Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 8/27/01--Canada; Tuesday 8/28/01--USA
Provided By Stephanie
Bo: Hey. I'm here to see Lexie.
Eliana: Is Dr. Carver expecting you?
Bo: No, but that shouldn't be --
Eliana: I'm sorry. If you don't have an appointment --
Bo: This is a joke, right?
Eliana: I must announce you.
Bo: Ok. Tell her Bo Brady is here. I want to know if our babies were switched at birth.
Kate: Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the unfairest of them all? That would be the winner. And, Victor, I will be the winner.
John: So, son, you like?
Brady: Yeah, I could definitely work here.
John: Oh, that's a good thing, because you are.
Brady: Great. So where's my office gonna be, huh?
John: I'm afraid you mean your cubicle, right? Nice face. I've got the plans in the other room. You want to see them?
Brady: Yeah. Why don't you go get them?
John: Nice face.
Brady: Very funny.
Brady: My, you sound cheerful.
Brady: That's better -- a little.
Chloe: So, what's going on? I thought you were busy.
Brady: Oh, no. I'm here with my dad, checking out his new office space.
Chloe: Hmm. And?
Brady: It's pretty cool. What's wrong with you?
Chloe: Did I say that anything was wrong?
Brady: Did you have to?
Chloe: Look, I don't want to talk about it over the phone.
Brady: All right, so why don't you come here?
Chloe: But you said your dad's there.
Brady: What, you want me all to yourself?
Chloe: As a matter of fact, I do.
Philip: Hey, what do you see up there?
Shawn-D: Nothing much.
Belle: What about you? Anything that looks like a star?
Belle: Oh, I can't believe someone would climb all the way up there to plant a clue. This
better not be as dangerous as the first one.
Mimi: I don't know if I'd go to all this trouble for my great-grandmother's ruby.
Shawn-D: Uh! Oh, my God. I can't do this.
Brady: So did you want me to come pick you up or something?
Chloe: Ok. I'll see you soon, then.
Brady: All righty.
Chloe: Ok, bye.
John: Let me guess. Chloe?
John: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Brady: Dad, whatever you're thinking regarding me and Chloe, you're way off.
Brady: So, anyway, I think your Plexiglass desk should go right about here, you know? It'll be the focal point of the room. What do you think?
John: Well, I think that if this is my office, I will be the focal point of the room. Besides, I don't think I want to leave my fingerprints all over a glass top.
Brady: You're not getting old on me, are you, dad?
John: That's why I have children -- so I can turn my company over to them one day when I pfft! You know.
Brady: Well, that's not gonna happen for a long time, I hope..
John: All right. You know what, son? I know, though you and I have a deal here --
Brady: Oh, boy. But --
John: A college education these days -- you really can't get anywhere in business without one.
Brady: Yeah, that's what nepotism's for.
John: Ok. And what happens when one day you walk in here and you say, "you know what, dad? I don't want to work here anymore." Hmm? Now, I have all the faith in the world in you, but I would feel like a lousy parent if I didn't at least try to convince you --
Brady: Convince me to go back to school. Yeah, I know. So you want to be a promise-breaking parent with a clear conscience?
John: I'm not going back on my word. I'm just suggesting that you consider working here part-time while you finish up at Salem U.
Brady: No way.
Shawn-D: Yes, I can. Focus.
Philip: Hey, Belle, give me that radio.
Philip: Hey, turn on your radio!
Philip: Oh, yeah, I'd like a large double cheeseburger and some fries, please.
Shawn-D: Yeah, and how much would I pay for one of those right now?
Philip: Hey, Paul, can I see that?
Paul: Sure, kid.
Belle: You guys be careful, ok?
Philip: Yeah. Maybe I might have better luck finding the star.
Jan: Oh, my God. What is he doing?
Belle: Because he wants to.
Mimi: You want to try, Jan?
Jan: You'd love it if I killed myself, wouldn't you?
Belle: No one is going to kill themselves, ok? So why don't you take your negative vibes somewhere else?
Shawn-D: Ha ha ha! Whoo!
Belle: Shawn, what do you think you're doing?
Shawn-D: Don't worry, Belle. He's got me.
Paul: The old cabeza, huh?
Jan: Oh, my God.
Paul: I hope you can forgive me.
Jan: It's not just the rum. This headache's from exposure to those people.
Philip: Oh, my God!
Shawn-D: Sorry, guys.
Philip: What are you apologizing for?
Belle: Jan, just get out of here, ok? Go!
Mimi: I can't take this anymore.
Belle: Mimi -- Shawn, I think you should come down.
Shawn-D: Almost there.
Shawn-D: Hey, guys, I think I see the clue. It's right next to me.
Paul: Yeah. Excellent. .
Brady: You know what? I just -- I want to do a good job for you, all right, dad? In order for me to do that, I got to focus on one thing at a time. Now, you said that school would help me with work. Well, I say that work will help me with school.
John: So you're saying that you will consider going back to school someday.
Brady: Yeah, someday, maybe. Whatever. The thing is, you only get one chance in your life to get in on the ground floor in business. Now, this company is tuned in to what's in, what's cool. Don't you want someone like that working here full-time?
John: Gosh, thanks, son.
Brady: No, no, no, I didn't -- I didn't mean it like that. I just -- I meant that you're not going to want a lot of old fogies with a billion degrees working here, you know?
Brady: You said that experience counts for a lot.
John: That's a fact. Speaking of which, I want you to check something out. There you go.
Brady: Sarah Burton. My God.
Brady: She's going to run this company one day, dad.
John: Mm-hmm. Maybe she will.
Brady: In here!
John: Hey, Chloe.
Chloe: Wow. Brady said this was great space, but this is incredible. Good luck with all this, Mr. Black.
John: Thank you, Chloe. Son, I'm going to interview Ms. Burton in the conference room. If she comes in here by mistake, will you point her in the right direction?
Brady: Will do.
John: Great. Thanks. Good to see you.
Chloe: Nice seeing you, too.
Brady: See you, dad. So what's up? What's wrong?
Chloe: I can't stop thinking about you, Brady. I mean, I can't stop thinking about what you said, because you keep saying it.
Brady: What, that you can't sing?
Chloe: There you go. You don't seem to mind hearing me sing, and I think that if you're going to teach me anything, do you think it's a great idea to totally destroy my confidence?
Brady: Is that what I'm doing?
Chloe: No, not yet. Look, I know you've heard me sing a measure here or a show tune there, but today I came prepared. I am going to give you a fantastic performance, and with any luck, it's going to shut you up for good.
John: Kate. What are you doing here?
Lexie: Bo, how are you? Come on in.
Bo: Thank you. Sure I don't need to stay because she couldn't announce me. So is this a friendly visit?
Bo: Well, there's no easy way to bring this up.
Bo: Hope mentioned something to me the other day, said it upset you. I'm not saying it happened, but --
Lexie: Oh, yes, yes. You're talking about the old baby switch, which we both know could never have happened.
Bo: Yeah, well --
Lexie: Are you looking to make a TV movie or something?
Bo: Babies switched at birth -- it is kind of far-fetched, but the movie was made, and it was based on a real case.
Lexie: Years ago, which is why safeguards have now been developed.
Bo: Mm-hmm. And it's happened again and again.
Lexie: Bo, this isn't an epidemic. Come on. We're talking about University Hospital. I work there. I know.
Bo: I see you don't want to talk about this, and I'm sorry to be the one to push it on you. I love J.T. like he was my flesh -- he's my son. I love him. And there's something wrong. We Both know Isaac's birth mother was an alcoholic. Glen and Barb said she used drugs, also.
Lexie: Marlo stopped taking drugs when she got pregnant. Bo, I mean, come on. The next thing you're going to tell me is that as far as you know, Hope didn't drink alcohol -- she only had a few glasses of champagne when she was pregnant. But I kept hearing from Lila Faversham, Greta, my father that Gina liked her alcohol. She liked it a lot. I mean, you conceived this baby with Hope, right? So you ought to know. She drank like a fish, didn't she?
Jan: So, what are you doing?
Mimi: That explains a lot, this ability to talk and sleep at the same time.
Jan and Jason: Shut up, Mimi.
Jason: Actually, I'm going to sleep because cruel people have been making me wake up before noon every day of this so-called summer vacation. Why don't you join me, babe? Why'd you bring her?
Jan: She was too scared to watch Shawn climb the cliffs.
Jan: So, what are the little suck-ups up to now to make our summer even suckier?
Mimi: It doesn't have anything to do with you.
Jan: Oh, but "it" is something -- I mean, besides enjoying the natural beauty and scary aspects of the Cliffside.
Jan: Well, you know, that Paul, he is kind of sexy for an older man. He is single, Mimi.
Jan: You know what they say about beggars.
Mimi: You're the one that said he was sexy. I don't really go for the fatherly type.
Jan: Oh, you know you fantasize about him.
Jan: No. Your father.
Mimi: I feel dirty just standing here talking to you.
Jason: We're obviously not going to stretch out, so I'm going to go. I'll see you later -- or not.
Jan: Bye, Jas. He loves it when I talk dirty.
Mimi: You're a match made in heaven.
Jan: Speaking of, Belle looked pretty uptight about lover boy climbing on the cliffs.
Mimi: Well, so was I. We'd die if anything happened to him. Of course. He's our friend.
Jan: Oh. Yeah. He and Belle looked like such good friends on their little midnight swim.
Mimi: What did you see?
Shawn-D: It's not the star.
Philip: Then what is it?
Shawn-D: I don't know. It's like a half-moon or something. What could that mean?
Paul: Give me that radio. It means keep looking.
Paul: I hope it doesn't take all day.
Philip: It better not. Shawn's in great shape, but that's a tough climb.
Belle: Oh, I hate this!
Philip: Paul, take the rope. I scared you. I'm sorry.
Belle: Philip, you're not scaring me, ok? He's scaring me. I want him to come down from there. I know this ruby's got sentimental value or whatever, but I would rather have him.
Philip: Look, he can chill on the ledge if he gets tired. And whoever put that clue up there got down, right?
Belle: Yeah, but they could have been a professional rock-climber.
Philip: Look, he's doing fine. He's got the hang of it now.
Belle: Thanks for trying to make me feel better.
Philip: Just trying to return the favor -- and not nearly as well.
Belle: Oh, my God! You come down right now, Shawn!
Shawn-D: Relax, Belle. I'm ok.
Belle: Just -- just be careful, ok?
Shawn-D: Don't worry, all right? I can handle this.
Philip: Hey, Belle. Could you ever see Chloe acting like this if I was up there?
Belle: Wouldn't you like a calm, cool, collected person waiting for you at the bottom? I'm sure Shawn would.
Philip: I don't think so, Belle. Ow, I'm learning from you two what a relationship should be like.
Belle: Relationship? Philip, it's not like we're going out.
Philip: Well, I don't think any of us need word that it's official.
Belle: I wouldn't mind.
Philip: Right. You know, I called Chloe again.
Belle: You did? Philip yeah. I took Shawn's advice and told her I was sorry for what I did and what I said.
Belle: Wow. And?
Philip: And she said she understood that she knew I didn't mean it.
Belle: Oh, my gosh, Philip. That is so great. I hope things work out for you guys.
[Classical music playing]
[Chloe singing opera in Italian]
Brady: Chloe, this is not how you want to do this, ok? Trust me. All you did was turn on a C.D. player and start singing. You didn't think about what the lyrics mean. You're like a machine.
Chloe: I know what the words mean.
Brady: But how do they relate to you? Chloe, you're mimicking someone you heard sing on this C.D. when you were, like, 5 years old. I remember reading about Beverly Sills. She taught herself to sing by listening to records, too, and she made her voice teacher laugh at her rendition of a tragic opera. I mean, this is Beverly Sills I'm talking about here, a true genius, a genius who went to a teacher and learned how to connect to the lyrics and feel the music. Now, I'm not saying that you can't do that because, believe me, I wouldn't be wasting my time, and I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but if you don't acknowledge that you're doing something wrong, you can forget about Broadway and Julliard and the met. I mean, you could sing at some summer amusement park show, if that's what you want to do with your talent.
Chloe: Ok, Mr. Virtuoso. You sing.
Brady: What? I'm sorry. Chloe, you're missing the whole point here.
Chloe: No. You say that you know everything about feelings and textures and all that, so show me. Here. I want you to sing this.
Brady: Chloe, you're just thinking of an excuse to not listen to me.
Chloe: You want to give me one? Then don't sing. And you say I'm holding back.
[The music of the night playing]
Kate: I read that you were moving into this building, and I wanted to see for myself.
John: Oh. Um, well, excuse me for being so abrupt, but I was, um, expecting somebody else, and you just kind of threw me.
Kate: Well, that's ok. You have some much going on, but I must say you look remarkably together. May I say even energized?
John: Yeah. Yeah. You know, I guess I am.
Kate: Hmm. Well, I know how that is. When your children are on the verge of adulthood, work takes on a whole new significance in your life.
John: Well, that's a fact. You know, being bored and aimless is not a real good method of operation for me. I mean, I can only play so many rounds of golf and join so many Boards, you know?
Kate: Ha ha ha! Sometimes, there's not even a reason to shave, huh?
John: Ha ha! Not that you have that problem.
Kate: Oh, you want to bet? Ha ha!
John: I was referring to the fact that you have not been without your work your whole life, and despite the fact, you look, um -- you look really nice. You look refreshed.
Kate: Well, thank you. It's really wonderful to be out of the diner and on the road to a normal life again.
John: Oh. So am I to assume that you and Victor are...
Kate: No. No. That relationship is dead, romantically speaking, but, um, I hope to remain friends, of course, for Philip's sake.
John: Well, I hope so, too, Kate.
Bo: I know that Hope had some champagne when she was Princess Gina, but I also know that she spent most of her pregnancy locked up in a castle turret with your father. They were starving, not partying.
Lexie: Bo, you know, I'm surprised you're not convinced my father poured rum down her throat in order to make an innocent child sick for God knows what reason.
Bo: What is it, this house? You act, sound just like DiMera.
Lexie: Well, only because you sound like the grand inquisitor. What are you going to do, evict me? Look. If it's so unpleasant for you to be here, then I suggest you leave. I don't think either of us is enjoying this conversation very much, Bo.
Bo: I came here out of respect for you. I wanted you to know I was looking into this because it affects you.
Lexie: No, it doesn't. Bo, I know my own baby, and Hope knows hers.
Bo: I hope you're right. You know that, don't you?
Lexie: Mm-hmm. Look. Whatever Glen and Barb said about Marlo -- come on. First of all, we're talking about the intrepid kidnappers, who themselves were probably too drunk to know what Marlo was up to. And, I mean, who says that their Marlo was our Marlo?
Lexie: Nobody identified Marlo's body.
Bo: Because it disappeared from the morgue.
Lexie: Have you been talking to Abe about this?
Bo: No. I didn't want to upset him.
Lexie: Oh, because Abe and I Both know that the woman that Glen described, she's nothing like the Marlo who lived here, Bo, who cared so deeply for her baby.
Bo: What are you trying to tell me, that Isaac's birth mother is alive and well?
Bo: Oh, my g -- your father brought Marlo to this house. She disappeared the day you got Isaac. Her decomposed remains showed up again and then were stolen from the morgue, and we have a witness who saw a corpse in this house on that same day.
Lexie: Oh, come on, Bo. It was a Halloween decoration.
Bo: Ok. Fine. But this idea or this lie you're telling doesn't matter. We can't prove it either way -- The body's gone - J.T. is Hope's biological child.
Mimi: Are you like a voyeur or something?
Jan: Ooh, big word, Mimi.
Mimi: What did you see last night?
Jan: Nothing. But obviously, you saw something. You are such an incompetent liar, Mimi. So what's up with Shawn and Belle?
Mimi: Why do you care?
Jan: I just can't believe that Shawn's gonna go all the way with a snobby little rich girl.
Mimi: Shawn's a guy, and Belle is not a snob.
Jan: Huh. Yeah.
Mimi: What are you thinking? Never mind. I don't want to know.
Jan: Oh, no, no, no. It's just that -- I mean, Shawn's such a caring, giving person. The perfect position for him would be missionary.
Mimi: What are you talking about? Oh, my God.
Jan: Well, like you haven't had the same fantasy a million times. You want to put some money who can get Shawn in bed first -- you, me, or golden girl? 40-to-1 odds on you.
Mimi: No way is that ever gonna happen. Oh!
[Rocks tumble] [rocks tumble]
Belle: This is awful. This is so awful.
Shawn-D: Hey, I found it. There's a yellow star painted on this piton.
Philip: Hey, Paul, let me see that radio. Hey, can you reach it?
Shawn-D: Oh. Ok. Maybe not. Paul, look. You're gonna need to give me a lot more slack, all right?
Belle: No. Don't you dare, Shawn.
Philip: Hey, hey. It's not worth it. Belle's right.
Paul: He's two feet from the thing. Oh, he's gonna love you if you make him come down now and break his poor eat-grandmother's heart. Look at him. He's fine.
Shawn-D: I can make it, I promise. Gran's gonna be so happy to have her ruby back, all right?
Paul's voice: My ruby, you little bastard.
Brady: Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender turn your face away from the garish light of day turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world let all thoughts of the world you knew before let your soul take you where you long to be only then can you belong to me floating, falling sweet intoxication touch me, trust me savor each sensation let the dream begin let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write the power of the music of the night you alone can make my song take flight help me make the music of the night.
Chloe: You're right.
Brady: You can do that, Chloe.
Chloe: No, I can't. I could never do that. It scares me to death.
John: So, how's, uh -- how is Lucas?
Kate: I talked to his doctor today, and he told me there's a chance, if he comes out of the coma, he could be completely unaffected.
Kate: That's all that's on my mind. I can't tell you how much hope I have for my son.
John: Good. Well, I'm glad you stopped by.
Kate: Me, too.
John: Look. I hate to cut this short, but as I mentioned, I'm expecting somebody for an interview.
Kate: Sarah Burton?
John: Yeah. You know her? Well, of course you must. The fashion industry's a small world.
Kate: I am Sarah Burton.
Lexie: Bo, look. If you want to keep digging up the past, that's your problem.
Bo: Me? You know as well as I do that Hope is not gonna rest until she finds out what she did as Princess Gina, and now here you are feeding her the lies that your father wants her to believe about that time. Is that how you treat your friends?
Lexie: Well, excuse me for wanting to help. Bo, I would never lie to Hope.
Bo: Hmm. You know, it's sad. More and more, you're acting like Stefano. Fine. You go right ahead. You want to be a DiMera? Fine. I'll come after both of you.
Brady: Chloe, wait. Look. You're doing it.
Chloe: Doing what?
Brady: You're afraid.
Chloe: I am?
Brady: Yeah, and you're showing me.
Brady: Every feeling that you have, you can express it through your music. Can you believe it now?
Chloe: I'm not sure.
Brady: Well, I am. I know you can do it. Come on. Let's get out of here.
Brady: All right. Let me just tell my dad we're leaving, all right?
Chloe: Ok. I'm gonna go get my backpack.
Brady: All right.
John: Damn. Should have figured this out. So, what's the deal? You figured I wouldn't meet with you if you used your real name on the resume?
Kate: Was I right?
Brady: Yes, you were right. My father will not interview you now, so get the hell out of here.
Lexie: Does Hope know this is how you're treating your best friend? You just don't want her to find out anything, do you? That's your real problem.
Bo: You're wrong.
Lexie: Yeah? Then stay out of my father's life. Concentrate on Hope and your family.
Bo: Lexie... Are you threatening me?
Lexie: No, you are threatening your family. I think we're through.
Bo: Hmm. Don't think you got rid of me, Lexie. My family's gonna be happy, and I am gonna know the truth.
Belle: Let me see that. No, Shawn. Just leave it there.
Shawn-D: Come on, Belle. You're making me nervous.
Philip: Hey, let me see those binoculars. Hey, he's almost got it, guys. Hey, go for it, bro.
Shawn-D: Paul, is there a way to get these pitons out of the rock?
Paul: Well, it should just pull out.
Shawn-D: You're kidding me.