Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 7/19/01

 

 

Days of Our Lives Transcript Canada--Thursday 7/19/01; USA--Friday 7/20/01

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Proofread By Niki

Nicole: And make sure the originals are re-filed. Oh. Kate. Have you been demoted to deliveries?

Kate: Well, I hope you're having a good laugh.

Nicole: Uh, yeah, well, I am.

Kate: That's very good, because it will be one of your last. I wore this here on purpose.

Nicole: What are you -- going to spirit Victor away from me in polyester and eau de gravy?

Kate: No. No, I want you to remember the day that I came to Titan in my Hudson Street Diner uniform.

Nicole: I think we all will.

Kate: Because today is the beginning of a whole new future for me.

Nicole: Earth to Kate, you don't have a future.

Kate: Just watch me.

Marie: Let me announce you, Mrs.. --

Kate: It won't be necessary, Marie.

Philip: Hey, Mom. Nice to see you.

Victor: You can go now.

Philip: No, I'm going to stay. I'm going to protect my mom.

Nicole: What the hell does she think she's up to?

Brandon: Hey, Nicky. What's up?

Nicole: Brandon. Thank you for coming. Um, come into my office. There's something I need to tell you.

Paul: All I want is to hear you say, "I love you."

Faye: Paul. I can't do this.

Paul: You can't do what? You can't tell your husband that you love him? Oh, baby, that's not good.

Maureen: And where are you going?

Mimi: To rob a bank so I can pay the lawyer before I go to prison.

Maureen: That's not funny. How can you joke about this horrible situation?

Mimi: It's better than crying. Look, lock the door. I'll be back soon. Or maybe I won't be back. Maybe I'll start running and just not stop. Anything would be better than prison.

Chloe: Enough talk about the stupid can. Give it to me. I'm going to open it.

Belle: No. Shawn, you've got to stop her! Don't let her open it.

Chloe: Aah!

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives.

Brandon: What's going on, Nicole? Why are you so upset?

Nicole: Actually, I was worried about you.

Brandon: Me? Well, no reason to be. I'm fine.

Nicole: That's not exactly true. I know you're still hurting about Sami.

Brandon: Hey, you win some, you lose some. I'll get over it.

Nicole: You're so easygoing, so "que sera, sera."

Brandon: Like I said, I'm fine. I'm handling it.

Nicole: Brandon, I-I know you say you're handling things when you're seething inside, but I worry that you get so mad, you'll end up taking things out on yourself.

Brandon: You called me over here because you think I'm going to self-destruct over Samantha? It wasn't fun, but it's not the end of the world.

Nicole: All right, this is more than just about Sami. It's -- I-I just think the thing with Sami is really bad timing.

Brandon: See, there you lost me. What's bad timing?

Nicole: Well, Brandon, I-I have something that I need to tell you, and I just -- I don't want you to freak out.

Brandon: What could freak me out? Did something happen to Mom?

Nicole: No, not exactly. All right, look, I'm just going to tell you. I called the prison. Dad was released.

Paul: Do you still love me?

Faye: Paul... You shouldn't have come here without calling me first.

Paul: That's not what I wanted to hear.

Faye: But it's the truth! It's been a long time, Paul, but you should know I’ve gotten a lot stronger.

Paul: So... You got your life back on track. You're not weak anymore, huh?

Faye: That's right.

Paul: Sounds like you've been watching too many talk shows, baby.

Faye: I was weak because of you, Paul, because of what you did to me!

Paul: Because I loved you too much? Because I got jealous of other men? I'm beyond that, Faye. Look, I've had time to think, too, okay? And I know that I made some big mistakes, mistakes that I won't make again. Okay? But you got to know that I love you, okay? You got to know that --

Faye: Maybe, but that doesn't change what happened, Paul. And you never had any reason to be jealous ever.

Paul: Oh, baby, now, that's just not true, okay? All those years that I spent in jail prove that I was right.

Faye: What?

Paul: You and I both know who put me in that hellhole, and we both know why. He wanted me in prison so he could sleep with my wife.

Victor: A bit dramatic, isn't it, Kate, coming to Titan in your diner uniform?

Philip: Maybe she doesn't have a choice. She probably has to go right back to earning that minimum wage you always say is already too high.

Kate: Philip, I didn't mean to embarrass you again. I just didn't know you were going to be here.

Victor: Oh, but you sure were hoping.

Philip: Maybe she's glad she has someone on her side, someone that's not going to mock her for making a living.

Victor: I never mock anyone for making a living. I was mocking her for overplaying the role of victim.

Philip: Dad, she is a victim, your victim. You have everything, and she has nothing.

Victor: She has her freedom, and I think she's damn lucky to have that.

Philip: You can play all the word games you want, but I'm telling you something -- I'm not going on that school trip until I know my mom's going to be okay.

Kate: Sweetie... You're going away? Is Chloe going, too?

Philip: No, you know, like I said, I screwed everything up with Chloe, so... I'm going to get away for a while and get my life back on track. And one of the ways I'm going to do that is by helping you, Mom. You know, I can't make Chloe change the way she feels about me, but I'm not going to let you suffer like this anymore.

Kate: Honey, I'm not your responsibility.

Philip: Help her, dad, or I'm not going anywhere.

Kate: I don't deserve a son like you.

Victor: Well, we finally agree on something.

Philip: Enough jokes, okay? This is not funny at all!

Victor: Look, I can't take the two of you at this level. Kate, sit down and stop crying.

Kate: I take enough orders at the diner. I will not take any more from you.

Victor: Fine. Stand. Do cartwheels for all I care. Since you're prepared to do this in front of your son -- and we all know there isn't much you haven't done in front of your son -- tell, what the hell is it you want?

Chloe: Gotcha.

Shawn-D: Oh, very funny. A real laugh riot, Chloe.

Chloe: Look, guys, chill out. I was just trying to add a little drama to the opening of the can.

Belle: You opened it?

Chloe: Yeah, but there wasn't much inside. Just this.

Shawn-D: Okay, let me see it.

Chloe: Cross my palm with silver, and all shall be revealed.

Shawn-D: Would you knock it off? What was in the can?

Chloe: This.

Shawn-D: Some cotton? Oh, wait, it's wrapped around something. What the heck is this?

Chloe: Hmm. Well, that solves one mystery.

Belle: What mystery?

Chloe: Why we didn't hear anything rattling inside the can.

Belle: Well, is there a note or anything?

Shawn-D: No. Nothing.

Chloe: I don't see anything. Well, what good is a key if you don't know what it opens?

Shawn-D: Wait. I know. I know what this is for.

Belle: How do you know what that's for?

Chloe: You're clairvoyant?

Shawn-D: Belle will know, too.

Belle: Oh, my gosh.

Chloe: What? How do you guys know what this is for?

Shawn-D: When we were little, our parents used to take us to Chicago a couple times a year.

Chloe: Oh, where you visited the Chicago key museum? What does Chicago have to do with this key?

Shawn-D: We went by train.

Chloe: Oh, that explains everything.

Shawn-D: Okay, and at the station, we used to play with the lockers.

Belle: Yeah, we would try to take the key out of the locker without having to put any money in.

Shawn-D: Meaning that this one key goes to some locker at the train station.

Chloe: Hmm, you used to play with lockers as children? And I thought I had a weird childhood.

Belle: You know, Shawn, they renovated that train station. I bet they put new lockers in.

Shawn-D: Yeah, you're right, meaning that the old ones are in some junkyard someplace.

Belle: Yeah.

Chloe: Or in a playground delighting other young Salemites.

Shawn-D: Okay. Chloe, uh, you need to just focus in here on the can.

Chloe: Okay, you're right. We should find out where those lockers are. Oh, great can oracle, where are the lockers, and what's inside of them?

Belle: And she thought we were weird when we played with lockers.

Chloe: I'm just having fun, you guys.

Belle: All these jokes are great, but this could be really dangerous.

Shawn-D: Yeah, Belle's right. Who knows what evil could lurk inside those lockers? Maybe 16-legged creatures.

Chloe: Well, even if there are, they are no match for... Ta-da! Ghoul girl.

Shawn-D: So, what do you say we go check out these lockers?

Belle: Good idea.

Chloe: Great.

Victor: I'm sure, like all good terrorists, you have a written list of demands.

Philip: Don't talk to her like that.

Victor: Fine, I'll rephrase. What do you want?

Kate: Where do I begin?

Philip: Well, I'll tell you what she needs -- a nice place to live, a new car with the insurance paid, and some money to buy clothes, you know, so she can get a decent-paying job. She should be running a company, not serving eggs over easy.

Kate: And health insurance. I do need health insurance.

Philip: Mom, are you okay?

Kate: Well, yes, sweetie, I'm fine. It's just that I need to be covered if I do go to the doctor's.

Philip: Well, I mean, you shouldn't even have to ask for that. Anything else?

Kate: Oh, I don't know. I don't have any good jewelry. What do you think -- emeralds to go with my uniform?

Philip: Oh, you don't have to joke. You've always had nice jewels, and you should now, too, right, dad?

Victor: Oh, of course.

Kate: "Oh, of course"?

Victor: Well you can buy anything you want, Kate, out of your allowance.

Kate: My allowance. Ahh...How generous. But there is one little detail. How much?

Nicole: Brandon, come on, you have to calm down. Look, I know how you feel about him, but... Well, maybe he's changed.

Brandon: Are you out of your mind? Of course he's changed. He's been in prison. So now he's more abusive. His attitude's even worse.

Nicole: You don't know that.

Brandon: You don't know anything! Nicole, when are you going to stop living in fantasy land and face the truth? Paul Mendez has never given his family anything but pain and grief, and that's all he'll ever give us.

Paul: You're right. Maybe this was just too big of a surprise, okay? So let's just -- just take a deep breath and calm down. Wipe the slate clean, all right? Let's just pack up all of our old baggage and start new.

Faye: That sounds real nice, Paul, but we can't --

Paul: But we can't do that, can we? Not unless you're honest with me.

Faye: I have told you, Paul, over and over again, that I never slept with Abe.

Paul: Faye...

Faye: Paul, listen, I am not going to do this again! You have got to go.

Paul: Go? This is our home. I live here.

Faye: What? Paul, we haven't spoken for the last -- how many years? And it's been better, much better that way, Paul. So we are not starting new, and I am not going to get beat up by you again, and I don't want the cops coming to this house for some scam that you're pulling! And I am not having the kids come home and see you here again! It's over, Paul. It's over.

Nicole: Brandon, he's your father, too.

Brandon: Don't remind me.

Nicole: The least you could do is give him a chance.

Brandon: He never gave us one. All I want to do is give him another prison sentence, this time for life. Mom -- does she know?

Nicole: I don't think so.

Brandon: You didn't tell her? I'll call her right now. [Telephone buzzes]

Nicole: Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second. Yeah, Marie. Okay, put him through. This is the Paris office. I've been trying to get a hold of this guy for two days.

Brandon: I'll call from the reception desk.

Nicole: Just relax. I won't be long. Two minutes is not going to make a big difference. Bonjour, Jean-Paul.

Paul: I can't stand this. What have I done?

Faye: You scared me, Paul.

Paul: I can see that. And all I wanted was just to... Damn it, I can never say what I meant. I just wanted to show you that I love you, that I want to take care of you, not hurt you.

Faye: Paul, please, don't --

Paul: Please, don't tell me that it's over, baby, because that's like telling me my life is over.

Faye: I just can't do this anymore, Paul.

Paul: I've changed, Faye. I've changed. Please let me show you that I’ve changed, okay? Please. You're what kept me going, baby, all those years in that hellhole, thinking about holding you again. Your hair -- I used to think about how good your hair smelled.

Faye: Paul, please don't do this.

Paul: And you used to tell me, remember, that I was the only man you ever loved. You used to tell me that I was your first and only love.

Faye: But then you hurt me, Paul, and the kids.

Paul: I know, I know, but that's all over with. That's in the past. I was crazy back then. But let me make it up to you, okay? Please? I can make it up to you if you just let me.

Faye: Please don't do this. I can't do this.

Paul: Yes, you can. I can feel that you want to. You know I want to, huh? We were always pulled together, baby, because we love each other. No matter what happened, we'll always love each other. Right? Hmm? You know I love you, don't you? You know that, baby, don't you, baby?

Faye: I know. But don't, Paul, please.

Paul: Oh, baby.

Faye: Paul. Paul. Don't, Paul.

Victor: Well, Kate, I'm glad to see you haven't lost your unwavering idolatry of the bottom line.

Philip: Why should he tell you what your allowance should be? Tell him what you need.

Victor: Philip, butt out. I'll handle this.

Kate: Don't forget to have my credit cards reinstated.

Victor: Oh, you don't understand, darling. You are not getting free rein. We weren't even married, for God's sakes.

Philip: You weren't married when she kept the company running and nursed you from that stroke. She was more of a wife than a lot of my friends' mothers ever are.

Victor: That is enough.

Philip: You have more money than some small countries, dad, but this isn't about money. This is about hurting her, paying her back. Hasn't she suffered enough?

Victor: This is between your mother and me.

Philip: Look at Lucas. He may never get out of that coma.

Victor: That is enough! Now, I want you to get out of here before I really lose my temper.

Philip: I'm sorry, dad. I'm not leaving until this is settled.

Shawn-D: All right, the guy said the locker for this key is in here somewhere.

Belle: How about these?

Chloe: Now I can see why you guys like playing with lockers. They're adorable.

Shawn-D: Uh-huh. Okay, should be right here. It's not.

Belle: Well, he did say some of the lockers were already taken out.

Shawn-D: You think ours is one of them?

Belle: Maybe.

Chloe: No, it's right here, guys. Voilà. Do you think that maybe it has blue smoke in it, like the can? Maybe it was a trap meant for desi, whoever desi is.

Belle: The only desi I know thinks Lucy spends too much money.

Shawn-D: Isn't he dead?

Belle: Shawn, I really did not think it was desi arnaz.

Shawn-D: Okay.

Chloe: Well, he lives eternally in reruns. Now give me the key.

Belle: No, no, no, no, you're not opening it.

Chloe: No, we're just going to stand here and look at this locker all day.

Belle: No, Chloe, I mean you aren't going to open it. I don't want you screaming and freaking everyone out again.

Shawn-D: Yeah, I think she's right. You open it.

Belle: Fine.

Shawn-D: Belle, I was kidding. I know you're scared.

Belle: No, I'm not. Honestly, Shawn, I don't know where you get such ideas. Bits.

Brandon: Nicole, you said two minutes.

Nicole: A bientôt. Hey, I'm sorry. That was a $3 million deal. I hope I wasn't holding you up. Well, go ahead, call Mom. I've got to get these out to Marie.

[Telephone rings] [ring]

Faye's voice: I can't take your call right now. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message. Thank you. [Beep]

Brandon: Hey, Mom, it's me. That bastard you married is out of prison. If he comes anywhere near you, let me know. [Click]

Kate: You can go.

Philip: I'm not going to --

Kate: No, no, no, no. Sweetie, I'm never going to be able to tell you how much your support has meant to me today. But your father's right.

Victor: There's a first.

Kate: I'm going to be able to talk to him more easily about this in private. I don't want to put you in the middle of all this.

Victor: After she's gotten what she wants.

Philip: Okay. Well, call me if you need anything. Anything.

Kate: Thanks.

Philip: Dad.

Victor: Yeah.

Nicole: Philip. I didn't know you were in there. What's your mother up to now?

Philip: She's not up to anything. She's getting justice.

Nicole: What?

Philip: I'm going to make sure she gets the respect she deserves, Nicole, and anyone who disrespects her is going to have to deal with me.

Nicole: Kate said today was a new beginning. I wonder what she got Philip to do and how she got him to do it.

Marie: Maybe she didn't do anything. Blood is thicker than water.

Nicole: Shut up, Marie. I wonder what the hell is going on in there.

Victor: You think you're very smart, don't you?

Kate: Well, you always did admire my...Mind. Now stop being such an old stuffed shirt and give me what I'm entitled to.

Victor: Oh, you really do tempt fate, Kate, telling me to give you what you're entitled to. Makes my fingers all twitchy, looking around for a poker and a box of matches.

Kate: You really do enjoy the high moral ground, don't you? So let's talk about the dollars, Vic. Show me the money.

Kate: Cheapskate.

Victor: Take it or leave it.

Kate: Oh, I'll take it. I'll take it for now, and then later I'll take more, because I do know how to force the issue.

Victor: Don't push your luck with me, Kate.

Kate: Thanks for the tip. Now can I have your credit card?

Victor: No.

Kate: Well, I'll need some cash.

Victor: You know, I really do hate you.

Kate: You know something? I think you're going to think a lot better of yourself, I really do, because it is better to give than receive.

Victor: I'll tell you what I'd like to give you. $3,000.

Kate: Ohh. You were in that nursing home a long time. Things have changed.

Victor: $5,000.

Kate: Well, that will be good for a week at the Salem Inn.

Victor: Don't you try to blackmail me.

Kate: Listen, big shot, I'm the mother of your child. Don't you ever call me a blackmailer or anything else I don't like.

Kate: You know something, cookie? You look worried, and you have every reason to be.

Faye: Stupid. Stupid...Stupid... Stupid.

Paul: You don't look any older than the first time I saw you.

Faye: I'm not getting any smarter, either.

Paul: Who called?

Faye: I didn't check the machine. It's probably Burke asking me to do an extra shift.

Paul: Well, then the answer's no, 'cause you're busy tonight, baby.

Faye: Paul, listen, that never should have happened.

Paul: What, are you crazy? That was great.

Faye: It doesn't matter.

Paul: What else does matter? You got to be honest here. You still drive me crazy, and I know I do the same thing to you. No matter what ever happened during the day, we could always work things out at night.

Faye: No, we didn't. Paul, I'm not starting that cycle over again. I've got my own life. It's a very different life.

Paul: And you still have a husband. You -- see? I'm not gonna get mad. I'm a changed man.

Faye: Paul, I never should have let you think that we could start all over --

Paul: You know what the problem is? We're talking too much. Okay? So what we're going to do is tonight we'll grab a couple of beers, a blanket, we'll go over to that empty lot next door, and we'll watch the stars come out like we did in the good old days.

Faye: We can't.

Paul: Baby, there's nothing we can't do.

Faye: Didn't you notice, Paul? That empty lot isn't empty anymore. They built a house

there. Everything has changed, pa. Don't you see?

Paul: So did you get parole?

Man: Am I smiling? Do I look like I made parole?

Paul: Damn, man, that stinks. I'm really sorry.

Man: If I have to serve my full term...

Paul: Look, man, it could happen to me, too. Who knows?

Man: Well, if you do get out first, you'll have to wait for me, desi, 'cause that can we buried near your house, well, you're going to need my help to get to it, to get to that treasure. Damn it, when did they build this damn house?

Faye: Why are you so upset about it?

Faye: Why are you so upset about that house?

Paul: I, uh, I have a lot of memories of you and me staring up at the sky.

Faye: Like you get so upset about memories. [Key turning in lock]

Paul: Who's that? Who's got keys to our house?

Faye: My friend Kate. She works with me at the diner. She's been staying here till she can find a place of her own.

Kate: Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't, um, I didn't know you had... What shall we say, a gentleman caller?

Faye: Well, I wouldn't say gentleman.

Paul: I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to go meet the new neighbors.

Faye: Wait a minute! [Door closes]

Kate: Well, then who the hell was that?

Faye: That was my husband.

Mimi: Philip. Don't yell at me, okay? I know I would deserve anything you'd say, but... I am so sorry for what I did. I guess you'll hate me forever.

Philip: I'm more angry with myself than anyone else. I'm such an idiot.

Mimi: I wish I could undo what I did.

Philip: What I don't get is how you got suckered into it by Jan. We all kept telling you she was bad news.

Mimi: I know, and as much as I want to, I just can't blame her. I knew what I was doing, and when I tried to stop it, I was too late and too weak.

Philip: Well, there's nothing we can do about it now, is there?

Mimi: No. So, tomorrow I find out if I'm going to jail or not.

Philip: Jail? Are you serious?

Mimi: Oh, yeah, and Chloe's mom is really serious.

Philip: Isn't there something you can do?

Mimi: Actually, it seems like it's all up to Chloe.

Shawn-D: What's wrong? What is it?

Belle: You know, I was just thinking, if I open this locker, something could possibly happen that might prevent us from going on that trip with Mr.. Woods.

Shawn-D: Opening it has nothing to do with you being scared?

Belle: You know, you think you're so smart. I just don't want anything to happen, especially if it involves a can that I wish we never found in the first place.

Shawn-D: Okay, all right. Well, do you think you put it off long enough now? Can we please go through with this?

Belle: I hope you all are still laughing when I'm attacked by blue smoke. It's not funny. The things I do for my friends.

Brandon: All right, I'll handle it.

Nicole: What does Mom want you to handle?

Brandon: That wasn't her. That was a nurse at the hospital. One of my patients is giving her a hard time.

Nicole: So you talked to Mom?

Brandon: I left a message. Look, call the next time you have such great news.

Nicole: Hey, wait, wait. I'm not going to let you leave here until you promise me you'll stay away from dad.

Brandon: Oh, and I was hoping he and I could toss around a football, go fishing.

Nicole: I'm serious, Brandon. He's still married to Mom. Let them work things out on their own. This is none of our business.

Brandon: None of our business. She's weak. He's a sociopath. It had better be somebody's business.

Nicole: You don't know everything.

Brandon: I know he can't be trusted, and she's completely vulnerable to him. She hasn't a clue how sick he is.

Nicole: She loves him, and you can't accept that even though it's true.

Kate: I thought your husband was in prison.

Faye: So did I. He showed up at my doorstep. They released him.

Kate: Well, it looks like you had a nice reunion. Or did you?

Faye: I, uh, I made a mistake. I let him take advantage of me, but I told him that he can't stay.

Kate: Well, you don't have to do that on my account, because I've come to get my things. I'm moving out.

Faye: No, please, don't go. Don't leave me alone.

Philip: So why is it up to Chloe if you go to jail or not?

Mimi: If Chloe tells the D.A. not to make a deal with us, we're toast. And knowing

Chloe, I'm getting ready for dinner with a layer of marmalade.

Philip: You're only 16. They can't send you to prison.

Mimi: Times have changed. They're trying 14- and 15-year-old kids as adults now. No more free rides.

Philip: I don't get it. It's not like you killed anyone, Mimi.

Mimi: Yeah, but the D.A., and even my lawyer, think that the killing starts with kids doing things like this to other kids, being bullies.

Philip: Zero tolerance -- easier than thinking.

Mimi: Well, hey, I really appreciate that you even talked to me, but I got to get going.

Philip: Well, good luck.

Mimi: Yeah, it was nice knowing you.

Paul: [Knocks on door]

Maureen: Yes?

Paul: Hey, I'm Paul Mendez, your next-door neighbor. I thought I'd come over and introduce myself.

Maureen: But Faye Walker lives next door.

Paul: I'm her husband.

Maureen: I haven't seen you around.

Paul: I've been away for quite a while, and I got to say, your house was quite a surprise.

Maureen: How long have you been gone?

Paul: Way too long, but I'm a happy man now. Well, we've had some problems. Who doesn't? But things are starting to look up.

Maureen: That's nice.

Paul: And that's too much information, I guess. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so excited, I'm telling everyone.

Maureen: No, just wait that is nice.

Paul: I'm an old-fashioned guy. What can I say? Anyway, the reason I came over here over here, and I think they might be on your property. I didn't know they were going to build here at the time.

Maureen: That's all right. I think they look nice. I just want to be a good neighbor.

Maureen: That's very nice.

Paul: Yeah, well, it's nice to have neighbors. I grill a mean steak, so we'll have to do a cook-out real soon.

Maureen: That would be great.

Paul: Well, it's nice meeting you, um...

Maureen: Oh, Maureen. Maureen Lockhart.

Paul: See you around, Mo.

Maureen: Okay.

Paul: Oh, you know, this is going to sound so stupid, but my wife and I -- you're going to think I'm nuts -- but, you know, it was a joke, kind of a sentimental thing, but I buried something over there, and I was wondering --

Maureen: Was it a can with funny writing on it?

Paul: Yeah, that's right. That's it. Did you find it?

Maureen: Well, my daughter and her friends did. Is it yours?

Paul: Did she, uh, open it?

Maureen: I don't think so. She never really had it. One of her friends does.

Paul: Hmm. Ain't that something. Well, it's no big deal, but do you think maybe you could ask her about it? 'Cause I'd kind of like to get it back to surprise my wife.

Maureen: Of course. It was nice to meet you, Paul.

Paul: Nice meeting you. Take care.

Shawn-D: Okay, um, is there anything else that we wanted to talk about before we went through with actually opening this locker?

Belle: I hate you. I completely hate you. Just watch me.

Belle: Aah! Aah!

[Clown skull cackling]

Nicole: Why can't you just ac the fact that Mom has to follow her heart?

Brandon: Why can't you accept the fact that you can't love a sociopath?

Nicole: Will you stop calling him that?

Brandon: The shoe fits. The man doesn't have normal human feelings.

Nicole: She loves him.

Brandon: She loves an image she has in her head about what she thinks a husband should be. He is nothing like that.

Nicole: Spare me the lecture, okay? And fancy words don't change the fact that just because you don't like him doesn't mean you can dictate how we feel about him.

Brandon: I am worried about Mom.

Nicole: Well, of course you are. You're a little boy who wants his mommy all to himself.

Brandon: Don't say that to me!

Nicole: Looks like you're a chip off the old block, huh?

Faye: Kate, can you at least stay a few more weeks?

Kate: Faye, you know, I'm sorry, but I can't. I've had my problems with men and I sure can't solve yours. But you are a strong woman. You're going to handle this.

Faye: What's that?

Kate: This is called a big tip for great service. I want to pay you for the time I was here.

Faye: I didn't offer you the room to make money, Kate.

Kate: I know you didn't, and that's what makes you a unique person. I want you to take this and buy yourself something nice, okay? You tell that creep of a boss of ours that I am never coming back. I'm going to go get my stuff.

Faye: I am not strong. My God, what have I done? I've got to get rid of him. Brandon... If he finds out... Damn it, Paul. Why'd you come back here?

Paul: I didn't come back here to find out some stupid kid has stolen my future. God help whoever has that key.

Mimi: Mom, it's me.

Maureen: Oh. Oh, thank God you're home. The lawyer called.

Mimi: What did she say?

Maureen: The D.A. isn't going to press for prison time.

Mimi: Oh! I was so scared.

Maureen: I know. I know.

Mimi: What are you looking for?

Maureen: Oh, Faye's husband was here. He's a nice guy.

Mimi: Yeah?

Maureen: Yeah, yeah. You know that can you guys found in the back yard? It was his. He wants it back.

Mimi: Really? Well, Shawn has it now. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. Why does he want it? What did he say?

Maureen: Oh, uh, something about sentimental value. Yeah, that was it.

Shawn-D: All right, deep breath. You're okay.

Belle: Well, now that I’ve made a complete fool out myself...

Shawn-D: No, this would have scared anybody.

Belle: It didn't scare either of you.

Chloe: So this is it? This was about some stupid practical joke?

Shawn-D: No, I guess this thing was maybe just keeping guard of whatever's in here. Let me take a look.

Chloe: Ever seen "Pagliacci"?

Belle: Chloe.

Shawn-D: Look at this.

Belle: What's in it?

Shawn-D: I don't know. Let's see.

Shawn-D: Do you know what this is?

Belle: Looks like some kind of diagram or something. Wow.

Shawn-D: Look at this.

Belle: Pictures of jewelry.

Chloe: Yeah, beautiful jewelry. Here, look at the back. $15,000? Wow.

Shawn-D: This one looks like my grandmother's ruby. It is. It has to be. You guys, this is all stolen.

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