Days Transcript Friday 5/3/02


 Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 5/3/02

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Jennifer: Your grandma is going to be so proud of you.

Abby: Wait till she hears.

Jennifer: Well, you know what? She is right over there, talking to a candy striper.

Abby: Really? Can I go tell her now?

Jennifer: Yeah, why not?

Abby: You'll wait for me.

Jennifer: No, I'm going to leave without you. I'm kidding. I would never go anywhere without you. I love you. This is turning out to be a very special day, isn't it?

Abby: Be right back.

Jennifer: Okay.

Brandon: Special day, huh?

Jennifer: Brandon, hi.

Brandon: Well, I'm hoping it'll turn into a very special night, too.

Jack: I've missed this place.

Jack: Harold. Just the man I was looking for.

Harold: Really. So now that you know my last name is Wentworth, suddenly I've become more interesting, have I?

Jack: Only because you know my work, Harold. You remember when we first met. You went on and on about my journalistic prowess -- raved about it, in fact. Now, I understand if your father doesn't trust me as editor-in-chief of this illustrious "Spectator," but surely you can convince him to take me on as a reporter here, at least.

Harold: Sorry, Jack, once my Dad makes up his mind, there's no changing it.

Jack: I'm sure you could try.

Harold: Jack, it wouldn't matter if your middle name was "Pulitzer." You don't have a prayer of ever working here.

Kate: Oh... who taught you how to run, huh?

Lucas: Let's not forget, okay? I'm the one who just got out of a coma. It's hard enough for me to walk, let alone run -- chasing Sami all over the darkened hallways at Titan.

Kate: Listen, no more excuses, okay? You know how important getting that tape is to our future.

Lucas: Yeah, and so does Sami. When she feels threatened, she's like a wild animal.

Kate: Get her!

Sami: No!

Kate: Get her!

Lucas: Face it, Mom, Sami's got the tape. There's not a damn thing we can do about it.

Kate: Oh, come on, this isn't over yet. [Footsteps]

Lucas: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'll bet that's her.

Kate: What good ears you have.

Lucas: If I know Sami, she's going to listen to the tape and then destroy it.

Kate: Okay, so this is our last chance, but we have to act fast. This is it. It's now or never.

Sami: I did it. I never have to feel threatened by Kate and Lucas ever again. Now Austin is the only other person who knows that I lied about Lucas hitting Will. I wonder how much more of my confession is on this tape. [Knock on door]

Sami: What are they doing here?

Lexie: Eliana, hurry up! Bring Isaac down. We have to leave now.

Abe: Oh, good. You're packed. Where's Isaac?

Lexie: He's upstairs with Eliana. Actually, um, he's not ready to leave yet. Um, neither am I.

Abe: Why not? What's the delay?

Rolf: The only way to keep Isaac is to call your father and seek his help.

Lexie: Hmm. Okay. Okay, I'll do it. Anything to keep my baby.

Rolf: Then get ready. There isn't a moment to lose.

Abe: Lexie? What's wrong?

Lexie: Nothing. Really, I-I just, uh, need to get away from here.

Abe: Well, good, let's quit stalling. Come on, let's get our son and go home, huh? Now.

Hope: The dream -- it's coming back to me, Bo.

Bo: That's great. That's great. You know what? Let's go downstairs, you can tell me all about it.

Hope: No, I want to stay here in J.T.'s room. No, Bo, please, I don't want to leave! This is the only place I feel close to our baby. Please.

Bo: J.T. will always be in your heart... and Shawn�s and mine, too. But being in this room -- his room -- it's just too painful right now.

Hope: I want that pain. If I don't feel that, it's like I've let go. I don't want to let go.

Bo: I understand. There's another little boy out there who belongs to you, who needs you. Let's focus on him, bringing him into our home, making sure no one takes him away from us. Okay? So come on downstairs with me.

Hope: Don't you ever leave me, Brady.

Bo: Never. I'm right here. And Isaac will be here soon... I promise.

Abe: Well, if you won't go upstairs to get our son, I will.

Lexie: No, no. Uh, wait. Can't you just trust me? Hmm? I know -- I know I've lied to you, but that's in the past. And now I'm trying to do what's right and what's best for Isaac -- for all of us. Honey, please, you have to believe that. Hmm?

Abe: I'm fine. I'll help you with the packing.

Lexie: Listen, I have a better idea. While I'm finishing up here, why don't you load these in the car, take them home, start to unpack, and I'll meet you there. How's that?

Abe: Okay.

Lexie: No, no, not that one.

Abe: Why not?

Lexie: Well, Isaac's diapers are in there. I may need to change them before we head out. I'll take it. I'll see you at home soon, okay?

Abe: Yeah. All right. I will see you there.

Lexie: Honey, honey, I-I can't tell you how much it warms my heart knowing that we're going to be at home in our own little place, all cozy. Love you.

Abe: Love you.

Lexie: Let me get that.

Abe: Thank you. All right, now, hurry up, huh?

Rolf: Well done, Alexandra. Letting Abraham take the luggage was perfect.

Lexie: Do you think that one day he'll be able to forgive me?

Rolf: Right now there is only one member of your family you can trust.

Lexie: I know. My Father.

Rolf: Mm. He will protect you and make certain you'll retain custody of your son. You must go to him before it's too late.

Jack: Yes, I know that your father's fed up with me right now, and for good reason, but the other night on the pier, Harold, you said you understood why I did what I did, not that you think it was in any way, shape, or form good or right, of course. It was never my intention to hurt or humiliate anyone. In fact, that's the last thing that I ever wanted.

Harold: Right. You've already explained that, Jack.

Jack: It was all for the love of Jennifer. You, Harold -- you are compassionate and empathetic, because that's the kind of man you are.

Harold: You really know how to suck up, don't you?

Jack: Journalism is in my blood, Harold. It's in my blood. Now, obviously, your father puts a lot of stock in your opinion, so if you could just try -- [Cellular phone rings]

Harold: Jack, excuse me.


Harold: Harold here. Dad. Actually, I was just talking about you.

Jack: Yes.

Harold: Uh, no. With Jack, as in Deveraux.

Oliver: [Yelling]

Jennifer: So what could make tonight so special?

Brandon: If you and I had dinner together, just the two of us.

Jennifer: I think it sounds great, if I can get a babysitter.

Abby: Babysitter for what?

Jennifer: Uh, you know, sweetie, Brandon and I we thinking about going out tonight for a little while.

Brandon: How you doing, Abby?

Abby: Okay, I guess.

Jennifer: Hey, why don't you tell Brandon why it's such a special day?

Abby: My news or yours?

Brandon: Yours? Wait, does this have anything to do with your big meeting?

Jennifer: Partly, yes. And tell him why I'm feeling so confident.

Abby: Because she got a sign that everything is going to be okay.

Brandon: Oh, yeah? What kind of sign?

Abby: Show him, Mommy.

Jennifer: Well, okay. On my way into the hospital, I found a brand-new shiny penny, heads up, on the sidewalk. Ha ha.

Brandon: Well, that definitely means good luck. Can I borrow it?

Jennifer: I don't know.

Abby: Why do you want Mommy's penny?

Brandon: Well, there's something I want to do with it. And the good luck will still be your mom's. Here, sit down here.

Abby: Okay, you can let him have it.

Jennifer: You think? Okay.

Brandon: All right.

Jennifer: Okay, we'll -- we'll let you. We'll let you borrow it.

Brandon: Thanks, Abby. Thank you.

Abby: So, who is going to babysit me tonight?

Jennifer: Well, I was thinking about Great-grandma. I mean, I haven't asked her yet, but --

Abby: Then how do you know it's okay with her?

Brandon: Well, if it isn't, then you can have dinner with us. How does that sound?

Abby: Fine, if Mommy doesn't mind.

Jennifer: No, baby, of course not.

Brandon: You know, you've got a great mom. You know that, don't you?

Abby: Yeah, but what about my Daddy? What do you think of him?

Sami: Liz.

Liz: Hey, we're back.

Sami: Will, I thought you were going to spend the afternoon playing with Jessica.

Liz: He was, but he just wanted to come home, so we thought we'd see if you were here.

Sami: Honey, did you want to spend time with Mommy?

Will: Yeah.

Sami: Well, that's good, because, you know, my favorite thing in the world is to be with you. Get in here.

Liz: Here's his backpack. Careful. It's still un-zipped.

Sami: Oh. Well, thank you very much for looking out for him.

Liz: Anytime, anytime.

Sami: And I'll call you tomorrow and we can find a time for Jessica to come over here and spend time with Will.

Liz: Okay, good. Sounds good. I'll see you soon.

Sami: Bye. Aah! Give me a hug! Hey, Will, you hungry?

Will: No.

Sami: Oh, okay. Well, you know, there's one thing that Mommy has to do before we can play together, so maybe you could finish the drawing that you started this morning.

Will: Okay.

Sami: Okay? It's right there. So when you're done coloring, you and I can spend all afternoon playing video games until our eyes pop out.

Kate: You need to get over to Sami's and keep her busy so she doesn't destroy that tape.

Lucas: Are you kidding me? She's not going to open the door to me, Mom, no.

Kate: Well, tell her that you're there to visit Will, and then when the opportunity arises, you grab the tape.

Lucas: The opportunity. What are you, losing it or something? Come on.

Kate: Go out in the hall and make it happen. Just make it happen. Go, get over there, and make it happen.

Lucas: All right. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Kate: Go. Go.

Kate: Hi. It's me. I have a problem. I need your help.

Sami: Will, I'm going to, um, go to my room for a few minutes, okay?

Will: Okay. [Knock on door]

Sami: What now? Who is it?

Lucas: Lucas. Open up.

Will: Daddy!

Sami: No, Will, I -- don't -- just give me --

Lucas: Hey, there's my man. How are you doing?

Will: Great.

Lucas: Oh, good.

Sami: Will, why don't you go finish your drawing, okay? I want to talk to your father alone. Lucas?

Lucas: There you go, buddy.

Sami: Get out of here now, you jerk.

Lucas: Not on your life.

[Doorknob rattling]

Abe: Lexie?

Celeste: Oh. Ha ha. Am I glad to see you.

Abe: Oh, yeah, Celeste, let me give you a hand here. Oh, here we go. All right.

Celeste: Are Alexandra and Isaac here already?

Abe: Lexie's still at the mansion. She's packing, so they should be here soon.

Abe: Celeste? What is it?

Celeste: It's, uh... probably nothing, but, uh... well, I was with Isaac in the nursery earlier at Stefano�s, and I had a premonition that the baby was gone.

Abe: Yeah? What do you think it means?

Celeste: It could be what I -- what I told Alexandra, that it was simply knowing that Isaac's not going to be in that crib in that depressing mansion after today. But... I don't know, seeing that baby disappear like that...

Abe: What?

Celeste: Well, it could mean that Alexandra's planning something very foolish, Abraham. I pray I'm wrong.

Abe: Well, we should know soon. Trust me.

Lexie: What took you so long?

Rolf: Well, perfectly forged European passports cannot be bought on every street corner, Alexandra. Hmm?

Lexie: Great. And my Father's made all the arrangements?

Rolf: Ah, of course. You and little Isaac will be picked up at a secluded landing pad. Here is a map with detailed instructions on how to get there.

Lexie: Oh. Very thorough.

Rolf: Also, here is an untraceable cell phone. If it rings, it can only be me or your father, hmm?

Lexie: Excellent.

Rolf: There.

Lexie: Oh, thank you. Thank you. Eliana, you can bring Isaac down now.

Rolf: I had the rest of your belongings put in the car.

Lexie: Thank you.

Rolf: My dear, I want you to have a safe journey, please.

Eliana: He was a little fussy for a while, but he's feeling better now.

Lexie: Oh, my sweet little boy -- yes.

Rolf: Alexandra, it's imperative you leave immediately.

Lexie: I know, I know. Um... I am going to miss you both.

Eliana: Take care, Mrs. Carver. You, too, little Isaac.

Lexie: Goodbye.

Eliana: Goodbye. I'm going to miss you.

Lexie: Thank you.

Rolf: Here.

Lexie: Thank you. [Sighs] Goodbye, Salem.

Bo: Here you go. Be careful. It's hot.

Hope: Thank you.

Bo: Mm-hmm.

Hope: J.T. use to love to cuddle under this blanket with me.

Bo: You know what? Why don't you tell me about that dream before you forget it?

Hope: Okay, um... I'll try.

Hope: It was foggy. I could hear the sound of water. [Waves breaking]

Hope: I-I'm on a pier, actually, in a gown and cape.

Bo: Is it the Salem Pier?

Hope: I don't know. Wait. I see posters in French. I must be somewhere in Paris.

Bo: What else do you see?

Hope: I don't see anything... but I hear footsteps... a man coming toward me. It's John.

Bo: Does he say anything to you?

Hope: He disappears. He's gone... and I'm looking at another man.

Bo: Who is it?

Hope: He doesn't have a face. It's blank, nothing.

Hope: There's someone else coming toward me -- another man. But all I can see is a gloved hand -- a white-gloved hand. I know it's a man.

Hope: I don't understand it.

Bo: Okay. Well, let's just review here. You've got three guys in this dream -- one of them's John, one of them... you said he doesn't have a face that you recognize, and the other guy is wearing a glove.

Hope: It's just so damned frustrating.

Bo: Well, I know, but with any luck, you'll have this dream again, and maybe you'll remember more.

Hope: No, I have to remember. I have to remember, Bo. I need to know who the father of my son is.

Brandon: Your daddy is a good man -- smart and funny. And from what your mom has told me, he's a great father. You're his number one priority, she says.

Abby: Yeah, he always wants to be with me.

Brandon: Abby, I know that your dad moving out was very hard on you, that it made you really sad, and I just want to say I'm sorry.

Abby: It's okay. I don't care that much anymore.

Jennifer: Oh, baby, don't say that. You know that's not true.

Brandon: Even if your parents aren't living together, they couldn't love you more, and they're going to do everything they can to help you through this.

Abby: How come you know so much about me?

Jennifer: Because Brandon is my friend, and I tell him about you because you are so very important to me.

Abby: Is he your friend, or is he your boyfriend?

Harold: Easy, Dad.

Oliver: [Yelling]

Harold: But he is a good newspaperman.

Oliver: [Yelling]

Harold: I take it that's a no? Dad? Are you there, Dad?

Jack: Didn't go very well, did it?

Harold: Let's just say he's still not too high on you.

Jack: Well, you tried, Harold, you tried, and for that, I'm deeply grateful. Vern! Just the man I was looking for. Sorry I didn't make it to your going-away party.

Vern: You weren't invited.

Jack: Beside the point, Vern. Would have been there if I could have. Anyway, I've always respected your taste, talent, and leadership, old buddy -- or should I call you Dad?

Vern: Not if you like your teeth.

Jack: Ha ha ha ha ha! George Carlin, move over! This is one funny, funny man! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Vern: Is there something you wanted, Jack?

Jack: Actually, I'm here to give you an opportunity -- an opportunity to make a great and lasting contribution to this glorious publication before you officially retire.

Vern: Ohh, an opportunity!

Jack: Vern... please, for God's sake! You got to give me a 9:00-to-5:00. Please!

Sami: Just go, before I slam this door in your ugly face.

Will: Why can't my Daddy come in?

Lucas: You know, Will, I was just about to ask your mommy the same question.

Sami: Will, if you want to play with Daddy, why don't you go to his apartment down the hall?

[Telephone rings]

Sami: Ahem. [Ring]

Lucas: The phone's ringing. Aren't you going to get it? [Ring]

Sami: Will, why don't you answer the phone like Mommy taught you, and tell whoever it is that I'm busy.

Will: Okay.

Lucas: Oh, nice -- just put the kid to work, boss him around!

Sami: Oh, shut up, Lucas.

Will: Brady residence. Uncle Austin!

Sami: Stay here! Will, thank you so much. Hi, Austin. I am so glad that you called. You have no idea how much I've wanted to talk to you.

Lucas: Hey, what did you make in school today? You want to show me?

Sami: You've got the engagement ring. I didn't know. I just thought you should have it back. You...wanted to talk to Will? Yeah, um, I'll get him. Stay here! Not one more move! Will, there's nothing in that backpack that your dad needs to see.

Lexie: Hi, sweetheart. Mommy's right here. I know -- it's not easy being away from your home and your daddy, but it's the only way to make sure you and Mommy will always be together. I'm sorry, Abe.

Celeste: Well, everything's put away.

Abe: Well, thank you, thank you.

Celeste: I could fix you something to eat, hmm?

Abe: No. You know, Lexie should be here soon.

[Telephone rings]

Abe: Yeah. Commander Carver.

Man: Commander Carver? Officer Smith here.

Abe: Yeah, what you got?

Smith: Your wife left the DiMera mansion, but she's not driving toward your house, sir. She's headed out of town.

Bo: Are you sure this was a dream?

Hope: What do you mean?

Bo: Maybe it's, um, repressed memories trying to resurface.

Hope: Well, how can that be? I've never been to Paris with John.

Bo: The real Princess Gina was. And when you thought you were Gina, you were there with me. Not all the time, but -- you know, what I'm trying to say -- maybe the dream is a whole lot of different memories all meshed together.

Hope: Can we talk about this later, please?

Bo: No. We're making some progress.

Hope: Bo, I'm tired. I'm going to go upstairs.

Bo: Where?

Hope: I'm going to rest.

Bo: Not in J.T.'s room. You know what? Why don't you just lay down right here? I'll hold you till you fall asleep.

Hope: You don't understand.

Bo: I do. I do.

Hope: Oh, God, Bo. Oh, God. [Telephone rings]

Bo: Lie down. Brady. Ahem. Oh, hey, Doug. Yeah. She's taking a nap right now. I have been trying to distract her. Not much luck. Yeah, okay. Um, I'll let you know when she's ready for visitors. Yeah. Bye.

Hope: Oh, J.T.... my sweet angel. How will I live without you.

Brandon: To tell the truth, Abby, I'm not even sure what the word "boyfriend" means. I mean, your mom and I like spending time with each other. And we're definitely friends.

Jennifer: Hey, baby, the lady that Great-Gram was just talking with, she got up, so why don't you go over there and join her, and Brandon and I will be there in a second?

Abby: Okay. Should I ask her if she can take care of me tonight?

Jennifer: Yeah, definitely. That's a good idea.

Jennifer: You, uh, were really, really sweet with her. Thank you.

Brandon: She is a great kid. I just hope you didn't think I was presuming. I mean, I know everything I said, you've already told her.

Jennifer: Oh, no, that's okay. I think sometimes it helps to hear it from someone else.

Brandon: I just feel really bad for her. I know she was obsessed with getting you and Jack back together, and now that he's moved out...

Jennifer: No, I know, and she's been through this before. I mean, when she was younger, Jack and I would have an argument, and everything would just go away and just go back to the way it was. And now, sadly enough, she knows better.

Abby: So we should be hearing pretty soon if your cookie recipe won.

Alice: That's so exciting.

Abby: It was all my idea.

Alice: Oh.

Jennifer: Hey, Gram. Hi, sweetie.

Alice: Hi, darling.

Jennifer: Oh, my goodness.

Alice: Ha ha ha ha.

Brandon: Hi, Mrs. Horton.

Alice: Brandon.

Jennifer: So, Abby told you all about that cookie contest she entered you in, right?

Alice: Yes, and I'm so excited about it. I'm honored.

Jennifer: Oh, good. Did she also ask you about tonight?

Abby: Oh. Mommy and Brandon are going out tonight, so you get to hang out with me -- if you can.

Alice: Of course I can. I'd be honored.

Jennifer: You know what? I have a great idea. Maybe you can bake up a test batch of those cookies to prepare for the contest.

Abby: Yeah!

Jennifer: Wouldn't that be great? And, um, I don't think I'm going to be able to take you home. I'm going to be late for this meeting that I scheduled.

Brandon: Tell you what. I'm on a break. Why don't I drive you two ladies to your house? Mrs. Horton?

Alice: Oh, what a lovely offer.

Jennifer: That is really great. Thank you. Okay. Thank you, Gram, so much...again.

Alice: Goodbye, darling.

Jennifer: Thank you, baby. I love you.

Abby: Love you, too.

Jennifer: See you later, okay?

Brandon: Hey, think about where you want to go for dinner. I'll call you later.

Jennifer: Okay, great. Bye-bye.

Abby: Where are you taking my Mom tonight, and when will you be back?

Jack: Vern, Vern, you got a son, you know, and I'm good. I'm good. You know I'm good.

Vern: Get up, Jack.

Jack: Is that a yes?

Vern: No. You know I can't give you a job. It's not up to me anymore. The new editor would have to hire you, and even then, you'd have to ask for Oliver�s approval.

Harold: Uh, I already did.

Vern: And? Heh. I'm sorry, Jack, I can't help you.

Jack: Wait, wait, wait. Vern, wait a minute. Hear me out. Just hear me out now. You've just retired. You're ready to enjoy your golden years with your lovely wife, but if I don't get a job, I may never move out of your house. Imagine retirement with me as your constant companion.

Vern: Good God!

Jack: Your golf partner at Pebble Beach, claiming the lower bunk in the R.V. on the road trip to Yellowstone.

Vern: I have to sit down.

Jack: Oh, no! No, no, no, no! You need to stand up for me. Vern, for me. Call Oliver. Talk to that new editor. Do whatever you have to do to get me a job as a reporter here so I can afford my own place. Then you'll only have to see me on holidays.

Vern: You'll clear out of my house with the first paycheck?

Jack: As Harold is my witness.

Vern: I'll see what I can do.

Jack: Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes! Go, go, go, Jackie! You got it! You got the job, you got...

Harold: Hey! Calm down, Jack.

Jack: What? You heard what he said. You got it, you got it...

Harold: "I'll see what I can do" to "you got the job" is a big leap, so sit still until he comes out.

Jack: Right, right. Right. Ha ha. Calm, cool, professional. Let the chips fall where they may.

Harold: I've got work to do. I'll check in on you later.

Jack: [Humming] Ha ha ha ha ha. I have got to get this job.

[Pencil sharpener whirring]

Jack: Vern? Vern, well?

Vern: There may be hope for you yet. Now here's what you're going to have to do.

Jack: Hmm? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Got it.

Vern: Ball's in your hands, Jack.

Jack: I'm driving the lane for a slam dunk! Here I go! Watch out! Here I am! Oh! I'm all right! I'm all right! Hold that elevator! I'm all right!

Sami: Will, Uncle Austin would like to talk to you, honey.

Will: Hi, Uncle Austin.

Lucas: Give me the bag!

Sami: The bag is mine!

Lucas: Give me the bag!

Sami: Lucas! Lucas, come back here with that! Give it to me! Let me in! No! You open this door! I'll have you arrested for robbery, Lucas! Give it here! Open this door!

Brandon: Well... your mom and I will be going to a restaurant, and I will have her back in time to tuck you in. How's that?

Abby: I go to bed pretty early.

Brandon: Even on Friday nights?

Alice: Uh, Abby, darling, will you go over there and get me some cookies, please?

Abby: The cookies here are nowhere near as good as yours.

Alice: I'll make do.

Brandon: A penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Horton. Wait a minute. Don't tell me. If I do anything to hurt or disappoint your granddaughter, my life won't be worth a plugged nickel.

Alice: You may pass muster yet, Mr. Brandon.

Harold: [Whistles]

Jack: Oh, behave. Smiling and on time as promised.

Vern: Looking good, Jack.

Jack: Are you sure that Oliver said I could work here if the new editor-in-chief gives me the thumbs up?

Vern: Positive.

Harold: Get in there, Jack, before my Father changes his mind again.

Jack: Ah ha ha ha. Gentlemen. Ho ho.

Vern: This could be a match made in heaven.

Harold: Or hell.

Jack: Jack Deveraux at your service, sir.

Jack: In preparation for your new job as editor-in-chief of the "Spectator," I'm sure you've researched the history of this prestigious publication.

Jack: And it, therefore, must have come to your attention that the most committed, aggressive, not to mention award-winning reporter of this much-lauded journal is none other than myself -- Jack Deveraux.

Jack: I can see that you're a man of few words, so I'll close now and be concise. After all, my reputation speaks for itself.

Jennifer: It certainly does.

Lucas: I did it! I did it! I got it! I did it!

Sami: Let me in, Lucas! This is not funny! You're not going to get away with this!

Kate: We just did, Sami! We just did.

Lucas: It is so weird. Austin called. He called at the perfect time.

Kate: Well, of course he did, because I called him, and I said that Will needed to talk to his uncle.

Lucas: You did that? You never cease to amaze me.

Kate: Oh, never mind that. Let me see the tape.

Lucas: I got it. Look. Ta-da!

Kate: Oh, sweetie. Get it out, get it out.

Lucas: Okay, okay, okay.

[Pounding on door]

Kate: Oh, knock it off!

Sami: [Yelling]

Lucas: It's not here. It's not here!

Kate: Well, of course it's there. She's not out there kicking and screaming because she wants Will's crayons.

Lucas: I know. You're right. It's got to be in here, but I don't see it.

Abe: How long ago did Lexie leave the DiMera house?

Smith: She's been on the road about 10 minutes.

Abe: All right. Call Roman Brady, fill him in. Call me on my cell phone if you have any more information.

Smith: Yes, sir.

Celeste: I know you wanted to trust her, Abraham.

Abe: You know, I agonized over whether to assign an officer to trace Lexie's movements. This is just what I was afraid of. She's running with the baby.

Celeste: I should have trusted that premonition. Dear God. Where are you going?

Abe: I'm going to make things right.

Lexie: Sometimes, Isaac, there are things in your life -- like you, my precious little baby -- that are worth losing everything for.

Bo: [Thinking] This dream takes place in Paris -- that's obvious -- which means Isaac was probably conceived there. I have to help her figure this out.

[Telephone rings]

Bo: Yeah? Hey, Roman. What's up? I'm on my way.

Hope: Who was that on the phone?

Bo: It was Roman.

Hope: What did he want? What's going on?

Bo: It's Lexie looks like she's making a run for it.

Hope: What? My God. With Isaac?

Bo: Apparently, yeah.

Hope: I'm coming with you.

Bo: Are you sure you're up for it?

Hope: Am I up for it? Are you kidding? I've lost one son today. I'm not about to lose another.

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