Days Transcript Monday 2/9/04

Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 2/9/04 - Canada; Tuesday 2/10/04 - U.S.A.

Provided by Eric
Proofread by Naila

[Owl hoots]

[Crickets chirruping]

[Wolf howls]

Lucas: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh.

Sami: Lucas. Lucas, Lucas, Lucas! Ow! Lucas, wake up!

Lucas: Huh? What?

Sami: Get up!

Lucas: Where am I?

Sami: You're in my sleeping bag.

Lucas: Huh?

Sami: Yes, you -- one part of you is, anyway.

Lucas: What part would that be?

Sami: The part that's awake.

Lucas: What are you talking about? I'm, like, 5 feet away from you. I'm good, Sami -- I'm not that good.

Sami: You're right. You're not.

Lucas: Yeah, I know. Just go back to sleep, all right?

Sami: No, no, I canít. There's something poking at me. Where's the flashlight?

Lucas: What are you talking about?

Sami: Oh, my God.

Lucas: What?

Sami: Snake!

Shawn-D: Belle, look out!

Belle: Aah!

Shawn-D: Belle!

Brady: Get in there.

Nicole: Do I have to walk so fast?

Brady: I didn't ask for us to be handcuffed together. In fact, I remember begging you not to.

Nicole: Oh. Okay, right, it's all my fault.

Brady: It is your fault. You're the one whose brilliant idea this was.

Nicole: Oh, Brady, you know what? There is no point in complaining. We're stuck.

Brady: Damn it, Nicole, this is insane.

Nicole: Oh, come on. Relax and enjoy it, why don't you?

Brady: "Relax and enjoy it." Nicole, you may not have anything better to do, I understand, but I actually have a life.

Nicole: Oh. Yeah, you could have fooled me.

Brady: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Nicole: Although, you know, you could have one -- a life, that is -- now that you've invited me into your bachelor sex lair.

Brady: Invited? That's a stretch.

Nicole: I don't think so. You know, I-I have other plans, too, you know.

Brady: Yeah, well, not anymore.

Nicole: Excuse me?

Brady: I am bigger, I am stronger. That means that I win.

Nicole: Oh. Typical Kiriakis male brute.

Brady: Flattery is going to get you nowhere.

Nicole: But I will have my way with you, just like I always do.

Brady: If I have to drag you kicking and screaming.

Nicole: Ooh, it wasn't so bad the first time.

Brady: Let's go.

Nicole: Ow! You know what? I won't enjoy a single moment in those big, strong arms until I take a tiny little potty break.

Brady: Ha ha. No way in hell.

Nicole: But, Brady, God, I have to go.

Brady: There is no way that you're dragging me in there with you.

Nicole: Well, the alternative isn't going to be pretty, is it? But you have a choice, so what's it going to be, hmm?

John: Don't even think about it, Vic.

[Floor creaks]

John: Don't move a muscle.

Marlena: Are you sure you want me to erase your memory?

Celeste: I feel so selfish.

Marlena: You don't need to feel that way, Celeste. You're expressing your deepest, uttermost feelings. You're a human being. You -- you don't want to die at the hands of the Salem stalker... because you know that's what happens to everybody who knows the truth.

Celeste: As long as I have the truth inside me, it's like a disease, taking over my whole life, promising a cruel and painful death. I'm frightened. I'm so frightened.

Marlena: You've got every reason to be frightened.

Celeste: My daughter Alexandra -- she lost her husband to this murderer. She lost her brother. Oh, should she... lose her mother, too?

Marlena: Of course not.

Celeste: I missed so much time with my daughter because of Stefano DiMera. Should I be deprived of seeing my little grandson grow up, too?

Marlena: Celeste, I know exactly how you feel.

Celeste: You are the only one who can save me, who can take this burden from me and give my life back. Thank you. Thank you

Shawn-D: Belle!

Belle: [Groans]

Shawn-D: Hey, are you okay?

Belle: God. Ugh.

Shawn-D: Are you all right?

Belle: I think so.

Shawn-D: No cuts, bruises, broken bones?

Belle: I hope not.

Shawn-D: All right. Well, you seem to be in one piece. Just a little shaken up, that's all.

Belle: Okay, that's not funny.

Jan: That girl -- she's worse than a cockroach. But I'll find a way to kill her dead.

Belle: What do you think happened?

Shawn-D: Um, I don't know. The sandbag just -- looks like it came untied.

Belle: Shawn, what if it wasn't an accident? What if someone just tried to kill me? I mean, when we found that button, we said out loud we thought it belonged to the Salem serial killer. You think that's a coincidence that that's the exact moment this sandbag comes falling out of the sky?

Shawn-D: I don't know.

Belle: What if it's the Salem stalker? Shawn, what if she's here right now?

Jan: [Thinking] You think I'm the Salem stalker. I'm not stalking you, Shawn, no matter what Nicole says. I only hurt people who deserve it. And Belle -- you so deserve it.

Brady: This is your bind, Nicole. You got into it. You get yourself out.

Nicole: You wouldn't be so blasť about holding it if you're the one who had to go.

Brady: It's not going to come to that.

Nicole: Oh, of course not, 'cause I'm sure you have amazing control.

Brady: That's not what I meant.

Nicole: Brady, if I have to hold it one more minute --

Brady: What I meant was when I am finished providing you with your alibi or whatever the hell it is you want me to do, that's it.

Nicole: What's it?

Brady: We're not going to do this anymore.

Nicole: Ow. Do you have to bellow like that? You're hurting my ears.

Brady: You didn't expect to be hitched to me for life, did you?

Nicole: You should be so lucky.

Brady: Where's the key? I know you got it somewhere.

Nicole: Maybe I do, maybe I donít.

Brady: You live to be infuriating, don't you? It's your sole purpose in life.

Nicole: At least I have a purpose.

Brady: Where did you get these damn things, anyway?

Nicole: Aah. I asked Henderson for help, and he went to an adult store.

Brady: What?

Nicole: Oh, yeah, he gets around.

Brady: Ha ha. So tell me -- when Henderson went to this adult store, did he rent the box set of your complete life in porn?

Nicole: [Gasps] That was a low blow, Brady.

Brady: You hit me, and I'll hit you right back.

Nicole: I thought you were a sensitive guy, but you're just a dumb schmuck like the rest of them.

Brady: I'm sorry.

Nicole: Like hell.

Brady: I am. I didn't mean to hurt you.

Nicole: Or maybe you did. I'm right, aren't I, Brady? Be honest.

Brady: Okay, fine. Maybe I meant to hurt you a little bit. But only because you're hurting me. You're showing me no respect by subjecting me to this.

Nicole: Oh, you want respect?

Brady: Don't mock me.

Nicole: Oh, no? It's okay for you to bring up my past, knowing how painful it is for me, but I'm not allowed to mock you? Who the hell do you think you are, Brady black?! Ooh!

Brady: Ow.

Nicole: Well... maybe I've made my bed, but you're the one who's going to lie in it, Brady.

Brady: No, I've had enough of you.

Nicole: Ow!

John: Hello, Victor. Did I leave a lasting impression upon you? I hope I did.

Victor: What are you doing?

John: Two minutes with wire cutters, hack your security box, and I'm inside your living room. Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now?

Victor: Well, inasmuch as you installed the original system, John, seems to me you've got an advantage over the average intruder.

John: The killer is not an average intruder, and if it is your wife, she has the biggest advantage of all -- she lives here.

Victor: Thanks for the update.

John: So does your grandson and my son, who is indefinitely chained to the woman you claim is a serial killer.

Victor: John, I can't tell you how much I regret bringing Nicole into Bradyís life.

John: A little late for regrets, isn't it, Vic? I'm here for one thing and one thing only -- I know that you and Tony DiMera put your heads together before he died. The two of you were planning on outing the killer, and I don't have any doubt he knew who that killer was. That's why he's dead. So what do you know? Oh, come on, Vic. No time for games or egos here. Do you have concrete evidence that your wife is a murderer? And if she isn't, who the hell is?

Marlena: I-I wish I -- I knew of another way to make sure these troubling thoughts and... premonitions would leave you forever, Celeste.

Celeste: [Gasps]

Marlena: What is it?

Celeste: The killer. I fear... I fear... the killer's thinking about me, fixating on me right now, as if she knows that I'm here with you.

Marlena: How could that be? John said he would tell no one.

Celeste: I see... the knife's blade, the gloved hand.

Marlena: It's all right, Celeste. I do know of a way to make sure you have no more of these troubling nightmares. No more nightmares, Celeste. I can make sure that you rest in peace.

Sami: Snake! Snake! Aah! Aah!

Lucas: All right, shh, shh, shh. Chill, chill! Relax, relax.

Sami: Get it away from me! Get it out of here, Lucas! Lucas, please, do something! Just do something.

Lucas: I got it, I got it.

Sami: No, you can't --

Lucas: All right, you slimy little -- what?!

Sami: You can't kill it.

Lucas: How am I supposed to get rid of it, then, huh?

Sami: Just get it out of here.

Lucas: Oh, what do you want me to do, hand me its hat and its coat, send it on its way? What, do you have a bleeding heart for reptiles all of a sudden, Sami?

Sami: It's coming this way!

Lucas: You know, if it was a human, you wouldn't care if I killed it right? If it was my mom, you'd be okay with that.

Sami: You know, that is an excellent analogy. I guarantee you that that snake is a million times more worthy of a good life than your mother. I don't want it dead. I just don't want to sleep with it. I've been there and done that.

Lucas: Well, I have a little experience at snake charming myself, baby.

Sami: If you are referring to me, I'll have you know -- [Gasps] There it is!

Lucas: All right, relax. Would you calm down?

Sami: Oh, please, get it out of here.

Lucas: Sami, Sami, stop it. Quiet is in, all right? Shouting is a no-no right now. Stand still, let me concentrate, all right? Just stay still.

Sami: Oh, my -- aah!

Lucas: Shh. Shh.

Sami: [Muffled] What are you trying to do, smother me?

Lucas: No. Be quiet. You'll wake up the whole camp, all right? We came on will's camping trip to prove that we're good parents. We can't even pitch a tent. We can't even start a fire.

Sami: Well, I will be happy if we come out of this alive parents.

Lucas: Sami, stop, all right? It's not poisonous.

Sami: How do you know that, boy scout?

Lucas: Because I went to military school, all right? I've had survival training. I'm not afraid of a little snake.

Sami: Wait, no, no. Lucas, it'll bite you.

Lucas: It won't bite me, all right? I know what I'm doing.

Sami: Aah! Aah!

Lucas: Ow! Man!

Sami: Oh, my God, Lucas, did it bite you? Oh, God. Are you okay? Are you okay?

Lucas: I don't feel so good.

Sami: Oh, my God. Oh, Lucas, are you dizzy? It was poisonous, wasn't it?

Lucas: I guess I should have paid more attention in biology class.

Sami: Oh, God, no, no. Lucas, you have to be okay. Please. Please be okay.

Belle: Can I borrow your phone? I just want to call my dad and let him know what happened.

Shawn-D: Yeah, yeah. What are you going to say?

Belle: Well, it was an accident, right? I mean, there's no way the serial killer would be here the exact same time we are, right? Mm.

[Dialing phone]

Shawn-D: Belle, Belle.

Belle: What?

Shawn-D: There's someone back there.

Belle: Shawn, it's a circus. There are a lot of people here. You know, they're working.

Shawn-D: Yeah, but they were watching us.

Belle: I don't see anybody. Look, if you're going to go after someone who maybe just tried to kill us, you understand you don't have a gun or any way to protect yourself, right?

Shawn-D: Yeah, but we're not going to be sitting ducks, okay? I won't let that happen.

Belle: Do you promise?

Shawn-D: I promise I will take care of you, okay?

Belle: Okay, well, whatever you're thinking of doing, we're doing it together.

Shawn-D: All right. Shh. Let's go.  Stop!

Celeste: Stop.

Marlena: Stop what? What do you see, Celeste?

Celeste: I see you. I see the blade of a knife. I see... death stalking... you. You will die. No matter what I say or do, what anyone does... your fate is sealed.

Victor: Nicole is the killer. I'm utterly convinced.

John: What proof do you have? Come on, Vic. What are you being so coy for? Who are you protecting, anyway? Is it Brady? Your son, Bo? Shawn? Belle? Marlena? Come on, Vic. Tell me what you know.

Victor: If anything happens to me, mark my words -- it's Nicole.

[Pager beeps]

John: It's a 911 from my daughter. I got to take this, damn it. We'll finish this later.

Victor: I certainly hope we will.

Brady: Are you okay?

Nicole: I didn't think you cared. All limbs look intact. You?

Brady: I'll be better when you're not on top of me anymore.

Nicole: You sure about that?

Brady: Now I got to try to stand up.

Nicole: Oh, that'll be a neat trick.

Brady: Give me your hand.

Nicole: Okay.

Brady: Get up!

Nicole: Ow!

Brady: Well --

Nicole: Thanks.

Brady: At least we know we're not meant to be in bed together.

Nicole: Oh, well, we have to go to sleep at some point, so sooner or later --

Brady: Over my dead body.

Nicole: Oh, you know, that's not a smart thing to say when you're handcuff to a murderer. But you don't really believe I killed anyone, do you?

Brady: Nicole, at this point, nothing would surprise me.

Nicole: Brady... look at me and tell me that you truly believe the worst of me. Of course you donít. Because you're the one person in this world who actually cares about me.

Brady: Not right now, I donít.

Nicole: Brady, you've said to me so many times all -- all I really need is to be loved, and how underneath this... stone exterior beats a heart of gold. You used to believe the best in me, Brady, until Chloe came back and everyone started pointing fingers at me and accusing me of these horrible murders that I had nothing to do with. And now you've decided that I'm not worth your time. You turned your back on me, Brady.

Brady: You're right. You're right. I-I haven't been a very good friend to you, and for that, I am really sorry.

Nicole: It's because of Chloe, isn't it?

Brady: No, it's not. It's my grandfather. This is very hard for me, okay? Can't you see that? Yes, I see he treats you very badly, but a part of me wants to believe that you cause him to treat you that way, that you drive him to it. Otherwise, I'd have to hate him, and I don't want to do that.

Nicole: So you're taking his side. Is that what you're saying? Because he's family, your loyalty is to him, even though he is cruel and abusive to me, even though he makes my life a living hell, he is your grandfather, and therefore, he is blameless. He's hung the moon, in fact, didn't he, Brady?

Brady: I've tried to overlook his behavior, because like I said, I wouldn't be able to live with him. I couldn't handle his generosity towards me. It wouldn't be right.

Nicole: Such integrity.

Brady: I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Nicole: Suit yourself.

Brady: I'm hungry. Famished.

Nicole: Okay, well... we can cook together.

Brady: Cook what?

Nicole: I don't know. Let's look.

Brady: Nicole, you're not going to find anything in here.

Nicole: Sorry. Aah, look. Chicken of the sea. Ha ha. Croutons. Lentil soup. Can opener. This is plenty, my dear. I am going to make you a front street diner special. Absolutely delectable. What? You didn't think I could cook?

Brady: In a word?

Nicole: Ugh. Ye of little faith is in for a culinary treat.

Brady: I can hardly wait, Nicole.

Nicole: I'm going to need a little help here. So maybe you can... take that, and...

Brady: Hold the can.

Nicole: Open the can, and... okay. Good teamwork. Get one of these open. I don't know.

Brady: Okay.

Nicole: Did you get the whole thing?

Brady: Just take the top off.

Nicole: All right. Ooh! Ha ha.

Brady: Are you kidding?

Nicole: Whoops. Mmm. I'm going to do a little...

Brady: Oh.

Nicole: Mmm, but tasty. Ha ha. Ooh, I could just eat you up, Brady black. Ha ha ha.

Brady: Aah!

Belle: Whoever it was is now gone.

Shawn-D: No, they couldn't just disappear.

Belle: Shawn, we don't even know who we're chasing.

Shawn-D: They're here!

Belle: Can we please just go? Shawn, this place completely creeps me out.

Shawn-D: Just one more second, okay?

Belle: Shawn.

Shawn-D: Behind there.

Belle: No, no, no, no, no. I really don't like this at all. Just be careful, okay?

Shawn-D: Oh, my God.

Belle: What?

Shawn-D: Uh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to barge in on you like that.

Belle: We thought you were someone else. Hands down the creepiest clown I have ever seen.

Shawn-D: What is a clown doing here, anyway? The circus is over.

Belle: Hey, wait a minute! Wait a second!

Marlena: If my fate is sealed, if I'm going to die no matter what... what does it matter? Maybe they all died in vain.

Celeste: Died...in vain.

Marlena: If I can't protect myself, then I need to end it... once and for all.

Sami: Oh, God, Lucas, what should I do? Do you want me to call 911? I'll go get help.

Lucas: No, don't leave me here alone!

Sami: Lucas, please, I lost my father and I lost my grandmother. I can't lose you, too. Please, I would die without you.

Lucas: No, you wouldnít.

Sami: Yes, I would. I have an idea. Here. Give me your arm. Here. Be careful.

Lucas: Whoa, what are you doing?

Sami: I'm gonna get a knife, and I'm gonna cut open the wound and I'll suck the poison out.

Lucas: No, no, no. You don't have to do that. That's brave, very brave, but I'm okay, really.

Sami: Let me see your arm, Lucas. There are no bite marks here. But I will be happy to give you some.

Lucas: What are you doing?

Sami: Lucas, how could you do this to me?

Lucas: Sami, calm down.

Sami: Well, how could you put me through that? What, you were kidding? I thought you were really dying!

Lucas: Well, I thought you didn't care.

Sami: What is this, some kind of joke, a test? Well, did I pass? I don't want my son's father to die, okay? That is all.

Lucas: You said you'd die without me.

Sami: Yeah, because I'd starve to death without you paying will's child support. And he'd starve, too. God, how could you put me through all of this?

Lucas: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for upsetting you, okay? I know we've all been through a lot lately. We've been on edge.

[Twig snaps]

Sami: What was that?

Lucas: It was a cricket.

Sami: Lucas, I know what a cricket sounds like, and that was not a cricket.

Lucas: It was a big, hungry grizzly bear coming to get you then, Sami.

Sami: Ha ha, very funny. What about the tiger that escaped from the circus?

Lucas: Don't worry about that. They spotted that tiger in Brookville this morning -- other side of town. It's all right. We wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't safe.

Sami: Where have I heard that before?

Lucas: What are you, paranoid?

Sami: Yeah, excuse me for being paranoid, but there is a tiger on the loose and a killer on the loose, and now there's a snake. This zipper --

Lucas: Well, we can't stay zipped up together forever in here.

Sami: Want to bet?

Belle: Shawn, maybe the button came from the clown costume. Excuse me, could we see the front of your costume for a second? No. Thanks for your trouble.

Shawn-D: So weird. What's, uh, what are you thinking?

Belle: Okay, so you found that on the catwalk.

Shawn-D: Yeah, it was caught on that nail up in the rafters right where the killer was planting the bucket of blood before tony died.

Belle: And it was attached to a piece of fabric. Obviously there was some woman who was really dressed up, but most of the circus personnel that was working up there was wearing sweats.

Shawn-D: Well, the killer was also wearing black sweats.

Belle: Yeah, but then she came down and started mingling with the rest of us. Maybe that's a part of her regular person disguise. I just -- I wish that I knew where I've seen it before.

Shawn-D: It's just a blue button. Haven't we all seen a million?

Belle: Shawn, I spend my whole day looking at fashion plates in catalogs.

Shawn-D: So what you're saying is there's something special that sets this button apart from others.

Belle: It's very distinct looking. I think maybe it's specially made. It could even be from one of our lines at basic black.

John: Hey, daughter of mine.

Belle: Dad, hey, thank God that you're here.

John: Got the 911. What's going on?

Belle: Well, we had sort of an accident with a giant sandbag. At least I'm hoping it's an accident because it came falling from the rafters and almost crushed me.

Shawn-D: Somehow it became untied.

John: Hmm. What are you two doing here? Look, kids, I know you mean well, but youíre asking for trouble if you nose around this investigation now. It's hard enough right now dealing with your mother when she's living under this constant death threat. Last thing I want is to have to worry about you, too. Do you understand?

Belle: I'm sorry, Daddy, but, um, we found a clue.

Shawn-D: Up in the rafters. Think it might belong to the killer.

John: Oh, my God.

Marlena: I canít. I have too much to live for to die now.

Celeste: I have too much to live for to die now. [Gasps] I see something new!

Marlena: What now?

Celeste: It's blue. A button. It's fallen off something.

Marlena: You said that! That's nothing new at all!

Celeste: They're so close.

Marlena: Who's so close?

Celeste: [Gasps] Your daughter Belle, your husband John, and Shawn. Oh... oh, they are so very close to the truth. Big open area too.

[Water running]

Brady: This was your plan all along, wasn't it?

Nicole: You can't say I did this on purpose.

Brady: Oh, no, Nicole, you would never put anyone in this position. You're too polite and refined.

Nicole: I tried to be nice and make you dinner. If I may say, Brady, it's not like this is a hardship on either one of us. Oh. Talk about polite and refined. I don't know what you're so worried about. It's so hot and steamy in here, I can hardly see a thing. Give me that. Excuse me. Ooh. Oh. I can certainly feel what you're trying to hide. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Brady. Bodily functions -- we all have them. Now, if you weren't registering a little excitement, then I'd be worried. Oh. I hope I didn't offend you by using the word "little" in that context, because you are not, Brady.

Brady: Can we just not talk at all?

Nicole: Okay. Ahem.

Brady: What?

Nicole: I'm sorry. I-I need a little help reaching my back.

Nicole: You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

Brady: No, thank you.

Nicole: Oh, Brady, you reek of tuna. You don't want to have to require another shower, do you?  Gosh, you are so tight.

Brady: I wonder why.

Nicole: Repressed tension, maybe? There, isn't that better?

[Gunshot]

Nicole: What was that?

Brady: Sounded like a car backfiring.

Nicole: It sounded like a gunshot.

Brady: What are you doing?

Nicole: Well, don't you want to see what happened? Come on!

Brady: Oh!

Lucas: You're staring at me.

Sami: I am not.

Lucas: Could have fooled me.

Sami: No, I just wanted to see if you were awake, 'cause I wanted to ask you something.

Lucas: I'm awake now. Ask away.

Sami: Do we have any more blankets?

Lucas: You had to wake me up for that? What kind of question is that? What happened to your sleeping bag?

Sami: There was a snake in it.

Lucas: So what?

Sami: So I threw it out.

Lucas: So, what, you expect me to be a gentleman right now and let you into my sleeping bag? Is that it, Sami? Come on, it's nice and toasty in here.

Sami: Yeah, I'll bet.

Lucas: Oh, it is. It's warm and cozy.

Sami: You're not by chance offering to vacate, are you?

Lucas: Sami.

Sami: What?

Lucas: You're shivering. Your teeth are chattering. Get in here and shut up, all right? You won't even know I'm here, really.

Sami: Yeah, right.

Lucas: All right, fine. Last chance. Going once, going twice...

Sami: Okay, okay. But only because I'm too tired and too cold to argue with you. But I swear, you better keep your body parts to yourself, or you'll lose them.

Lucas: Noted.

Sami: Good.

Lucas: Good night, Sami.

Sami: Not yet, it hasn't been.

Nicole: Oh, my God, Brady. Victor is dead.

Brady: Granddad? Granddad? Oh, my God.

Nicole: Free at last! Free at last! Free at last! Whoo! Free at last!

Brady: All right, don't worry, Nicole. I'm going to go in first, okay?

Nicole: Yeah. Hurry up.

Brady: You ready?

Nicole: Mm-hmm.

Nicole: [Gasps]

Brady: Granddad?

Nicole: Victor!

Victor: Ooh... what's the matter, Nicole? You look like you expected to see a ghost.

Nicole: Well, why would you say that?

Brady: Granddad, we heard a car backfiring, or what sounded like a gunshot.

Victor: I didn't hear a thing.

Brady: Thank God you're okay. So, um, have you thought of anything yet to get us out of these things?

Victor: Well, I spoke to the locksmith. He said he doesn't have the specialized tool that he needs. We're working on it. You two been for a swim?

Brady: Uh, yeah, we took a little dip.

Victor: Keep an eye on this one.

Brady: Oh, I definitely will.

Nicole: Don't worry. I'll make sure he never takes his eyes off me.

Belle: What is it, Dad? Do you see something?

John: Appears to be small traces of blood, probably from the bucket the killer set to fall. Good job, kids. This is a major clue.

Belle: See? We told you.

John: Just leave the rest to the professionals, all right? And just because your parents are on the force doesn't mean you are equipped to catch a killer.

Shawn-D: All right, well, nothing against the police, John, but they missed this one, okay? And since my dad's out of town, the cops could use all the help they can get, and that's what you're doing, right? Well, why not us, too?

Belle: So what's next, Dad? I mean, how do they trace the button? It looks so familiar to me. Is it from a basic black design?

John: I don't think so, sweetheart, but I know what you mean, 'cause this looks really familiar to m-- to me, too. Oh, my God, I know.

Belle: Dad, do you remember whose it is?

John: Listen, I don't want you to say a word about this to anyone. Do you understand me? This is a matter of life and death, and I have never been more serious in my life.

Marlena: What do John and Belle know? What?! Do they know who the killer is?

Celeste: It's not clear to me. I'm not sure that it's clear to them.

Marlena: Ooh, shut up, Celeste! Shut up! Nobody cares about your premonitions! Your vibes and your visions. And nobody is going to have to hear them again.

Sami: [Gasps] Oh, my God. Snake! Oh, my God, not snake.

Lucas: Don't worry. I'm not poisonous.

Sami: I told you, keep your body parts to yourself.

Lucas: Oh, come on. You didn't really mean that.

Sami: Ever heard of Lorena Bobbitt?

Lucas: [Gasps] Aah! Sami. Sami, you're dreaming.

Sami: I am? I mean, I was? Are you sure?

Lucas: Yeah, I'm sure. You were talking in your sleep.

Sami: Oh, my God. What did I say?

Lucas: Well, um...

Sami: No, tell me, Lucas. This isn't funny. Tell me what I said.

Lucas: No, you don't really want to know. Forget it.

Sami: Oh, yes, I want to know. Tell me. Tell me.

Lucas: No, you donít. Pillow fight? Pillow fight?

Sami and Lucas: [Laughing]

Lucas: Ow!

Sami: Take that!

Lucas: All right, all right.

Sami and Lucas: [Laughing]

Lucas: No more Mr. Nice guy.

Will: Way to stir things up in there for my mom and dad.

Sami and Lucas: [Laughing]

Will: Job well done.

Nicole: [Thinking] One-handed typing and no privacy -- ideal conditions to conspire with a psycho to commit a crime.

Nicole's voice: You were supposed to take care of your end of the bargain today.

[PDA chirps]

Jan: Some people actually have a life, Nicole.

Jan's voice: Something came up.

Nicole's voice: Do it now or else.

Jan: Or else... oh, you're going to tell Shawn about what I'm up to? You have no clue what I'm up to, Nicole. Oh, well. I guess I can look at Nicoleís job as practice for what I'm going to do when it really counts.

Shawn-D: You're shaking.

Belle: Do you think my dad really knows who the serial killer is?

Shawn-D: Well, it sounded like it.

Belle: Shawn, I thought it was going to be good news, but the way he sounded right now scared me even more. [Sighs] What's happening, Shawn? What's happening to all of us?

Marlena: It's finally time.

John: Stop!

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Shawn-D: It's Belle.

Bonnie: So what'd you do, knock her up?

Sami: Oh, make love to me, Lucas.

Nicole: I want to dance.

Brady: Well, I donít.

Nicole: Fine, I'll find another partner, and then you'll have to stand next to me looking like a doofus.

John: What are you doing with that knife?

Marlena: I think you know, and I think you know I wouldn't hesitate to use it if I have to.

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