Days Transcript Wednesday 4/24/02


Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 4/24/02

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Roman: These are the charges against your son.

Victor: There are witnesses, I assume.

Roman: Yes, there are. Philip busted up private property. He endangered the lives of customers at .Com. Flying glass is not a joke.

Philip: No one was hurt.

Roman: Follow the usual procedure. Cuff him.

Philip: I'm not going anywhere.

Roman: No, you're not.

Philip: Dad... Dad, you're bailing me out, right?

Victor: Wrong. As far as I'm concerned, you're exactly where you belong -- in jail.

Belle: [Sighs] Why don't you trust me, Shawn? I've never lied to you. I wouldn't.

Shawn-D: I can't believe something just because I want to. It has to be true. And the truth is... that a baby is dead because of you. And I don't know how the hell I am going to live with that.

[Knock on door]

Mimi: Oh, my God, Philip was naked. You should have been there. His head did a 180. She whacked him so hard. He is so toast! And -- and glass was everywhere. Whoa, the cops came.

Belle: What are you talking about?

Mimi: Philip. He's in jail, and everyone knows. Not just the kids at school -- everyone.

Belle: About the video of Philip with Cynthia.

Mimi: You heard. Someone got here before me.

Belle: No, Mimi. I saw it.

Mimi: You saw it?

Belle: It was awful. The entire time I was watching Philip with Cynthia, all I could see was Shawn... with Jan.

Shawn-D: Well, it doesn't look like anybody's home.

Jan: Maybe you shouldn't have brought me here, Shawn.

Shawn-D: Oh, will you stop?

Jan: My Mom will be back from Europe in a few days.

Shawn-D: A few days is too long. Don't want you to be alone.

Jan: I don't want you to do anything unless you want to, Shawn.

Shawn-D: Look, you just lost your baby, and I want to take care of you. Okay?

Jan: Why?

Shawn-D: 'Cause you're my friend. Now would you please sit?

Jan: Thanks. It feels good to be back.

Shawn-D: Are you hungry?

Jan: Um, thirsty.

Shawn-D: Okay. I'll go get you some juice, and I'll see what else we have. I'll be back.

Jan: [Thinking] We're going to be much more than friends, Shawn. One day, you'll look at me the way you used to look at Belle. All I have to do is keep reminding you what she did to me and my poor, dead baby.

John: "Both Mrs. Brady and Mr. Black initially believed him to be the father of the child she was raising -- John Thomas Brady -- a fact that she kept from her own husband, Salem Police Officer Bo Brady. It has recently come to light that Mr. Black is not, in fact, the father of Mrs. Brady's baby, and Mrs. Brady has been forced to admit that she has no idea who the father might be." Where the hell did they get this garbage?

Hope: You. You did this to me?

Lexie: Did you think it was going to be easy to take my child away from me, that I'd be afraid to fight for what's mine? Well, think again. You, too, Bo, and you, and you, because I'm telling all of you right now, I will fight to the death for Isaac. I don't give a damn about the court or any of you, no matter what it takes. And I'm going to win.

Mimi: You mean it was, like, group sex -- Jan and Shawn with Cynthia and Philip?

Belle: Eww, Mimi. No.

Mimi: You just said you saw Jan and Shawn on that video!

Belle: In my mind. It was like seeing how Shawn must have wanted Jan when he -- anyway,  that's not how it was for Chloe. She was really seeing Philip with Cynthia on that horrible, disgusting surveillance video. I can't even imagine what she's going through.

Mimi: Hey, what about what you've gone through? I mean, just because Jan and Shawn aren't on some video... I honestly don't know how you're handling all this the way you are.

Belle: It's because I have friends like you.

Mimi: I'd be scratching Jan's eyes out if she ever even looked at Kevin, but you... you never have a bad word to say about that evil little tramp.

Belle: She's been punished enough.

Mimi: Yeah? If she were tarred and feathered and run out of town, that wouldn't be enough.

Belle: No, Mimi, you don't understand. I have hurt Jan in the worst way -- the worst possible way.

Shawn-D: What are you doing?

Jan: I can't stay here, Shawn.

Shawn-D: But we've talked about this.

Jan: Look, it was one thing for me to stay here when I was pregnant, but it's just too much to ask now.

Shawn-D: No, it isn't.

Jan: What about you and Belle? I mean, having me stay here isn't going to help the two of you get back together. It'll probably make things worse. Admit it, Shawn -- you want to be with her. You'd give anything to have her by your side right now.

Shawn-D: I don't know. Right now I... I...can't get past what she did. Being in this room must really bring back what happened, though, huh?

Shawn-D: I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to upset you.

Jan: No. You've been great, Shawn, right from the start. You've helped me to face what happened, what really happened.

Shawn-D: What is it?

Jan: I was... remembering... how right before I fell, she was just... she was so angry, just yelling, and she just came towards me. I-I'm sure she didn't mean to knock me down or make me lose the baby --

Shawn-D: Then it was an accident.

Jan: Yeah.

Shawn-D: Thank God! I knew Belle could never do this to you on purpose.

Bo: Are you responsible for this garbage, or what?

Lexie: You've already got it figured out, Bo. Guilty until proven innocent, right?

Abe: They're only trying to get to the truth, Lex.

Lexie: Isaac is my life, my heart. Did you really think that I would let his name be dragged through a tabloid, that I would trash him like that? Could you do that?

Hope: Never.

Lexie: Then how could you believe that I would?

John: You're throwing up a smoke screen, Lexie, so maybe no one will notice that you haven't actually said what we wanted to hear. Did you or did you not give this story to the "Intruder"?

Lexie: If you're so convinced I'm guilty, John, prove it. Go ahead. I dare you.

Philip: Dad, you can't let them lock me up!

Victor: Can and will.

Philip: I can explain what happened.

Roman: This isn't the first time you've been hauled in for causing trouble at .Com. You got a real problem with anger management, Philip.

Philip: Could I speak with my Dad alone?

Roman: Look, officer, you need to go out and file your report.

Philip: Please, can I speak with my Dad?

Roman: It's up to him.

Philip: Look, Dad, I lost it. I freaked out. I don't know what happens to me sometimes.

Victor: I do. Her name is Chloe Lane. Every time you take a nose dive, she's behind it.

Philip: You can't blame her for this. I acted like a jerk, okay? And now I'm paying for it.

Victor: Is Chloe Lane really worth doing jail time for?

Philip: What are you saying?

Victor: If you want to walk out that door with me, you have to give me your word you'll never have anything to do with that girl again.

[Rewinding tape]

[Telephone rings]

Chloe: What? Oh. Uh, from Julliard. Hi. Uh, I'm so sorry. I thought it was someone else. Yes, I was expecting to hear from -- right. The master class audition... on campus. Yeah, I-I have the address. Um, yeah. Near Lincoln Center. Right. Um, do I need to bring an accompanist? Okay, that makes it easier. Okay, a foreign aria and a recitative. No problem. Yes, I know. Thanks. Yeah, I am a great admirer of Miss Maron's work. Yeah, and I'm honored to be able to sing for her. Yes, thank you. Um... yeah, thanks for calling.

Chloe: Less than a month away -- the biggest audition of my life. How am I ever going to be able to pull it off? Oh, I have to get better. I have to.

Bo: You know we can't prove you leaked this story. These rags never reveal their sources.

Lexie: Well, guess you'll always have to wonder, then. But what the hell? What does it matter? We're finished. I don't want anything to do with the three of you again.

John: You can't hide behind that righteous indignation forever. I know you're guilty, and soon, all of Salem's going to find out.

Lexie: I have to get home to be with my son. Are you coming, Abe?

Abe: Yeah. I guess we've all had enough here.

Hope: Lex... you're right. You're right. I don't want Glen to have J.T. and I do want Isaac. I know it doesn't seem fair or logical, but I've loved J.T. since the day he was born, and I've loved Isaac -- because he was yours. And I loved you and trusted you, even when everyone told me I was being blinded.

Lexie: Well... looks like they've all won, huh?

Hope: I wish to God we could have walked out of that hospital holding the babies we were meant to have.

Lexie: We did.

Hope: No! We did not. Isaac is my biological son... and I'm going to get him back and love him and raise him as mine.

Lexie: No. No. Never! Never!

Hope: Lex, we have got to find a way -- we're going to find a way to deal with this loss and the pain, and we got to go on with our lives, but so help me God, if I do find out that it's true that you gave this damn information to the "Intruder" and deliberately set out to hurt me and hurt my family, so help me God, you won't have to worry about John coming after you again because this time it'll be me, and when I'm finished with you, there won't be enough left for anyone to come after.

Hope: Abe, I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you.

Abe: Yeah, I know. Give me some time with her.

John: She's lying. I'm going to prove it.

Abe: Lexie. Lexie, wait.

Lexie: Oh! For a minute, I thought you were going to stay with them. Seems to me all you wanted was to hear me say I was guilty.

Abe: I just want to get to the truth.

Lexie: F-First John, now you? You'd think my own husband would --

Abe: You know what? We'll discuss this at the house.

Lexie: Is that an order?

Abe: You take it any way you want, just be there. I have to stop by the station. I'll be there in a half an hour.

Hope: This is even worse than I thought.

John: Is there anything I can do?

Bo: Yeah -- you can leave us alone. We could use some time.

John: Sure.

Bo: Let's go home.

Hope: We spent years building our life, our family. And why? It took only a bunch of ugly words and pictures to destroy everything -- everything, just in one day, Bo.

Bo: Hope, stop. No. Well, yes, we could be hurt, but destroyed? Never. Do you hear me? Never.

Belle: Shawn's going to lose his little brother, and now he's lost his baby.

Mimi: And it's your fault? I don't think so. Jan made a lunge for you and fell.

Belle: I never should have left her there, Mimi. Maybe if I had called a doctor, the baby would still be alive.

Mimi: It was an accident! Will you stop blaming yourself?

[Door opens]

John: What's going on?

Belle: Dad, I am so glad you're home.

John: It's going to be all right, sweetheart. It's going to be all right.

Mimi: Um, I'll check in later with you, Belle.

Belle: Okay.

John: Goodbye, Mimi.

Jan: I -- I don't think Belle meant for it to happen. I mean, she just -- she lost it. You know how it is when you get mad. I mean, things happen.

Shawn-D: But you said she didn't mean to hurt you.

Jan: I-I'm sure she didn't, but... I've never seen her like that before. Nothing I said made it any better. And...I was lying on the floor. I had this terrible pain, and I wanted to ask her for help, but she was just -- she was screaming. I'm sorry.

Shawn-D: Don't -- don't be.

Jan: I never meant for this to come between you and Belle.

Shawn-D: Hey, I know that.

Jan: Have you talked to her about what happened?

Shawn-D: I went to see her before I took you home from the hospital. It ended in a fight.

Jan: That doesn't mean it's over for the two of you... does it?

Hope: I just don't want you or Shawn to suffer anymore because of me, Brady.

Bo: Suffer because of you? Hey, we couldn't go on without you. You give us our strength. Don't you know that?

Hope: In a perfect world I'd be able to tell our children that you were the only man I ever loved, or have been with. But in this world, I'd at least like to be able to tell our children that I wasn't the tramp that these people are making me out to be, Brady. I need to know who fathered my children -- both of them. My boys deserve that much, and they're going to get it.

Bo: What are you saying

Hope: What I'm saying is that I have to remember who the father of my baby is. I have to...and I will.

Bo: Yeah, you will.

Philip: Sorry, Dad. No deal.

Victor: You'd rather do time behind bars.

Philip: At this point, I don't give a damn.

Victor: That girl has been nothing but a jinx from the day you met her. Don't you realize how serious this is?

Philip: After today, my chances of getting anywhere near Chloe are slim to none. That's my fault, not hers.

Victor: So it's over between the two of you?

Philip: It'll never be over as far as I'm concerned, and Chloe's too important to me to use her in some kind of barter to win your approval or my freedom, no.

Victor: You're serious about this.

Philip: Yes.

Victor: Well, so am I.

Philip: Hey, you're really not going to post bail?

Victor: You're not a child anymore, Philip. It's time I stopped picking up after you.

Philip: Dad.

Roman: All right, these are the charges against Philip Kiriakis. Read them over. Then we can draw up the formal complaint that you can sign.

Woman: That kid's got some temper.

Roman: Yeah, well, unfortunately, he's going to learn to control it the hard way.

Woman: Yeah.

Roman: Did you and Philip get everything squared away?

Victor: In a manner of speaking.

Victor: Before you press charges against my son, there are three things you should know about me. I'm rich, I'm powerful, and I always get what I want.

Chloe: [Sighs] Don't panic, Chloe. You will feel better and stronger soon. You just need to close your eyes and rest. [Doorbell rings]

Chloe: Great.

Mimi: Took you long enough.

Chloe: Let me guess -- you're here because you've talked to everyone else who has ears about the big show at .Com, and now you're looking for new material.

Mimi: Get over yourself, Madame Butterfly. If anybody has new material, it's Philip. He's the one behind bars.

Chloe: What are you talking about?

Mimi: The cliff notes version -- he smashed a window. Amazing, actually. It was like watching "90210." Don't tell me you never watch the reruns. Luke Perry always getting in trouble because of his inner wounds and the drinking thing. Not that Philip drinks, but --

Chloe: Goodbye, Mimi.

Mimi: Oh, no, you don't.

Chloe: I want to be alone.

Mimi: And you will be a lot, I'm sure, but right now, I have something to say.

Chloe: Well, then say it. I'm busy.

Mimi: I know you don't like me, Chloe. I'm not nuts about you, either, in case you haven't noticed, but Belle needs us. She's in trouble, and we're the only ones who can get her out of it.

Shawn-D: The fight with Belle -- it felt like it was...

Jan: The end?

Shawn-D: I hope not. I still care about her. Even through everything that has happened, I have never stopped loving her.

Jan: [Groans] Ow.

Shawn-D: What is it?

Jan: Oh, a cramp... really bad.

Shawn-D: Okay, well, uh, why don't we get you up in bed so you can lay down and rest?

Jan: Okay.

Shawn-D: All right?

Jan: I don't know what I'd do without you.

Shawn-D: Dad. Mom.

Bo: I'm glad you're here.

Jan: I'm okay.

Shawn-D: Okay. Okay, it looks like something's really wrong.

Hope: No -- honey, we'll talk later. I need to put J.T. down for a nap.

Bo: Okay.

Hope: Come on, big guy.

Shawn-D: What's going on?

Bo: This.

Shawn-D: "Who's the daddy?"

Jan: What?

Bo: You're mentioned in it, too -- not by name, but it's bad enough.

Shawn-D: "Adulterous affair -- who's the daddy? Like mother, like son."

Jan: Oh, my God.

Shawn-D: "Hope Brady's teenage son has reportedly moved his girlfriend into their house of shame, but only after impregnating the girl" -- that's a damn lie! Everything about me and Jan is a lie.

Hope: Isaac, my baby. Oh, God. What made me think of John? I don't understand. DNA proved John... isn't Isaac's father. Isaac, help me. You have to remember daddy. Who's your daddy, Isaac? Who?

Bo: We're all upset about this. We just need to find a way to deal with it.

Shawn-D: But it's not true.

Jan: I'll say it's not. The truth -- it's much more complicated than that. I mean, why can't they print how people make mistakes, and then they have to struggle to live with them? It's not right to print that kind of thing when all anyone needs is privacy -- a chance to heal. Some things are meant to be kept a secret.

Shawn-D: I can't let what I did be part of the reason that we lose J.T. I have to make it right, no matter what.

Bo: Shawn, this newspaper article is not the reason we're losing J.T.

Shawn-D: Dad, what are you talking about? It makes our family look terrible.

Bo: The judge's decision was already made. She didn't know anything about the baby you two were having. You are not responsible for what's happening with J.T.

Shawn-D: How -- how could they do this to Mom? Can we do something, make them print a retraction?

Bo: Nah, these people make a fortune out of writing that garbage. They're not going to take it back. We go after them, they'll just make a headline out of that.

Shawn-D: So we do nothing.

Bo: For now, yeah.

Jan: I'm going to go lie down.

Shawn-D: Okay, I'll go with you.

Bo: No, you know what? Shawn will be up in a second.

Shawn-D: Is there something else I should know?

Bo: That's what I was about to ask you. You were already upset when we walked in here. What's going on?

Shawn-D: What do you do when someone you love does something that you can never forget or forgive?

Belle: And when I tried to explain, it was like he hated me.

John: Sweetheart.

Belle: How could Shawn think that I would do something like that -- push someone down?

John: Oh, I think he's striking out. He's -- he's just trying to make some sense out of what's happened to him. He's angry, he's confused -- you know, and I'd like to wring his neck for the way he's treating you, too.

Belle: You know, I thought it couldn't get any worse when I found out that Shawn had slept with Jan, and then they we having a baby, and now the baby is dead, Dad, and Shawn blames me.

Belle: Oh, my God, Dad. What is this?

Lexie: His half-hour's up.

Abe: I'm here, Lexie.

Lexie: Don't scare me like that, Abe.

Abe: You have some explaining to do.

Lexie: Can we skip the third degree? I'm not a criminal.

Abe: No. You're my wife, and I love you, and when I promised we'd be together forever, I meant it.

Lexie: Do you still?

Abe: Yes. But if I find out you had anything to do with this trash, you're not the woman I married. That person couldn't do anything this cruel to people we care about. So tell me you didn't do this to Bo and Hope. Tell me you couldn't.

Lexie: Of course I didn't do it, Abe. How could you accuse me of something so loathsome and mean?

Abe: Don't start attacking me, Lexie.

Lexie: I'm defending myself. Is that all right? God. It's one thing being trashed by the likes of John Black. Even Bo and Hope -- at least I can understand their motive. They want Isaac. But you? You're my husband, the man who promised to love me forever. Aren't you going to say something?

Abe: There's only one thing I can say. I don't believe you -- not a word.

Hope: Who? Who?

Hope: What are you doing here?

John: I want to put the memory chip back in so you can remember.

Hope: Bo won't let you.

John: Bo's not here. [Thud] [Footsteps]

Hope: Tell me who you are.

Hope: The DNA test proved that you can't be Isaac's father.

Hope: No, please, don't go. Don't go. Please don't go. Who are you? Oh, please, stay. Tell me who you are. Tell me. Who are you? No, please, don't go.

Abe: I've had a lot of time alone to think lately. You and I have been getting further and further apart. We should be working together. A marriage can only take so much.

Lexie: What -- what are you saying, Abe?

Abe: I met with Cameron Reese today.

Lexie: Really? Why? You threw her out the last time she was here.

Abe: Well, for one thing, I wanted to find out if she was the one who was giving this story to the "Intruder," and if she didn't, who did?

Lexie: And?

Abe: She swears she didn't, but she seems to think whoever did went a long way toward helping us keep custody of Isaac.

Lexie: Well, I won't pretend I'm sorry to hear that, Abe. Keeping Isaac's all I want.

Abe: Well, it's all I want, too, but I will not sell out our friends or betray what I know is right to trick the court into giving us custody, and if you did -- if you stood there and you lied to me -- I'll find out, and God help you, 'cause no one else will be able to.

Shawn-D: No matter how mad Belle is at me, she has no right to take it out on Jan.

Bo: I've known Belle all her life. I can't imagine her reacting violently to anything.

Shawn-D: Tell me about it. Neither could I, until now.

Bo: Why are you so quick to believe Jan over Belle? I mean, you weren't here. You don't know what happened.

Shawn-D: I could see the guilt in her eyes.

Bo: It's time to be honest with yourself. The only guilt you saw was your own -- treating her the way you did. You obviously still love her.

Shawn-D: Can we not do this now?

Bo: You can't run from it.

Shawn-D: We can't run from this, Dad, can we? Damn lies.

Jan: [Thinking] Why doesn't that man mind his own business? Oh, but don't worry, Shawn. I won't let him or anyone stand between us.

Roman: What do you mean, you're not pressing charges? What the hell made you change your mind?

Woman: I had time to cool off. Bye, captain, and thanks.

Roman: All right, Victor, how'd you make those charges go away? What'd you do -- threaten to buy .Com out from under her?

Victor: I beg your pardon?

Roman: Release him, officer. Take the cuffs off.

Philip: The manager didn't press charges?

Roman: As if you didn't know. Victor, this could come back to haunt you, you know.

Philip: I didn't ask you to do that.

Victor: Do what?

Philip: Thanks.

Victor: Now that you're an adult, Philip, there's something that you should know. You never get nothin' for nothin'.

Philip: Now, if this is about Chloe, I already told you --

Victor: It's about you. After graduation and for the rest of the summer, you're going to be paying for the damages you caused over at .Com -- washing dishes, sweeping floors, cleaning out the gents', whatever else they want you to do over there.

Philip: You got to be kidding me.

Victor: It's that or go to jail -- your choice.

John: Oh, look, honey, you don't need to see this right now.

Belle: I can't believe this.

John: We're going to find out who gave that information to the magazine. I promise you that.

Belle: Just when I try to believe again in people, in love, it turns out to be a lie, a joke -- a huge, sick joke.

Hope: Wait, please. Please, I have to know. Are you the father of my baby? Please.

Hope: You.

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