Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 6/14/01

Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 6/14/01

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J.T.: [Crying]

Bo: You know, you haven't been with us very long, but when you were gone, there was this big gaping hole in the family. Thank God you're back. Hey, look, he --

Hope: Oh, look, he's standing.

Bo: Yeah. That's good.

Hope: Oh, thank God we're all back together.

Bo: Except for shh-- hey!

Hope: He's right here, honey.

Bo: Right on cue. Look who's here.

Shawn-D: Hey, bro.

Bo: Look who's here.

Shawn-D: How's he doing? You had us kind of worried there, buddy.

Hope: Sweetie, it's okay. It's all right, sweetie. We all feel the same way. [Laughs]

Bo: You know how proud I am of you? This little guy is pretty lucky to have a big brother like you. Yeah.

Shawn-D: Yeah, I don't think everyone came over to see me all get worked up like this. So, um, it's his birthday, and you know what that means, right, buddy? Right? Ha ha ha. Hit it, Belle.

Caroline: Belle? Oh, look.

Belle: Happy birthday...

All: To you happy birthday to you happy birthday, dear J.T. happy birthday to you.

Hope: Happy birthday, baby.

Bart: [Scatting]

Bart: What are you going to do now, bad boy? Wait a minute. What are you going to do now? When you dropped the boss off at the plane, he told you to do something. Now what the hell was it? Pick up the dry cleaning. Place a bet. No... It has something to do with Rolf.

Hattie: 1, 2, 3, 4...5, 6. Oh, no, it's Boardwalk. Yes -- Boardwalk. I own it, with a hotel. You owe me. I know I owe you. Don't keep rubbing it in, and I know how much it is. Here. I hate playing with you. Oh, thank you so much. I think I'll buy myself another hotel. I don't want to play with you anymore.

Hattie: Gee, isn't this place great? Every morning, the maid comes in. She makes my bed, and every evening she comes back in and turns down my covers, puts a little tiny mint right on my pillow. Boy, this is about the best place Iíve ever been in my whole life. Still, itís...Lonely. Oh, will you stop whining? You could have company. You could have someone here. You could have Dr. Steiner here, and he could be choking the life out of you. How would you like that?

Rolf: [American accent] Yes, room service? This is Captain Van Buren, Chief of Police. I'd like the officer guarding room 629 to get a cup of coffee. Yeah, thanks. I appreciate it. [Hangs up]

Rolf: [Normal voice] Well, officer, a couple of drops of this and you will be as reliable as a Florida ballot, and poor Hattie will have no one to watch out for her.

Lexie: Dear God, please help my father escape. Please, please make sure no one gets hurt.

Abe: I got two more officers looking for the tunnel exit, but so far, no luck.

Roman: Yeah, well, our priority right now is to get that damn door open. John could be dying in there.

John: Oh...

John: That's not good.

John: DiMera. Oh.

John: Uhh... You may have won this battle, but the war's not over. [Buzzer]

Roman: John! John. John. Thank God you're alive. Where's Stefano?

John: He's out there.

Abe: All right, get after him. Do whatever it takes to find him.

Man: Right.

Roman: You all right? John?

John: DiMera. DiMera.

Lexie: It has to be okay or I would have heard by now. Right, and -- and, obviously, Glen never had a D.N.A. test done of J.T. or he would know that J.T. is his son, and Isaac is Hope's and John's. Oh, all these secrets! And none can ever come out, including mine. Nope. I have Isaac and I am going to raise him, and no one is ever going to know the whole truth... No one but me.

Hope: Thank you, sweetie. Thank you. Thank you, too.

Belle: I hope J.T. likes chocolate.

Bo: Mm-hmm.

Hope: I'll never forget what you did that day, bringing Chloe over here.

Bo: Looks like he's ready to blow out this candle. Ready?

Bo and Hope: 1, 2...

Hope: Yeah! Did you make a wish, honey? Ha ha ha.

Belle: Hey, do you want some help with those presents?

Shawn-D: Yeah.

Belle: We'll be right back.

Bo: Okay.

Abby: Everyone keeps crying.

Jennifer: Oh, baby, everyone keeps crying because everybody is so happy.

Abby: People are happy when families get back together, like us.

Jack: Like us.

J.T.: [Crying]

Hope: Oh.

Bo: Oh, man, what did you do, buy out half of Salem Place?

Shawn-D: Well, it didn't seem like the time for holding back. So, J.T., I have a big surprise for you -- this, buddy. That's what we call a basketball -- oh, he goes right for it. Ha ha ha. You know, I figure we got about 15 years to get you ready to follow my, uh, amazing footsteps at Salem High.

Hope: [Crying] ha ha.

Bo: The basketball thing gets her every time.

Hope: Oh, you know why I'm crying.

Bo: Yes, I do.

Hope: I never gave up hope. You know that.

J.T.: [Babbling]

Bo: Want to play ball?

Hope: But I just couldn't let myself think about -- about birthday parties and looking out the kitchen window and seeing Shawn playing basketball with his little brother, seeing you ruffle his hair. I'll never take these gifts, these... these precious gifts for granted. Not ever.

Bo: I don't think any of us will.

Roman: That's not a bullet wound, John.

John: Well, I don't know what the hell happened.

Roman: Man, I saw you bleeding like that, we heard those gunshots, I thought that, uh --

John: He could have killed me if he wanted to. He just made sure I didn't follow him.

Man: That tunnel leads to the sewer -- only way out.

Roman: So he went into the sewer?

Abe: How appropriate.

Roman: Yeah, well, he's finally going to smell like what he really is.

Bart: Focus, Bart. Focus. The boss told you to do something important, and if you don't remember it, you cannot do it. So concentrate, baby. Concentrate. What the hell did he tell me to do? Right! Tell Rolf to -- holy mackerel, what a rack. Miss? Miss?

Bart: Hi. I, uh, couldn't help noticing that you're doing all your own walking. Seems a shame.

Woman: Well, what do you propose I should do -- hire a rickshaw?

Bart: Ha ha ha. Well, uh, perhaps -- and, you know, this is just off the top of my head -- um, maybe I could offer you a lift. I guarantee you a very smooth ride.

Woman: And that's all?

Bart: What else do you have in mind?

Woman: Well, an important guy like you... you really have time for this?

Bart: Well, you know, I was supposed to be doing something, but, uh, baby, you made me forget what it was.

Woman: Lucky me.

Rolf: [American accent] No, hey, buddy, your shoe's untied.

Man: Oh. I-I'm wearing loafers.

Rolf: Oh, sorry, pal. My mistake.

Man: Hi, the, uh, the Chief had this cup of coffee sent up for you. Nice guy.

Man #2: [Chuckles] Nice? He just doesn't trust me to stay awake, that's all.

Man: Nobody is happy about anything these days.

Hattie: What's all the noise out here?

Lexie: Uhh. It never stops. It just never stops. If Glen had the D.N.A. test done, he can come back and tell Hope that J.T. is his son. Uhh, I can't stand this! Okay, I have to find out.

Abe: Find out what, Lex?

Lexie: About my father. What did you do to him, and John -- is he all right?

Abe: Your father got away, but not before he almost killed John.

Lexie: What? I have to get down there.

Abe: No, John's fine now.

Lexie: Well, then why did you just say that about my father?

Abe: This is incredible. I mean, after everything your father's done today, you're still defending him?

Lexie: Well, what was he supposed to do, and why the hell did Roman barge in here and try to arrest him?

Abe: What do you think -- we just did this on a whim? We have an eyewitness -- an eyewitness who will swear there was a dead body here in this house.

Lexie: What?

Abe: And I'll bet the farm that, that corpse was Marloís, and it was your father who stole it from the morgue.

Abe: Your father had Marloís body stashed in this house. That means he had her killed.

Lexie: I don't -- I don't believe this. All my father tried to do was provide us with a baby, and now you're trying to pin a murder on him -- the murder of a drunken sow?

Abe: So it's all right to kill if the victim doesn't meet our standards of behavior.

Lexie: Look, Abe, all I'm saying is that it's more important to make sure that everything is all right with J.T. than to hound my father.

Abe: So if that's true, why haven't you called Hope?

Lexie: You're right. You're right. I-I have to find out. I have to.

Jack: Now you have to promise me that you're going to have at least three or four pieces of this cake. Otherwise, you might have room for your dinner.

Abby: Daddy.

Alice: I can't tell you how nice it is to see you here as a family.

Abby: I was just saying the same thing, Great Gran.

Jack: Really? I was just thinking the same thing.

Abby: What do you say, mommy? [Telephone rings]

Caroline: I'll get it.

Bo: Thanks, ma.

Caroline: Brady residence. If you're a reporter, please try to respect that this is a personal day.

Lexie: No, Mrs. Brady, it's me -- Lexie. I heard that J.T. is home.

Caroline: That's right. Yes. The people who took him brought him back just a little while ago.

Lexie: And then what did they do -- Glen and Barb?

Caroline: Oh, well, I guess they went home.

Lexie: Good, um, well, tell Hope Iíll call her back later.

Bo: Hey. Ha ha.

Belle: So you got that camera. You said that you wanted to take some pictures.

Shawn-D: Yeah. Yeah. Oh, I-I'm just -- I'm really glad you're here 'cause I am a mess, and it's just... Good that you're here. So, about that camera -- I'm going to make you my first victim.

Belle: Oh, Shawn.

Bo: I hear a speech coming on.

Shawn: No, this -- this ain't a speech. This is a -- this is a song. You know, while my grandson was away, a certain melody kept running through my head, a very Irish melody, you know? And while it sounds sad -- and it is sad, indeed -- there is hope in it, and it reminded me of Bo and Hope's love for their -- their little boy. I'd like us to sing it to J.T. Now as a tribute to his wonderful parents. Hmm? Oh

Both: Danny Boy the pipes the pipes be callin' from glen to glen and down the mountainside the summer's gone and all the flowers be dyin' it's you -- it's you must go and I must bide but come ye back...

Abe: Well?

Lexie: It's true. Glen and Barb brought J.T. back.

Abe: So now they'll want to do a D.N.A. test on Isaac.

Lexie: Fine. Let's get it over with.

Abe: [Laughing] What? You've done everything you can to stop this. Now I get, "fine.

Let's get it over with"?

Lexie: Well, look, I-I never did think that that man was Isaac's father. I still don't, but if he is, well, we'll let the courts decide.

Abe: Maybe you're right. Maybe this nightmare is over.

Lexie: Mm-hmm. I think it is. Look, um, there's something I have to do, and I think that you and Isaac should come with me.

Abe: To Bo and Hope's?

Lexie: Mm-hmm. We really should be there to share in their happiness.

Abe: I would love to, but I canít.

Lexie: Oh, right, uh, you have to stay here and organize a manhunt for my father.

Abe: You know, this is wonderful that we're so happy about everything.

Lexie: I am happy that J.T. is safe, but I wish I could feel the same way about my father.

Abe: Lexie.

Lexie: Hmm?

Abe: Maybe you shouldn't worry about your father. Maybe you should worry about us.

Bart: And so I said, "look, pal, if it doesn't have the sound system I ordered, I'm not taking delivery."

Woman: It's a very tasteful car. You know, it reflects well on its owner. You're not married, are you? See, most guys with attractive assets are already married.

Bart: No. Are you married?

Woman: No, I'm still looking for the right man.

Bart: Well, maybe your search is over.

Woman: I like your taste in transportation. It's a good start to a long-term, mutually profitable relationship.

Bart: Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Woman: Excuse me. Don't you think this is a trifle public? Why don't you put the top up?

Bart: The top? Right.

Bart: Oops.

Woman: This isn't your car, is it? I want the truth.

Bart: Well, I I practically have full use of -- of the car.

Woman: A driver! I almost kissed a driver!

Bart: I'm not a driver. I'm Mr. DiMeraís personal assistant in charge of security. Damn! Damn. Mr. DiMera. What the hell was it that he told me to tell Rolf?

Hattie: Hey, somebody coming for me?

Man: I was just getting a cup of coffee, that's all.

Hattie: Oh.

Man: Just in time, too. I was getting sleepy. I didn't mean to disturb you, though.

Hattie: Oh, no, no. It's no bother. I was getting rather bored myself.

Man: I can grasp the concept.

Hattie: Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you come in here? You can guard me just as well in here as you can out there.

Man: Okay.

Hattie: Yeah. Hey, you like Monopoly?

Man: I like it better than staring at an empty corridor.

Hattie: Great. You can be the Scotty. He's losing.

Man: Okay. You know, it's a good thing I got this cup of coffee. For some reason, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Rolf: Well, right about now, her police guard, you should be getting very sleepy. [Thinking] I can't believe I have to terminate anyone as wonderful as poor Hattie. Ahh... But the boss has spoken, and I must obey.

Rolf: No messages. How I long for a reprieve. He promised to tell me if I could spare her life. Ach du lieber. So much sadness. Hattie, Hattie, Hattie. I am hot for you, babe.

Rolf: Unfortunately, no last-minute messages. The relationship ends tragically. Ah, a professional does what he must, no matter what the personal cost.

Man: Oh.

Hattie: You missed it! I landed right there on your railroad, and you never even said a word! You missed it!

Man: I'm usually aces at this. I just can't seem to stay awake.

Hattie: Oh. Gee, that's really reassuring.

Man: Okay. Now... I'm really gonna focus.

Hattie: Oh, my gosh. They must have made a mistake and sent decaf. [Knock on door]

Hattie: You sent decaf -- aah! Dr. Steiner, what are you doing here? Aah! Don't kill me!

Rolf: No, no, no! Hattie, Hattie, Hattie, I'm not going to kill you, mi amore. I love you. Uh... Y-your guard seems to have deserted you.

Hattie: No, no. He's right here.

Rolf: Oh! Oh, a dagger in my heart! I-I thought you were a moral woman, a decent woman, and you are sleeping with the help?

Hattie: Hey, he's not the help. And there's nothing funny going on here, either. He... he just fell asleep.

Rolf: Oh.

Hattie: But it sure got you upset, didn't it?

Rolf: Yes. I love not wisely, but too well.

Hattie: Oh, ha ha ha. I thought you were coming here to kill me. That sure puts a damper

on a relationship, I can tell you.

Rolf: Kill you? Oh, how could you think I would kill my little enchilada, my little chili pie? Oh, please, please, Hattie, let me come in and I will prove to you just how wrong you are about me.

Hattie: Sure, come on in. It'd be a lot of fun to have a friend here in this gorgeous room. You know, the maid comes in and she makes a little, tiny fold -- a little triangle in the bottom of the toilet paper, and it's just so... Sophisticated.

Rolf: Yeah, that's enchanting, yes.

Hattie: Aah! What -- what did you do that for?

Rolf: Well, I -- I thought we might need the room. Hmm?

Hattie: Oh. That's a great idea. Yeah. Now we can play Monopoly and finish that game, and you can be any part that you want.

Rolf: Oh, Hattie. Hattie, I only want to be me when I am alone with you.

Hattie: Ooh... You say the sweetest things. Why don't you just let me freshen up? I'll be right back.

Rolf: Okay.

Rolf: [Thinking] Oh, she is so sweet. She likes Monopoly. Oh, I will hate killing her. But I must. Sometimes I just hate my line of work.

Roman: Abe, I want every man you can spare after DiMera.

John: I'm telling you, Abraham, call them off.

Roman: This is police business, John. Not your decision. We know what we're doing.

John: And I know what Iím talking about. You're never going to find him.

Roman: Yeah, well, we will.

John: Abraham, where's Lexie?

Abe: She went to Bo and Hope's.

John: Why?

Abe: J.T.'s back.

Roman: Thank God.

John: Yeah. Look, before she left, did she say anything about me? I-I mean, when I -- when I came here?

Abe: Well, she's glad you're all right. You know, she does seem to blame you for what happened.

John: Is that a fact?

Abe: Yeah, and she said DiMera panicked when you broke down the door. Why'd you do that, John? Why did you barge in here before Roman and his people could?

Hope: J.T. reached out for his teddy bear, pointed to his music Box, and as I was winding it up, he smiled at me. And then he fell fast asleep. He felt safe. He wasn't scared.

Bo: That's good. I know you were worried about that.

Alice: God knows how much you love that little boy, and he sent him home to you. Oh, darling.

Shawn: And how is school, darling? Are you enjoying it?

Abby: I love it.

Jack: Oh, yes, we really love it here. We're just putting down roots. Just --

Jennifer: Jack.

Jack: In fact, I'm going to start a whole new business here.

Shawn: Oh, that's grand.

Jack: Hey, wait a minute. You two wouldn't be interested in a high-profit, no-risk investment, would you?

Caroline: Who wouldn't be?

Jennifer: Jack, no. No, no.

Jack: But this could be a golden opportunity for them.

Jennifer: But you know what? This is really an inappropriate time, because we're all here to celebrate J.T.'s return home.

Jack: And this could ensure J.T.'s financial security while launching an exciting new business.

Shawn: Just what kind of a business is it that you're going to be launching?

Jennifer: Shawn, you know what? Don't encourage him, please. Jack?

Jack: Yeah.

Jennifer: Come quick. Thank you.

Jack: Yeah, but --

Abby: They've been getting along a lot better lately.

Belle: There you go.

Shawn-D: No, I don't --

Hope: So tell me, how did Shawn rope you into helping him? Did you run into each other?

Shawn-D: Right. No, uh...I just did run into her at the mall, and it was -- she was amazing. She just knew exactly what I needed, you know? Where we should go, what we should do.

Hope: So, any plans for the summer?

Belle: Well, we don't have a big project like building a house this year, but we want to do something different and exciting.

Shawn-D: Well, you know, there is at least one interesting and exciting thing that's gonna be happening this summer.

Hope: Like what?

Shawn-D: Well, I asked Belle to go to the Last Blast with me.

Hope: That's great. That's very exciting.

Hattie: Dr. Steiner...

Rolf: Oh.

Hattie: I think you're a million miles away.

Rolf: I was... I was transfixed. Oh, Hattie, you have that power over me.

Hattie: Oh, it's just because you made my face look like somebody else's.

Rolf: Oh, no, no, no. No, Hattie, you know that's not true. I don't care which nose or teeth you have. It's your inner beauty that inflames me.

Hattie: I don't think that you should be using the word "inflamed" in a hotel room. It might give you the wrong idea.

Rolf: Maybe -- maybe you already have ideas, hmm?

Hattie: No. No, I don't have any ideas. That is not what I meant at all.

Rolf: Listen to me, Hattie. Hattie, we're adults, and we're alone, and we care about each other so very, very much. [Thinking] Oh, to have you before I kill you -- it would be such a tender farewell. Should Hattie not know ecstasy before she croaks? Oh...

Man: [Snoring]

Hattie: I thought I was supposed to hear bells... Instead of snoring.

Rolf: Oh, no, ignore him, Hattie. We are alone in the universe.

Hattie: I can't ignore him. The cop's passed out on the floor snoring, and it's nothing like I thought it would be. It isn't anything like flowers and candlelight and romantic music. It's nothing like --

Rolf: Look, Hattie, Hattie, we don't need external trappings, not when we're on fire. Oh, tell me that you are on fire, too.

Hattie: I-Iím not sure. I think I am getting a little preheated, though.

Rolf: Well, that's what love feels like.

Hattie: I thought it was a migraine.

Rolf: No, but it's the most beautiful feeling in the world, isn't it? Oh...

Hattie: Whew! I think that you're a little overdressed for this.

Rolf: Oh, no, no, no! Wait, wait. Whoa. Whoa.

Hattie: Am I not supposed to help you off with your jacket?

Rolf: No, no. It's just -- I-I have a meeting later. I don't want my jacket to be wrinkled. Yeah.

Hattie: Whew. Ha ha ha. Talk about being swept away. Ahh...

Rolf: [Thinking] She's so sweet and trusting. How can I love her and kill her? I canít. I'll just kill her. I couldn't live with myself otherwise. Uh, my little empanada, I think I was a bit hasty.

Hattie: Oh, I was hasty, too.

Rolf: Mmm?

Hattie: I'll just rush back in the bathroom for just a minute, and when I come back, we'll pick up right where we left off.

Rolf: Okay.

Hattie: Yeah.

Rolf: Yeah. [Door closes]

Bart: It wasn't just the car. She was interested in me. Me -- Bart Biderbeck. There was real chemistry. Well, live and learn. Live and -- damn! I remember. I was supposed to call Rolf and tell him not to kill Hattie. And pick up the toothpaste. It's all coming back to me now. I better get over there. If he kills her for no reason, I am in serious, serious, serious trouble. Come on, baby.

Hope: Oh, Lexie, I am so glad that you're here. He's upstairs. He's asleep, and, Lex, he is fine. He is -- he's fine.

Lexie: Oh, thank God.

Hope: You helped me get through this. You understood exactly what I was going through.

Lexie: Well, it's all over now. J.T. is just where he belongs.

Hope: And so is Isaac. And that's exactly where they're both going to stay.

Lexie: Right.

Hope: Mm-hmm.

Bo: Is Abe here?

Lexie: No, he couldn't leave work. Uh, they -- uh, well, he just couldn't leave.

Bo: Yeah, I know.

Belle: You know, I'm really surprised you told your parents about the dance. I mean, that you asked me to go with you.

Shawn-D: Why? Why wouldn't I have told them?

Belle: I don't know. I guess I just thought -- I thought maybe you got caught up in the fact that your brother was all right and that he was coming home, and that's why you asked me to go.

Shawn-D: Belle! No. No, I've wanted to ask you for a really long time. You know, I just got all caught up with the whole kidnapping thing with my brother and stuff, and -- you know what? How do I know that you didn't just say yes to me because my brother was coming home?

Belle: No, Shawn. Actually, I've wanted you to ask me for a really long time.

Shawn-D: Really?

Belle: Really.

Shawn-D: Oh. Well, I guess this worked out well then.

Belle: I guess it did.

Hope: Lex, there is something else I have to tell you.

Lexie: What?

Hope: Glen and Barb want to do another D.N.A. test.

Lexie: Yeah, I figured as much.

Bo: You okay with that?

Lexie: Well, I'm just not that worried about it anymore.

Hope: And you know what? You shouldn't be. I mean, not after what he did. There isn't a judge alive that would award Glen custody, even if the D.N.A. test did match.

Lexie: I just know that no one is ever taking Isaac away from me.

Hope: I know exactly how you feel. J.T.'s going to be locked in my arms till he turns 18. You heard that.

Bo: Yes, I did. Our son is home for good.

Rolf: What, is she taking precautions at her age?

Bart: I'm here and I am ready to -- damn it, Rolf. Did you already kill her?

Hattie: [Gasps] Oh, there was something a little off.

Abe: Why'd you do that, John? Why'd you barge in like that? What was so important?

John: Just trying to get DiMera to tell me the truth -- if he knew where J.T. was.

Abe: Hmm. Why would that upset Lexie?

John: I don't know. You know, boys, I don't feel quite right. I think I'm going to go lie down.

Abe: I'll get a squad car to take you.

John: No, no, I just -- just need some air.

John: You better keep your damn mouth shut, Lexie, for everyone's sake.

Jennifer: What do you mean "we're joined at the hip"?

Jack: [Asian accent] You know old proverb say "you save someone's life, you responsible for their life the rest of their life." [Normal voice] What a burden.

Jennifer: I really wish that you would stop joking about saving me. That was a very heroic thing to do.

Jack: Okay, Iíll stop... When you stop saying my business ideas are jokes.

Abby: You're doing it again. I can tell.

Jack: And you keep sneaking up on us, Miss Mata Hari.

Abby: You keep fighting.

Jennifer: Baby, we -- we are not fighting. This is -- this is just how we talk. Isn't that right?

Abby: Well, if that's how you talk, that's how Iím going to talk.

Jack: What have we created?

Belle: You know, this school dance is going to be a real change of pace for me. It's the first time I've gone with a date.

Shawn-D: Which is strange, since every single guy in school wants to go out with you.

Belle: Every single guy?

Shawn-D: Look, I-I already told you how I have wanted to ask you and for, uh... Hey, look, Lexieís here.

Belle: Yeah, of course.

Shawn-D: Yeah. Lexie, hey.

Lexie: Shawn, hi, sweetheart. You must be thrilled, huh?

Shawn-D: Yeah. No, I am so thrilled, but, you know, I have to tell you, your dad is kind of a funny guy.

Lexie: What do you mean?

Shawn-D: Uh, I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?

Belle: He just means that we saw him in Salem Place while we were getting all the stuff for J.T.

Bo: You saw DiMera? When? Where?

Shawn-D: Uh, right before we came here. He was in Salem Place by the cafť. He was just getting in the car and taking off. No, when I said "funny," I just meant that he was, you know, dressed like he was going to the beach.

Bo: There's no beach in Salem.

Shawn-D: No, okay, maybe not the beach, but, I don't know, like he was going to Hawaii or something.

Bo: Yeah, right.

Lexie: [Thinking] You won't catch him. You wonít.

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