Days Transcript Wednesday 1/30/02

Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 1/30/02


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[Piano jazz music playing]

Jennifer: Mm. No more, I swear. I-I am not going to use you as an ear, as you said, okay? There are a lot more interesting things to talk about than Jack Deveraux.

Brandon: Look, you can talk about Jack. It's just that --

Jennifer: No, I know, I know. The cliff notes would be better for both of us. We agreed, okay? I don't know why I go on and on about Jack. He just has this effect on people.

Jennifer: He just has this effect on women -- on this woman -- and he just drives me absolutely crazy.

Brandon: And here we are now, talking...

Jennifer: Talking...

Both: About Jack again.

[Country music playing]

Jennifer: Let me try this. Okay. Ooh! Whose idea was this, anyway?

Jack: Thanks to the child here, we finally have a fair game. I'm a 12 handicap, you know?

Jennifer: Well, that's good if it were golf, Jack, but it's not.

Jack: Well, at golf, I'm a 42.

Jennifer: Ha ha.

Jack: Please, please, promise me that you will not take after your father in his coordination. Just -- please, just... Be like your mommy in every way.

Jennifer: No, you know what? I want you to be like your daddy. I want you to be smart and funny...

Jack: All right, all right. Shoot -- just shoot. Shoot already. Shoot. This is gamesmanship -- gamesmanship. Play.

Jennifer: That's right. That's right. And you know what? You are always going to drive a hard bargain.

Jack: You drive a hard bargain, Jennifer. Good thing Iím undeterred. We have everything in common that way.

Nicole: Ow! Ow!

Hope: What did I remember when I kissed John? Marlena, please. If you're my friend, you won't make me relive that guilt right now.

Marlena: Well, it's going to be a long, long wait if we just have to sit here and stare at each other.

Hope: There's nothing else we can talk about?

Marlena: We're both having a hard time. I'm not sure that any topic is safe.

Hope: Please don't -- don't badger me.

Marlena: Badger you? Why can't you just answer a simple question for me? Look, if we're friends, why don't you just tell me the truth? Knowledge is power. You said that over and over the months you were trying to remember your past. So what did you remember?

Lexie: Okay, uh... Shawn and Belle would be on the streets with that poor baby if it wasn't for me. I'm doing the right thing for all of us, right?

Rolf: Why are you doubting yourself?

Lexie: I've never been a party to kidnapping before. Thank God Abe's working late.

Rolf: Tell me -- what does Alexandra Carver think is the right thing to do?

Lexie: What does that matter? You want me to think like a DiMera.

Rolf: Alexandra Carver is a DiMera, and believe me, she would know exactly how to use this situation to maximum advantage.

Belle: Is he asleep?

Shawn D.: I say he goes unconscious. Told you he was smart.

Belle: Shh.

Shawn D.: What, you think he's going to wake up? You call past his bedtime, like, what, every night?

Belle: I never thought of that.

Shawn D.: Yeah, he sleeps through the phone, doorbell, family good night parade -- trust me, he's out.

Belle: Are you saying you sneak into his room every night and kiss your little brother good night?

Shawn D.: What if I do?

Belle: You're a great brother, Shawn, and you know what? You're going to be a great dad, too.

Jennifer: So, what a relief to get out of that apartment.

Brandon: Mm, yeah, that was going downhill in a hurry. We sure didn't need that.

Jennifer: No, we didn't. Slipping out of there was a great move.

Brandon: Inspired.

Jennifer: Mm-hmm. Thank you for being so understanding.

Brandon: Well, you know, you take Jack out of the equation, and we do pretty well on the conflict resolution front.

Jennifer: Oh, God. Poor Greta and Nicole. You know, he's probably just mediating them into some incredible frenzy right now.

Brandon: Well, let's put it this way -- I don't think anyone else is going to be doing the happy dance tonight.

Jennifer: Is -- is that an invitation?

Jennifer: Oh. Thank you.

Greta: [Sighs] I'm going to sit here and cry into my beer. Excuse me.

Man: Yes?

Greta: I will have the best champagne you've got -- French.

Man: Vintage?

Greta: Top of the line. For everyone here. [Cork pops]

Man: You're the, uh... You're the princess, aren't you? I guess you can afford this. So what's the special occasion?

Greta: No questions. Just pour. Sorry. Please.

Man: Certainly.

Greta: Whew. To better days.

[Bell rings]

Jack: I'll have a club soda, my good man.

[Pinball machine chiming]

Man: You look like you've had a hard day.

Nicole: Thanks.

Man: By the time you get out of here, you'll feel a lot better -- guaranteed. What can I get you?

Nicole: Just short of a jump? Start. Jump start. Look, I'll just settle for the phone.

Man: Car trouble? Honey, Iím sorry. You picked a fun place to wait. Pay phone's over there. Drink's on me.

Jack: I'll buy the drink. What, the president of titan has no cell phone?

Man: Suddenly Mr. Club Soda's a big spender?

Nicole: My phone is dead, and so might someone else be if I don't get a good stiff drink immediately. Sure, you can pay, Jack. Just make sure you boil the glass first.

Hope: It's not so much that I don't want to tell you, it's just it's -- it's hard to describe. I don't know what's real, what isn't. I mean, my God, how do I live with another person's memories inside of me? Why do you want to revisit this? Why now?

Marlena: It isn't idle curiosity, if that's what you're thinking. But you know, today your son persuaded my daughter to run away with him, not that, that was so hard to do. She doesn't like being home anymore, doesn't like looking at her father.

Hope: I'm sorry.

Marlena: I want this to be over, and what Iím wondering is, is that what you want?

Lexie: I know why this situation is good for me. Maybe Shawn will teach his brother to say "I won't go" and the judge will decide to let Bo and Hope keep J.T., and they won't come after Isaac.

Rolf: That's very unlikely.

Lexie: What, you think Bo and Hope will want to keep their child and my child, too?

Rolf: No, no, no. You misunderstand. I mean the closest approximation of those words we can expect to get from J.T. is "goo goo goo." After all, how long do you think we can expect to keep him here?

Lexie: Well, then why did you let me get myself into this, Rolf?

Rolf: Into this very fortuitous situation? There is no need to thank me, Alexandra -- no need at all.

Shawn D.: Whoa, a dad.

Belle: You know what I meant, Shawn. You're going to be a great dad...

Belle and Shawn D.: Someday.

Shawn D.: Yeah.

Belle: Your kids are going to be as lucky as J.T.

Shawn D.: Well, I don't know how lucky he is right now. I mean, all this stuff is, like, going against him ever since he was born.

Belle: Yeah, but God gave him a lot of wonderful things. No other kid in this world has you for a brother.

Shawn D.: I just hope we get to -- we get to keep him.

Belle: We're going to do this, Shawn. We're going to get him to say those words, and that judge is going to see that the other family canít give J.T. what your family can. You're not going to lose him -- not after all this.

Shawn D.: You know, I keep dreaming of hearing him talk, and I know he's trying so hard to say my name. I just -- I know he is. If I never get to hear him say, "I love you, Shawn"...

Belle: I love you, Shawn... And so does J.T., and you're going to hear us both say that to you... Forever.

[Piano jazz music playing]

Jennifer: Wow, you -- you're tall.

Brandon: Is that a problem?

Jennifer: No. No, no, no, I have to strain a little bit to see your face. But I mean, not that I need to see your face, it's just -- not that I didn't realize you were tall before, but you know, when you dance with someone, you can really feel it. The person's height. I --

Brandon: There. How's that?

Jennifer: Well, actually, uh... It's a little scary, but it's interesting. I mean, I can definitely see your face now, so that's good.

Jennifer: [Giggles] Ooh, boy. Well, uh... Your arms must be getting a little tired right now.

Brandon: You know, I can hold you here as long as you want me to.

Jennifer: Okay.

Man: Your highness? Is that what I call you? Americans are just so bad at protocol. Am I supposed to bow or... kiss your hand?

Greta: You can kiss off. I'm sorry, Iím sorry. That was -- that was really, really rude. I was just -- I'm not in the mood. Sorry. Sorry. Hey, excuse me, bartender?

Man #2: Yes?

Greta: More champagne for everyone here.

Man #2: Okay.

Greta: This place is bleak.

Jack: Ba ba ba

Nicole: Classy hangout.

Jack: Especially now that you've arrived.

Nicole: Oh.

Jack: And I thought that I was a snob.

Nicole: Right. Privileged scion of Senator Harper Deveraux. Wait, I remember him. Major criminal, right?

Jack: I was an adopted scion, actually, not that my flesh and blood father was much more law-abiding. Actually, I would say that you and I have a lot in common. I've just learned to embrace my past.

Nicole: That's right. You're an ex-con, too.

Jack: I-Iíve come to realize that labels are so superficial and have no meaning as such, and, you know, I mean... The novelty of being rich wears off. Actually, being rich wears off. Money comes, money goes --

Nicole: Jack, do you ever shut up? Where's my drink?

Jack: I'm a reporter. I cut to the heart of the matter, and -- being that you have none -- I mean, heart, that is -- whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, come on. You know, I got a 7-year-old at home, and she knows that hitting is a no-no. Now, that's -- that's twice in two hours for you, missy.

Nicole: You want to make it three?

Jack: Oh!

Man: You never told me what you wanted in your boiled glass.

Nicole: I'll have a cosmopolitan.

Jack: Oh, no one ever said you are what you drink.

Man: We don't stock cranberry juice here. I can give you a kamikaze.

Jack: Ah, much more appropriate. See, with this one, it's style over substance. Maybe a little maraschino juice for color, throw it in a martini glass Ė

Nicole: Oh, no, no. Look, I'll just have a cold beer, for God's sake.

Jack: Ah, a glass for the vodka, a mug for the beer, and for the table -- a cheerful companion.

Nicole: What?

Jack: Old Russian toast.

Nicole: Look, a sterile bottle for the beer if you've got it. And who's cheerful?

Jack: A nice cold beer. That's what you wanted from the beginning, wasn't it? Why all this pretending to be something you're not? It really must weigh one down so.

Nicole: Who's pretending? With me, what you see is what you get.

Jack: Oh, really? Of course. Wealthy, successful, ill-educated, insecure, commensurately ill-mannered.

Nicole: You are an out-of-work reporter and a failed entrepreneur. I am the successful president of an international conglomerate.

Jack: And your point is?

Nicole: My point is, Jack, not only are you a jerk, but you are in no position to be lecturing me on how to get ahead.

Jack: Who was going to talk about getting ahead? I was prepared to hold forth on basic human decency, not that the two are unrelated. I mean, you can't talk to a friend like Greta that way. You can't talk to her that way and get away with it.

Brandon: Want me to dip?

Jennifer: What? Oh! I do now. Whoo!

Jennifer: I'm sorry.

Brandon: No, no, no. It's -- it's okay.

Jennifer: It's hard to really get lost in that moment when you see your friend about to cry.

Brandon: Yeah.

Shawn D.: I love you, too, Belle, and... thanks for knowing exactly what to say.

Belle: I'm not just saying it, Shawn. I mean it. I mean all of it. You know, this -- this could be my brother, too. It should have been.

Shawn D.: Hey, come on. I know you're going through a lot right now, too, so... I want to be here for you.

Belle: You know, when I first found out about my dad and your mom, I thought we weren't going to be able to look at each other again.

Shawn D.: How long did that last?

Belle: Till the next time I saw your face.

Shawn D.: Ha ha.

Belle: I wish that could work with my dad, but... I just don't know what to say to him.

Shawn D.: You know, this, uh... About this, you know, taking J.T. -- I know to us, it doesn't seem like kidnapping, but to cops, it might be a little different, you know, and that's not exactly the thing they look for on a college application.

Belle: Well, then, it's a good thing we mailed those out, isn't it?

Shawn D.: Yeah. But, Belle, I'm serious, too. If I have anything to do with wrecking your future --

Belle: Hey, I make my own decisions, okay?

Shawn D.: Okay.

Belle: And besides, your dad's a cop. Although he may not be very happy about this, he has to understand that we did this for the right reasons, and he's not going to let anything happen to us.

Shawn D.: He may not have that much control over it. You never even get detention, Belle.

Belle: There was that one time --

Shawn D.: Yeah, that one time, which I was also responsible for, and I remember -- he's not going to wake up. I remember you were crying...

Belle: I did not cry!

Shawn D.: And I felt so bad.

Belle: I did not cry.

Shawn D.: Belle, I don't even know what I was thinking here. J.T. and I -- we're fine, but there's no reason that you have to stay. Just have Lexie take you home, okay?

We will return for the second half of "Days of our Lives" in just a moment.

Hope: You need to let this go.

Marlena: We can't ignore this and just hope that it goes away.

Hope: Bo is the only man I have ever loved -- ever. John is a friend. You are a friend. I would love to be able to have both of you in our lives. But we can't keep doing this to each other.

Marlena: I asked a question.

Hope: And I answered it. End of subject. Please.

Lexie: Rolf, my brain hurts. Would you please just explain to me what you want me to do so I can figure out if it makes sense or not?

Rolf: Look, I work for you, Alexandra. I do what you tell me. So you mull that over while I go see to our young charges, hmm?

Lexie: Well, I --

Rolf: Oh, um... In an effort to cultivate trust among the concerned parties, I would like to allow a supervised phone call to their parents.

Lexie: Yeah, yeah, that's good. I mean, I really don't want them to worry, you know?

Rolf: No, no, no, no. Of course not.

Lexie: Maybe no one else trusts me, but Shawn and Belle -- well, they believe Iím on their side.

Rolf: And are you?

Belle: Are you trying to get rid of me?

Shawn D.: All right, you know I love having you here.

Belle: Good, because I'm not get-riddable, and I'm not going anywhere. I just wish I was more help with the baby.

Shawn D.: Are you kidding me?

Belle: You would think all that playing house would give me some experience, but I haven't been around real babies that much.

Shawn D.: I never was, either, but it's just like this natural instinct, and I know you have it, because you're such a nurturing person.

Belle: Nurturing?

Shawn D.: Yeah. It's a compliment. My mom is, your mom is --

Belle: Yeah, we should remember that when we're grounded for life.

Shawn D.: I-I don't care about how much trouble we get into. You know, our parents -- they want this to work out as much as we do.

Belle: You know, Mrs. Horton probably already told your parents what we were trying to do.

Shawn D.: It doesn't matter. They don't -- I'm sure they don't think we took my brother and just ran.

Belle: I hope someone fills my parents in on what's going on.

Shawn D.: Belle, look, I really think you should --

Belle: Hey, I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Shawn D.: We went for a few weeks this summer without talking to our parents. Granted, that wasn't by choice, but --

Rolf: Then why make that choice now?

Shawn D.: Are you saying we have to go home?

Rolf: No, no, no. On the contrary. I brought a present for you.

Jennifer: Greta. Are you okay? I-I'm sorry. That is such a stupid question. I mean, you don't have a place to live, and here --

Greta: No, no, no. It's not that.

Jennifer: What is it?

Greta: Jack.

Jennifer: You know what, Greta? I should have known that. Let me just tell you, I have been in this same place so many times, okay? And I will tell you that it is Jack. It is not you.

Greta: I shouldn't let him hurt me like that. It's not his fault that he's so selfish.

Jennifer: I think that we can all be selfish sometimes, and I know that I haven't been the nicest to you, and I hope that I haven't made you cry.

Greta: Oh, gosh, no, of course not. But I don't care about you the way I care about Jack. Oh, sorry. That didn't come out the way I wanted it to.

Jennifer: Don't worry. It's okay. It's all right.

Greta: You know, I just think that... sometimes I ask too much of him.

Jennifer: Greta, asking anything of Jack is asking too much, believe me. I have learned the hard way.

Greta: I mean, well, he has made it really, really clear, Jennifer, that he is not available.

Jennifer: Yeah, tell me about it. He should wear a banner across his chest that says "emotionally unavailable."

Greta: Yeah, well, we both know why, don't we?

Jennifer: We do, right? I mean, I don't know. I think I do. But you know Jack -- he's a really complicated guy, and...

Greta: Complicated, huh? So that's what we're calling it. I'm sorry. You know what? Jack doesn't -- doesn't want you to know that I know, but I guess now you know that I know.

Jennifer: Greta, I am not following you at all.

Greta: Good.

Jennifer: Listen, why don't, uh... Why don't you join me and Brandon? We're in the other room.

Greta: Oh ho ho, no. Dates and I don't mix -- not my dates, and certainly not yours.

Jennifer: Really? Well, you know what? We wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you.

Greta: You wouldn't?

Jennifer: No, we wouldn't. And, look, Brandon feels really bad about what happened at your apartment. So why don't you join us for a while, and we'll make sure that you get home okay?

Greta: Home. Ha ha. I don't have a home.

Nicole: What are you going to do, march me down to Greta's apartment and make me say "Iím sorry"? Oh, wait. Greta doesn't live there anymore.

Jack: Until the day after tomorrow, she does.

Nicole: And why is that? Because I'm a generous person, Jack. I give, she takes. My apartment, my boyfriend --

Jack: And then you take back. Again, my 7-year-old could teach you a thing or two about sharing.

Nicole: Greta and I did not share Eric, because he was only sleeping with me. But if you think that would have been a classier way to go --

Jack: I take back what I said earlier. You are not ill-mannered. You are without manners or class or kindness. I mean, to begrudge the incomparable princess the natural dignity that you will never have -- but to try to -- to just jerk away her apartment and her boyfriend, it's not going to give you what truly matters. Greta's had a hard life, but that has not hardened her. She believes in true love, and she'll have it one day, and I'll bet you she is glad that she didn't give herself to that ex, because if he was with you, then he was obviously not truly worth it.

Nicole: You already pointed out that it would be classless of me to deck you right here, so how about I just do this?

Jack: Aah!

Rolf: Why so solemn? This gift has no strings attached, merely a cord.

Belle: Oh, my gosh. I was just talking about calling my parents.

Rolf: Well, how serendipitous we are on the same wavelength.

Shawn D.: It can't be traced, can it? Okay, had to ask.

Belle: Thank you so much.

Shawn D.: Why don't you go first, Belle?

Belle: Are you sure?

Rolf: No, no, no. Only one call. We don't want to take needless chances.

Shawn D.: Well, you just got through telling me it can't be traced.

Rolf: You are teenagers. Conservatively, you spend 20% of your waking hours on the phone. This habit of mindless chatter and endless gossip leaves you ill-suited to conceal information. But if you'd prefer not to make the call --

Shawn D.: No, no. Go ahead, Belle.

Jack: Ha. That was an unusually coordinated effort on my part. Mmm. I usually tend to be a little more accident-prone.

Nicole: How do you define "accident"? I'm sure Iím not the first woman who's felt highly motivated to hurt you.

Jack: And how many men have you flung those well-manicured fists at?

Nicole: Men usually like me. And I usually like them, which means I get along with 50% more of the population than you do.

Jack: Excuse me. I have many friends -- men and women.

Nicole: Oh, right. I don't think you want to hear what my brother has to say on that subject.

Jack: Your brother? No, of course I want -- no, I don't want to hear. No, no, no. Uh, no, tell me, tell me. Lay it on me.

Man: Nicole Walker!

Nicole: Ciao, Jack.

Jack: Uh, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait! Ego aside, just one thing. If you could consider, um, doing this one kind thing for Greta. If you would please just give her one more day in the apartment.

Nicole: Why do you think I think you're here by yourself? It was quite clear to me when I left the apartment that Greta was disgusted with you, just like everyone else in your life. At least Iím not friends with her. So where do you get off telling me how to treat her? Maybe you need to tell her you're sorry.

Jack: Maybe I do. Put it on my tab!

Greta: [Groans]

Brandon: Are you okay? I'll get the waiter. I mean, maybe you should have something to eat.

Jennifer: Yeah, and I said that we'd make sure she'd get home.

Greta: Didn't I remind you, Jennifer, I don't have a home? [Sobbing]

Jennifer: Greta.

Greta: Thank you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I wouldn't be crying if you two weren't being so nice to me while I ruin your date. Oh... I guess you don't want this back now.

Brandon: I wish there was more I could do for you -- besides listen, I mean.

Greta: But that's the very best thing that you can do, is listen, you know? And you, Brandon, you're a good listener. I know that about you. I do, because that is your job. You help people. You help children. You're sensitive. You are. Isn't he sensitive, Jennifer?

Jennifer: Yes. Yes, he is, Greta.

Greta: Yes, and that makes you a prince among men, and I am a princess.

Brandon: Whatever you're upset about, it has more to do that just your apartment, doesn't it?

Greta: Um... You are so smart, you know? I knew that the first time I looked into those soft brown eyes of yours.

Brandon: We're talking about you, Greta.

Greta: Yeah. Yeah. You know, you don't -- you don't even have to ask questions about me, because you're intuitive. You are. You can look into the... You can look into these tear-stained eyes, know the windows to my damaged soul.

Brandon: You're not damaged, Greta, any more than any of us.

Greta: Yeah, then you tell me why -- why nobody wants me. Nobody want me -- not any man, not anybody.

Brandon: Greta, you -- you're being very hard on yourself. I know, for a fact, that you have a lot of friends. A lot of people care about you very much.

Jennifer: Greta, that's right. That's true.

Brandon: You know, there's such a thing as a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Greta: Right. So if I, uh, if I say Brandon's going to find me attractive, then he will.

Brandon: Ahem. Yeah.

Greta: Can I ask you a question? You live alone, right? Do you ever get lonely?

Brandon: Yes, I do. Yes.

Greta: Yeah.

Brandon: But I -- I'm very happy with my lifestyle, Greta. I'm not really a roommate kind of guy.

Greta: You know, I always told myself that -- that I wasn't going to -- I wasn't going to move until I got married, you know? Because, sure -- sure, I could go buy myself a lonely mansion somewhere, but I don't want to live in a lonely mansion.

Brandon: It's your life, Greta. What do you want to do?

Greta: Well, I want to knock your sister's lights out, that's what I want to do. But I guess that wouldn't help anything.

Jennifer: Greta, I want you to move in with me.

[Telephone rings]

Marlena: Hello?

Belle: Mom?

Marlena: Belle, honey, are you all right?

Belle: I'm fine.

Marlena: She's fine. Sweetheart, where are you? Is Shawn with you?

Hope: And what about J.T.?

Marlena: And what about J.T.?

Belle: We're all here. We're all fine. I can only make one phone call, so can you tell Shawn's mom and dad that Ė

Marlena: Honey, honey, she's right here with me right now, so I'll put her on, and then she can talk to Shawn, but I want to talk to you afterwards, all right?

Belle: Okay. I-I love you, Mom.

Marlena: I love you so much, sweetheart.

Belle: Your mom.

Shawn D.: Mom?

Hope: Shawn?

Shawn D.: Please don't be mad.

Hope: Oh, sweetie, I love you so much. I love what you're trying to do, but, my God, you've got to come home now.

Shawn D.: Mom, we're going to be home just as soon as I can teach him to say, "I won't go."

Hope: Honey, I can't have both of my babies away from me right now.

Shawn D.: Mom, you don't have to worry, okay? We have food to eat, a place to stay, everything we're going to need. I'll just -- Iíll be home in a little while, all right? I promise.

Hope: Shawn, listen to me. The police are after you, honey.

Shawn D.: Mom, they're not going to find us, okay? We're --

Hope: Shawn? Shawn?

Marlena: What? What is it? What happened?

Hope: We got cut off. Oh, please call back, call back.

Nicole: No, Jack, get away, get away!

Jack: Have you ever tried helping someone?

Nicole: Did you?

Jack: It took me a long time to see the value in -- in putting others first. It took me a wife, a daughter, and Greta to teach me. And it -- it is amazing how much better you feel. Not that, that should be the primary motivation, of course, but it does have a really lovely little benefit.

Nicole: If you want to help Greta, then help her. Leave me out of it.

Jack: May you have a lifetime of bad car karma!

Greta: No, no, no, no, no, no. Jack does not want me moving in with you.

Jennifer: Greta, don't be silly. It was Jack's idea in the first place, remember?

Greta: If I remember correctly, Jack definitely said to me --

Jennifer: No, listen to me. He's your friend. He wants what's best for you, Greta.

Greta: Jack is mean to me, and he's selfish.

Jennifer: All right, well, maybe he wants to make it up to you.

Greta: Well, I am going to go to the ladies' room first.

Greta: Excuse me. Thank you.

Jennifer: Okay. Well, I-I guess that was a yes.

Brandon: Poor thing.

Jennifer: Yeah. No kidding, to fall for Jack that way.

Brandon: I meant the girl's a pawn. I mean, you're going to pick her vulnerable moment and break down her defenses and try to get to the bottom of this secret that you say she and Jack are keeping.

Jennifer: You know what, Brandon? She's right. You are very intuitive. But you know what? She needs a place to live. I don't see you offering.

Brandon: Well, did you want me to?

Jennifer: Well, no, but, I mean, do you -- look at how much she's hurting. And the thing is, it's only going to get worse, okay? Whatever this thing is, it involves me, too. And I am so sick and tired of playing these games, but Jack is leaving me no other choices.

Brandon: I don't always play by the rules, either. Just... So long as it's for the greater good, you know?

Jennifer: Yeah. Your eyes are -- they're just -- they're just so amazing.

Brandon: Well, just for the record, these eyes are only interested in looking at one woman tonight.

Hope: Shawn's cell battery must've gone dead. He said they had food and shelter, that they're okay. Shawn would never let anything happen to J.T. or Belle. You have to know that.

Marlena: We don't know where they are. We don't know when they're coming home. But I do feel better than I felt five minutes ago.

Hope: Why don't we give our husbands a call and let them know at least that we heard from the kids?

Marlena: Good idea.

Shawn D.: I wasn't going to tell my mom where we were.

Rolf: Well, you were hinting.

Shawn D.: I didn't say anything.

Rolf: It's pointless to debate it now. Mission accomplished, yes? Good night.

Belle: And he doesn't trust us?

[Air lock turns on]

Belle: Shawn, we're locked in here. Why would he do this?

Rolf: It will be open in the morning. Sleep tight.

Belle: He was listening to us. What if there are hidden cameras in here or something, Shawn? This is too creepy.

Shawn D.: I-I'm sorry. Just relax, okay?

Belle: At least I didn't leave you here alone.

Shawn D.: Hey, look who's up. Look who's up. Come here, J.T.

Belle: He was taking his socks off.

Shawn D.: Were you hot? Come here, come here, give me a kiss.

Belle: Well, I guess it's worth it. Anything for the baby.

Shawn D.: It could be worse.

Belle: Oh, it could totally be worse. But I'm not worried, you know? At least we're here together.

Shawn D.: That's right.

Belle: We're going to be okay.

Shawn D.: That's absolutely right.

Rolf: Do you have my next orders?

Lexie: Would you please just tell me what you want them to be?

Rolf: Well, you still have something to prove to John and Marlena, to Bo and Hope. You don't need them as enemies.

Lexie: Well, it's a little late for that, Rolf. I mean, I'm sure they'll be extra thrilled to know that Iím hiding their children here against their wishes.

Rolf: On the contrary. You are rescuing the children. And wouldn't it be wonderful if you were the one to find them?

Lexie: You mean give them up?

Rolf: Tomorrow, you can be hero for a day.

Lexie: No. If Bo and Hope try to take my child away from me, they'll still be my enemies.

Rolf: Yes, but they don't have to know that.

Lexie: You're right. You're right. Ah, you're a genius!

Rolf: You are only now arriving at this conclusion?

Lexie: Well, Rolf, I'm sure you'll have plenty more opportunities to prove your worth to me. After all this bad news, it seems like a sign that fate brought those children here tonight. Maybe things are finally going to go my way.

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