostradamus? I have no idea what you're talking about!

John: The hell you don't!

Lexie: Wait a minute. John, what did you mean when you said, where is your son?

Stefano: Please, please, Alexandra, leave it alone. The less you say to him the better. Goodbye, John!

Lexie: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's you. You're the father of Hope's baby.

Phillip: I just wish there was something I could do that would help you find J.T. I know your parents must be going crazy.

Shawn-D: No. I mean, they've been positive through this whole thing, especially my mom. She's been great through this. She thinks J.T.'s going to be coming home real soon. I think so, too, but... So, what about your parents? I mean, any chance that they're going to get back together?

Phillip: That's about as likely as a grand-slam bunt.

Shawn-D: Yeah. No, I -- so, where's your mom living, anyway?

Phillip: With friends, I guess, for now.

Shawn-D: I hear there's a rumor that she's not working at Titan anymore?

Phillip: Yeah, well, that rumor's true.

Shawn-D: So what's she going to do -- start her own company?

Phillip: What, you mean you haven't heard?

Shawn-D: No. What?

Phillip: Oh, man, just forget it, okay?

Shawn-D: No, Phil, just tell me, man. What?

Phillip: Mom did get a job.

Shawn-D: Okay. That's great.

Phillip: No, there's nothing too great about that. She's, uh, waiting tables at Hudson Street Diner.

Jan: [Sighs] Shawn and Phillip. Chloe and Belle. Our perfect little couples, separated only by a hallway full of lockers. Does it get any more "saved by the bell" than that?

Mimi: You're one to talk. You've been with Jason for, like, ever.

Jan: Yeah, but when was the last time you saw him open up a door for me or carry my books to class? He hardly treats me the way Phillip treats Chloe.

Mimi: Now that you mention it, yeah...

Jan: I mean, I hate it. And I hate her. We are so going to make her pay.

Belle: Okay, fine. So maybe you're right about my brother -- a little -- but, I don't know, he's been through so much. Can't you just give the poor guy a break?

Chloe: You're making excuses for him, Belle.

Belle: No, I'm not. I just think once my brother gets to walking again, he'll be back to his old self.

Chloe: And that's supposed to be a good thing?

Belle: I still can't get over what he said to you this morning. I mean, he said that he didn't think you knew him.

Chloe: Belle, are you still on that? Move on. He didn't mean anything.

Belle: No, Chloe, that's just it. I think he did mean something. I think he meant he wanted you to get to know him better.

Brady: What the hell am I going to do with my life? I could go back to college. Wouldn't have to make any major decisions for a few more years. Plus, it would get me the hell out of here... Away from my wicked stepmother.

Brady: That was the beginning of the end -- when you did not want to hear about my mother or anything to do with her, including me. That's when all those doubts came together, and when I realized that you never cared about me.

Marlena: Oh, Brady... There has to be some way to fix this, some way to... Make it up to you.

Marlena: It's got to be here somewhere. It's got to be somewhere.

Marlena: Yes. I think that will do it.

Shawn-D: I don't see what the big deal is. So your mom's a waitress.

Phillip: Yeah -- at some tacky diner. If she wanted to humiliate me, she could have got a job at the school cafeteria.

Shawn-D: What is your problem, man? Who cares where your mom works?

Phillip: I do! When the kids find out about this, my reputation is going to be trashed. I'm captain of the football team, king of the last blast, and my mom

probably makes less than our paper boy!

Shawn-D: Would you just listen to yourself? It's all about you, isn't it, Phil? You know, not everyone is a C.E.O., has a corner office, and assistants for their assistants, so get over it.

Jan: Once we premiere our little nc-17 slide show, ghoul girl's going to want to curl up in a fetal position and disappear.

Mimi: I sure won't want to be around when old man Kiriakis finds out. He'll probably ship Philip off to some boarding school in Guam.

Jan: Serves him right. He thinks he's so much better than everyone. This will definitely be a wake-up call. The clock is ticking.

Chloe: Even if Brady did want me to get to know him better, which he doesn't, I'm not sure Iíd want to.

Belle: Why not?

Chloe: Come on, Belle, he's just...

Belle: He's just what?

Chloe: I don't know... Different. Let me ask you a question, and just give me a straight answer.

Belle: Shoot.

Chloe: What do you think about my singing?

Belle: Chloe, I love your singing. You know that. I didn't even used to like opera until I heard you. Why all of a sudden -- oh, I get it. This has to do with Brady, doesn't it? You're upset because he's putting down your singing.

Chloe: From what I've read about the great opera divas, I've learned that some technically brilliant singers never made it because supposedly they didn't sing with their hearts.

Belle: Which is what Brady says about you. Look, Chloe, I have known Brady all 16 years of my life, and one thing I have learned is sometimes you just need to ignore him. Besides, who cares what Brady thinks, right?

Chloe: What if he's right? What if the sophisticated audiences of New York and Milan think the same thing -- that I have no heart?

Brady: Sorry, Marlena. I was just leaving.

Marlena: No, I'd like you to stay. There's something you need to hear.

Glen: Come on, babe. Pick it up. Answer the phone. [Telephone rings] [Ring]

Glen's voice: You know the drill. [Beep]

Glen: Barb, you there? Hello?

Barb: Glennie. Oh, thank God. How's the baby?

Glen: We had a little scare, but he's fine now. He's sleeping in the car. So he's not my kid, huh?

Barb: No, honey, he's not. It was all over the news. He belongs to those Brady people. But you know what? When I talked to Bo earlier --

Glen: You talked to Bo Brady? What the hell would you do that for?

Barb: Will you just listen? He promised that if we return his little boy he won't press charges, so that's it -- that's what we've got to do.

Glen: No, this is my decision, and I don't trust anyone in that town, especially after that D.N.A. Lab blew up right in front of our eyes.

Barb: Bring up that lab, why don't you? I spent all my freaking' money on that stupid D.N.A. test, and for what? There's no way those test results are going to match -- not since we tested the Brady baby.

Glen: We'll talk about that when I get home. Look, what I want you to do now is just stay put, okay? Don't answer the door, the phone -- nothing.

Barb: Glen, you can't come back here. I got a feeling the cops are watching this place. And since you've got the kid -- I already snuck in here once. I'm sure I can get back out.

Glen: You sure?

Barb: Yeah. So, where do you want to meet?

Glen: I'll meet you behind the back alley bar in about 20 minutes.

Barb: Then what?

Glen: I don't know. Maybe we'll hole up in Mexico for a couple of months, wait for this thing to cool down.

Hope: Thanks, McGill. You're not going to believe it. That was the station on the phone. Bo is on a stakeout, but he wanted them to let me know that Barb Reiber called him.

Jennifer: Wait. That's the woman that has J.T. What did she say?

Hope: I don't know details. Officer McGill said Bo would fill me in when he got home. It's got to be good news, don't you think?

Jennifer: It's got to be wonderful news. Our prayers have been answered!

Hope: I don't believe it. My baby's coming home. I know it. He is. I have so much to do. Wait, I have to call everyone. I have to call Gran and dad and Julie and sh-

Shawn! I've got to track him down. He's at school. No, wait, wait, wait. Hope, slow down. Wait a minute. Bo's going to be home soon, and then I can tell everyone. Oh, my God, Jen, he's coming home.

Jennifer: It's wonderful.

Hope: Wait a minute. Lexie. What does this mean for her? If those people bring... J.T. back --

Jennifer: Wait a minute. They cannot take Isaac away from Abe and Lexie. They can't do that.

Hope: No, they canít. I mean, how could that happen? Those people kidnapped my son. There's not a court on earth that would ever grant them custody. But I'll tell you something. If they try, I will do everything in my power to guarantee that Lexie never loses her baby.

Roman: We can't wait much longer. We got to move in soon.

Bo: Roman, I... Hate to do this to you, but can you handle this without me? I got to get home.

Roman: What's going on?

Bo: I got a call from Barb Reiber. She says her husband has J.T.

Roman: You're kidding me.

Bo: No.

Roman: What the hell are you still doing here? Go on, be with your wife.

Bo: Okay. Thanks, bro.

Lexie: It is you, isn't it, John? You're J.T.'s father.

John: You don't know what you're talking about.

Lexie: Oh, my God. Now it all makes sense. Oh, my God.

Stefano: Perhaps you did not hear what I just said to you, John. I want you to get out of this house now!

Lexie: John, you heard my father. Get out.

John: I'm not leaving you alone with him. Don't you understand what's going on here? Your father is responsible for kidnapping Hope's baby, isn't that right,

DiMera? Go on, tell her. You hired that couple to make it look like they were after Lexie's son, but the fact is, you want Hope's baby.

Lexie: Don't you mean yours and Hope's?

Roman: All right, we can't wait any longer. Radio the others. Send Wilson around back to meet me. We'll move in on my signal.

Combs: You got it.

Roman: All right.

John: You are so wrong, Lexie. J.T. is not my --

Lexie: No, don't, John! Don't lie to me! I can't believe that all this time -- and you! You knew all along, didn't you?

Roman: All right, Wilson, you set? All right, is everybody set? All right, here we go. Let's do it.

John: Look out!

Roman: Stefano, you're under arrest! Keep your hands clear!

Phillip: Get over it -- right. That's easy for you to say.

Shawn-D: So your mom is working as a waitress. It's a perfectly fine job.

Phillip: Oh, yeah, real impressive. Shawn, she reeks of grease. The guy who runs the joint probably doesn't even have a GED, and that outfit they make her wear? It's like a flashback to the 50Ďs.

Shawn-D: Get a life, Phil. There are plenty of people in this world that have to work hard to make a living. You have no right to look down on them because of it.

Phillip: I'm just looking out for my mom. She shouldn't have to make a living like that.

Shawn-D: Just because she doesn't make big bucks? Look at my dad. He's a cop. Probably the smartest person that I know -- could've done anything he wanted to do, but he chose to be a cop. Why? Because he wanted to help people. Now, granted, he may not make the cover of "Fortune" magazine, but do you really think that matters to me?

Phillip: No, you just don't understand, Shawn, okay?

Shawn-D: Why, because Iím not rich like you, Phil? There are more important things in this world than money.

Phillip: Okay, okay, stop with the bumper sticker philosophy, would you? There are lot of things you can't get without money, and you know Iím right.

Shawn-D: What's Chloe's take on this? Do you think she'd dump you if you were as financially strapped as, say... I am?

Phillip: I never said that.

Shawn-D: Not in so many words, but --

Phillip: Look, look, Chloe comes from money, okay? Her grandpa's a doctor, her step dad chief of staff. Basically, we're the same person.

Shawn-D: Ha ha ha. Are you kidding? Nobody's like Chloe.

Chloe: Maybe I don't have a heart. Maybe I don't even have feelings.

Belle: Would you stop?

Chloe: But it's true. Remember when we found that dead body at Shawn's house? I was more intrigued than scared or grossed out.

Belle: Look, just because you didn't scream your head off doesn't mean you don't have a heart or feelings, Chloe. Look, you are one of my very best friends, and I think I can read you pretty well.

Chloe: Okay, let's hear it.

Belle: When Jan and Jason or any of those other jerks pick on you, it hurts you, doesn't it? And -- and you just put on a brave front, and that's how you deal. Also, this situation with your mom -- that hurts you, too. I can see it in your eyes when you talk about her. I also know that you are crazy about Philip. So stop getting so down on yourself, okay?

Chloe: Thanks, Belle. I'm so glad that you're my friend.

Belle: Always.

Susan: [Thinking] Oh, God, please don't let her see me.

Jan: [Gasps] Hey, it's gigantor! Come on, come on, the lunch room's that way. If you leave now, you can be the first in line and get all the food. Come on, everyone, clear a path, clear a path. Wide load coming through. Ha ha! Look at that, look at that! Wide load! Wide load, come on, get the book, come on! Eww! Don't touch me! Yuck! Fat germs! Yuck! Ew, you're a disgusting sack of cellulite! Ew! Did you all see that? She touched me! She touched me! Ew!

Chloe: [Thinking] Come on, Susan, give her hell.

Marlena: Brady, Iíd like us to talk.

Brady: I've got better things to do.

Marlena: We got to talk sooner or later -- may as well be now, after what was said about Isabella. It got me to thinking.

Brady: Did it? Well, I always think about my mother. She's always with me. Thanks for the talk.

Marlena: I'd like you to listen. Please just stop.

Marlena: Part of me thinks that I owe you an apology. Part of me thinks that you owe me an apology for the way you treated me. And if one of us doesn't say "Iím sorry," the situation will never be resolved.

Marlena: I'm sorry, Brady. I'm sorry if I ever hurt your feelings about Isabella.

Phillip: So, how many dates are you going to take this year, buddy, huh? Belle, Mimi, anyone else?

Shawn-D: Yeah, very funny, very funny. Look, I haven't even asked Belle yet, all right? And as for Mimi --

Phillip: Hey, hey, slow your roll there -- "yet"? You haven't asked Belle yet?

Shawn-D: Yeah, okay, that's not what I meant and you know it. Hey, look, I don't even know if Iím going to the dance.

Phillip: Oh, yeah, right. Shawn Brady -- MIA on the biggest night of junior year? Dude, we're getting down to the wire, you know, and if you don't ask Belle soon, she's going to show up on the arm of some other guy.

Jan: Hey, everyone, when they built this school, they should've made the hallways wider. You know, I'll talk to Cohen, and see if we can raise money to expand the hallways.

Boy: Yeah...

Jan: I know! I know! We can have a bake sale. I bet you'd like that, huh?

Boy: You better be careful, Jan. She might sit on you!

Jan: Ouch!

Boy: Gigantor strikes!

Kids: Gigantor strikes! Gigantor strikes!

Belle: I can't believe this! No one's going to do anything?

Chloe: No, Belle, don't!

Belle: Why not, Chloe? They can't just treat her like this.

Chloe: You have to let Susan fight her own battles, because if you try to help her, you'll only make it worse. Trust me.

Kids: Gigantor strikes! Gigantor strikes!

Jan: Ahh... Bye-bye, gigantor.

Mr. Woods: Okay, people, that's enough! The next person I hear calling anyone a derogatory name will spend the rest of the day in Mr. Cohen's office. Do I make myself clear?

Jan: God, he takes the fun out of everything.

Marlena: Brady, I wasn't proud... Of feeling there was a competition between your mother and me. When I expressed that feeling to your father, I had no idea how it would affect you.

Brady: No idea. And people pay you to help them with their problems.

Marlena: You're right, yes. You're right. I'm a psychiatrist, and I... I was not aware of how you reacted to it. But you didn't tell me at the time. You waited five years to do that.

Brady: I should've known. I should've known.

Marlena: Known? What?

Brady: Just pin all the blame on Brady, right?

Marlena: No. No, not at all.

Brady: Yes. Yes, five years was... A hell of a long time to have waited to open up to you about all this. But you know what? Any fool could've figured out why I was so upset!

Marlena: But, Brady, I would never have intentionally hurt you.

Brady: But you did. You dishonored my mother's memory.

Marlena: Yes, I know that's how you see it. I realize, of course, in hindsight that what I said was insensitive, and it was wrong. I realize why you're angry. I was -- I was a jealous wife. I said I am ashamed of that behavior, but I do know why you are angry. I understand that now. I always thought of you as my son. I always thought of you as Belle's protector when you were growing up. Then something happened, and you obviously hated me.

Marlena: Now I know what that was. I understand it. You know, when I was a teenager, I-I had secrets myself. Look, I'm not trying to make excuses. I'm just trying to say that Iím so sorry.

Marlena: Is there anything you'd like to say to me?

Brady: Yeah. Yeah, there is.

Glen: All I ever wanted was my son.

Barb: Well, I know, honey, but Bo and Hope -- they want their boy back just as much as you want yours.

Glen: It's going to be okay, little guy. You're going to be all right.

Barb: Hey, I'm proud of you. Here's the number.

Glen: Yeah. This is Glen Reiber. I need to speak with Detective Bo Brady.

Bo: Hope? Hope!

Hope: Bo! Bo! I'm here. The station called. What is this about Barb Reiber? They said you spoke to her. Does she have J.T.?

Bo: Slow down.

Hope: Is he all right?

Bo: Yeah. She said he's fine.

Hope: Oh, thank God.

Jennifer: That's terrific.

Hope: What else?

Bo: She also told me that Glen took off with him.

Hope: Where is he?

Bo: She doesn't really know.

Hope: What?

Bo: But -- talking to her on the phone, there was something in her voice.

Hope: What was in her voice?

Bo: She knows what they did is wrong. I got the distinct feeling they're going to

bring him back home to us. [Telephone rings]

Bo: Oh, here. Hello.

Glen: Detective Brady.

Bo: Yeah. Is this Glen?

Glen: Yeah.

Bo: Do you have my son?

Glen: Yeah, Iíve got him. He's right here.

John: Roman, what are you doing here?

Roman: I could ask you the same thing, John. Stefano, keep those hands clear.

Lexie: Father, what's going on?

Stefano: Don't worry, Alexandra. Everything will be just fine. I trust that you have a warrant, Roman.

Roman: You're damn right I do.

Stefano: And the charges being...

Roman: We'll discuss that down at the station. Lexie, get back!

Lexie: Aah! Father, what are you doing?

Roman: Stefano, drop that gun. I said, drop the gun.

Stefano: Tell me, Roman, do you want to be responsible for the death of your best friend's wife?

Mr. Woods: Hello, Susan. You're early today.

Susan: I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave?

Mr. Woods: No, of course not. So, do you want to talk about what happened out there just now?

Susan: No way.

Mr. Woods: I know it's tough, Susan, but you do have a right to report anyone that harasses you on school grounds. I can set up a meeting with Mr. Cohen if you like.

Susan: Yeah, I'm sure that would go over real well. Do you have any idea what those kids would do to me if they found out I snitched? Look, I'm sorry, Mr. Woods, I canít. I-I forgot my note cards.

Belle: Susan. Hey, uh, Susan.

Jan: Hey, hey, everybody! Everybody, clear the way! It's gigantor!

Mimi: Give it a rest, Jan. Okay?

Jan: I should've known you'd cross over to geekdom sooner or later. Losers always stick up for each other.

Mimi: I am not a loser.

Jan: Okay. Pop quiz -- Mimi Lockhart has a date for this year's last blast -- true or false? [Imitates buzzer] time's up. The correct answer is false. Unless, of course, you beg Shawn Brady to take you like he did last year and it's out of pity. But everybody knows he's going to be arriving with Belle.

Mimi: Shows what you know. He hasn't even asked her yet.

Jan: Poor pathetic Mimi. Still hanging on a glimmer of hope. Well, at least you have good taste in guys. I will give you credit for that. Shawn Brady is off-the-charts hot.

Mimi: You are not going to go after him.

Jan: Oh, please. He's way too Carson Daly for me. I like my men rough around the edges.

Phillip: Come on, Shawn. You know you want to ask her.

Shawn-D: I don't know, man. A limo, a tuxedo...

Phillip: Would you stop with the excuses? Ask Belle. You can double with me and Chloe. It'll be fun.

Shawn-D: Maybe for you two. It's not going to be any fun for me, not until I find my

brother.

Belle: I cannot believe the last blast is practically here. I'm beginning to think Shawn's not going to ask me.

Chloe: Well, he's had a lot on his mind lately.

Belle: How could I be so dumb? All I'm thinking about is the dance, and his little brother is missing.

Shawn-D: Hello.

Belle: Hi. Any news on J.T.?

Shawn-D: Nope, but my parents think he's going to be home real soon. Thanks for caring, for all your help.

Jan: What did I tell you? He's probably asking her as we speak.

Marlena: All righty. I'm waiting.

Brady: You think Iím going to toss some insults your way, don't you? But you're wrong. This is a conversation about my mother, and anything involving her is sacred. Plus, she wouldn't have wanted me to act that way. But you wouldn't know anything about that because you never took the time to get to know her. I was sitting here, thinking, I can't live with anyone who defiles my mother's memory.

Marlena: I'm glad you said that. I have something for you that I think might help change your mind.

Marlena: I know how much you loved your mother. I know you spent a lot of time collecting memories of her from your father and your grandfather. I want you to know that I respect those memories.

Marlena: You'll want to find a special place for this...

Marlena: A permanent place.

Glen: Before we bring your son back, I need you to make me a promise.

Bo: Anything.

Glen: I want your word that my wife and I won't be arrested for kidnapping.

Bo: You have my guarantee. You won't be prosecuted. All we want is our son back. You got to trust me on this.

Glen: Okay. All right. Where do you want me to bring him?

Bo: 519 Scuttle Hole Road.

Glen: Okay. We're on our way.

Bo: You're doing the right thing.

Glen: I know.

Bo: They're bringing J.T. home.

Hope: Really?

Bo: Really.

Jennifer: He's coming home!

Hope: Oh, our baby. Tell me this isn't a dream. Tell me.

Bo: This isn't a dream, fancy face. It's not a dream.

Hope: Shawn! I've got to call ahead to tell him his brother's coming home, Bo.

Bo: Okay. [Bell rings]

Jan: Oh, well, if it isn't --

Mr. Woods: [Coughs loudly]

Chloe: Oh, hey, Susan.

Susan: I'm a klutz. I'm such a klutz.

Mr. Woods: Before we begin today, I'd like to remind you all that the final will account for 20% of your grade. [Cellular phone rings]

Mr. Woods: Mr. Brady.

Shawn-D: Mr. Woods, please. Please. It could be my brother. [Ring]

Shawn-D: Mom. Hello?

Hope: Shawn. Honey, Iím sorry, I know you're in the middle of class, but I had to

call you. I had to let you know.

Shawn-D: What, Mom? What is it?

Hope: It's J.T. he's coming home. Your brother's coming home, honey.

Shawn-D: Are you kidding me?

Hope: No, I'm not kidding you. The people who have him -- they called. Honey, Iíll tell you everything when you get home.

Shawn-D: I don't believe this. My brother is coming home. Mr. Woods, would you mind if I --

Mr. Woods: I'll clear it with Mr. Cohen. We'll see you in class tomorrow.

Shawn-D: Mom, Iíll see you in a little bit, okay?

Hope: Okay, I love you.

Shawn-D: I love you, too, Mom. My brother is coming home! He's really going to be home!

Lexie: Father, what are you doing? Please put the gun down.

Roman: Listen to her, Stefano. Listen to her. The game's over.

Stefano: Is that what you think, that we're through?

Roman: Drop the gun.

Stefano: Tell your men to back off, Roman. Do it.

John: He's not bluffing. Just look in his eyes.

Roman: All right. All right, everybody, ease up. Nobody fires.

Stefano: That was a very wise decision, Captain Brady. Always remember that I love you. Keep your distance, gentlemen.

Lexie: Father, please.

John: Slow it down, DiMera.

Roman: Stefano, let her go.

Stefano: Don't make me do this, Roman.

Roman: Let her go! No!

[Gunshot]

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