Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 2/10/04 - Canada; Wednesday 2/11/04 - U.S.A.
Provided by Eric
Proofread by Naila
Shawn-D: Miss Lockhart.
Bonnie: Hey, Shawn.
Shawn-D: Is my Uncle Mickey here?
Bonnie: Well, I expect him any second. Come on in.
Bonnie: I have some, uh, pop in the fridge. You want to wet your whistle while you wait?
Shawn-D: No, that's fine.
Bonnie: You okay? You look upset.
Shawn-D: It's Belle.
Bonnie: Aw. Girlfriend trouble. So what'd you do, knock her up?
Julie: Thank you. Ah, Uncle Mickey.
Mickey: Julie, Doug.
Doug: Hey, Mick.
Mickey: Why did you want to meet me here?
Julie: Oh, so someone could go over the inventory, decide what to do with all the stored food.
Julie: What does "oh" mean? Have you changed your mind, decided to reopen the restaurant and let me run it?
Victor: What are you two doing back here?
Brady: Hey, Granddad, I just -- I wanted to go over the plans for the new opera house, and, uh, we're not going to bother you, will we?
Nicole: I know you wonít.
Brady: Excuse me for a second. Thank you.
Jan: So the black widow calls.
Nicoleís voice: Do what we agreed. Time running out.
Brady: Who agreed to what?
Brady: Who are you sending a message to, and what do you mean by "time running out"?
Sami: You know, I can't believe how long it took us to get this tent back up. Okay, look, we could -- I can't believe you're already out. At is so not fair.
Sami: Lucas, I warned you and your little friend about getting too close.
Lucas: What? What's your problem?
Sami: You're the one with the problem. Why don't you take a cold shower?
Lucas: I don't really look at it as a problem. I see it more as an opportunity.
Sami: Yeah, well, make your opportunity go away.
Sami: Lucas, what are you doing?
Lucas: Come on. Isn't this better than a cold shower?
Sami: Not for me.
Lucas: You know, Sami, eventually this will make my problem go away. It'll make all of our problems go away.
Sami: Lucas, stop it. Stop it. I mean it.
Lucas: Look, if you can look me in the eye and tell me with any real conviction that you want me to stop, then I'll stop. I swear.
Sami: Lucas... I want you to...
Lucas: You want me to keep kissing you? But of course. My pleasure.
Marlena: Celeste... have you told me everything you know? Good. I'm going to erase your memory now. It's finally time.
Celeste: [Gasps] Dear God.
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.
Mickey: I don't know what I'm going to do with the place, Julie. I can't think straight. Too many memories. Too much pain.
Julie: Well, I understand, Uncle Mickey.
Mickey: I do appreciate your wanting to help, though, Julie.
Julie: It's our pleasure.
Mickey: Valentine's day was always special for Maggie and me. It was our anniversary. We always celebrated here.
Julie: Your anniversary. Oh, Uncle Mickey.
Mickey: Well, I'm going to go home now. Thanks for lending a hand.
Doug: Okay. Take it easy.
Julie: Oh. I had forgotten it was their anniversary. Do you think he should be alone right now?
Doug: Yes, I think a little alone time is exactly what Mickey needs right now.
Julie: Well, let's hope Bonnie Lockhart doesn't throw herself all over him again.
Doug: I have never seen anyone rub you the wrong way the way she does.
Julie: She's a bottom-feeder, Doug. She is the last thing in the world Uncle Mickey needs in his life right now.
Shawn-D: No, no, miss Lockhart. I-I -- Belle's not pregnant. I don't know what would have given you that idea.
Bonnie: You look so upset. What else could get you in such a tizzy?
Shawn-D: Belle and I went to the circus tent tonight. A sandbag fell. It nearly crushed her.
Bonnie: How awful. Do you think it was an accident?
Shawn-D: Well, I think it could have been the killer.
Bonnie: Oh, my lord.
Shawn-D: Yeah. I don't know for sure, but Belle's very shaken up, and I just want to do something nice for her.
Bonnie: Aren't you sweet.
Shawn-D: All right, well, I'm trying to find out a way to get Belle and I alone, and that's where my Uncle Mickey comes in.
Bonnie: What do you mean? I get it -- Tuscany.
Shawn-D: Yeah, actually, I was hoping my Uncle Mickey would give me the keys. It's closed anyway. I'm just trying to give Belle a valentine's day that she'll remember forever.
Bonnie: Don't you worry, Shawn. I know how to get you exactly what you want. Ha ha. What we both want.
Sami: Lucas, we can't be doing this.
Lucas: Oh, come on, Sami. I have fantasized about making love to you over 100 times.
Lucas: Yeah, really. You sound shocked. I know you feel the same pull I do.
Sami: I don't know what you're talking about.
Lucas: I'm talking about this. And this.
Sami: Okay. I admit it. I want you. Make love to me, Lucas. Make both of our fantasies come true.
Celeste: Marlena, no!
John: It never should have come to this. It's my fault, isn't it?
John: Well, I've been telling you over and over again you got to be prepared, that the killer's victims were all caught unaware. That's obviously why you've got that knife in your bedroom.
Marlena: Oh, my goodness. You're right. I didn't feel that the security alarm was enough. Uh, then I heard someone racing up the stairs, and I -- I guess I panicked.
Celeste: John, why did you come back here? Has something else happened? Has someone else been hurt? [Gasps] Oh, God, has somebody been killed?
John: I just wanted to share some news with you. Shawn and Belle found something that may lead us to I.D. the killer.
Marlena: Really? What?
John: A button attached to a blue piece of clothing.
Celeste: Dear God. I had a vision of the killer wearing blue.
John: I'm not surprised. And if I'm not mistaken, there's a bit of blood on it.
Marlena: Where did you find it?
John: I didnít. I told you, Belle and Shawn did. On the circus tent catwalk where the killer had rigged up that bucket of blood to fall on Tony. Now... we find out who this button belongs to, we have got our killer.
Celeste: Yes. I saw it very clearly. It's the exact same color blue. You're right, John. It does belong to the killer.
Marlena: Well... it isn't very practical, is it? Searching for one blue dress... suit in all of Salem?
John: You're right. It would be impossible if we didn't have our secret weapon.
Marlena: A weapon -- you mean some new gizmo of Tek's?
John: No, something better than the P.D. lab or the I.S.A. could come up with for that matter.
John: You. Why don't you take this button, hold it in your hand, and concentrate, Celeste? See if you can come up with something -- images, faces, anything.
Celeste: I'll try.
[Cellular phone rings]
Nicole: How dare you read my private correspondences?
Brady: Nicole, it's a little difficult when we're like this.
Nicole: I was talking to my lawyer, okay? Victor's been breathing down my neck, threatening me with a divorce, and worse, he's been toying with the very sick idea of accusing me of being the killer.
Victor: If I die, Nicole doesn't get a damn dime. You get it? And remember, when my private safe is opened, make sure it's done in the presence of my son -- both as next of kin and as a representative of the Salem police department. Never mind why. Just follow my instructions. That is, if I die.
Sami: That was incredible. Better than any fantasy.
Lucas: I have another fantasy that I want to fulfill.
Sami: Really? Already? Don't you have to take a break and build up your strength?
Lucas: No. No, I think we're ready to segue from this fantasy come true to the next.
Sami: How kinky is -- how kinky is it?
Lucas: It's not a sexual fantasy. It's, uh, it's more of a domestic one.
Lucas: Yeah. I want will to have the loving, caring, committed parents that he so desperately wants.
Sami: But how can that happen?
Lucas: Well, you can marry me.
Lucas: Let's make a lifetime commitment. Let's spend the rest of our lives together. You and me, the good, the bad... our house... our bed... yeah, we'd drive each other crazy, yeah, but we do that anyway. The only difference is we'll be having great sex.
Sami: Ha ha.
Lucas: And we'll be a family -- a real family, just you, me, and will. Come on, Sami. What do you say?
Sami: Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?
Sami: What the hell was that about?
Marlena: John... this is just crazy.
John: Tell me exactly what you saw before, Celeste.
Celeste: Well, it was blurry. I saw the killer, the blue outfit, but that's all.
Marlena: You know, uh... this is a waste of our time. We should be moving on to proven methods.
John: Yeah, we'll get back to that. Right now I want to see if this works here. Concentrate. Tell me what you see.
John: You getting anything?
Celeste: Nothing, John. Perhaps if we took the object out of the bag.
Marlena: No, we can't do that. That's evidence. You would contaminate it.
John: I'll risk it. Go ahead. Take the button out of the bag and hold it in your hand. Doc, you going somewhere?
Marlena: Uh, no. No, no.
John: No, I just want to keep movements to a minimum, so... lessen the distraction, please.
Marlena: Sure. Oh, sure, honey. I'm sorry. I'll, uh, I'll just stand over here.
Celeste: Yes. Oh, yes, I am feeling something.
John: What is it?
Celeste: I see. Oh, yes. I can see it.
John: All right, tell me, Celeste -- who's the killer?
Shawn-D: Do you really think you can convince Uncle Mickey to let me use Tuscany for the night?
Bonnie: No sweat, kiddo. Here he is now. Hey.
Shawn-D: Hey, Uncle Mickey.
Bonnie: Oh, Mickey, you look terrible. Here, let me take your coat.
Mickey: Thank you, Bonnie. I didn't expect to see you here, Shawn. If you came by because you're worried about me, it's not necessary. I'm fine. It is a rough road. This is the first anniversary without Maggie, but... I'll manage.
Bonnie: So that's why he's so sad.
Shawn-D: I am so sorry, Uncle Mickey. I-I didn't even realize it was your anniversary. And I-I'm thinking selfishly about my own valentine's day plans, and...
Bonnie: This young fella wants to give his gal a wonderful night at Tuscany.
Mickey: Tuscany is closed.
Bonnie: Oh, he knows, he knows. He was thinking it could be a private party -- just him and Belle.
Maggie: Mickey, I can't believe you went to all this trouble.
Mickey: It's our anniversary. A little celebrating is in order.
Maggie: A little? Oh, you've reserved the whole restaurant.
Mickey: It was easy. I have an in with the owner.
Maggie: Yes, you do.
Mickey: Shall we dance?
Mickey: Happy Valentineís Day, red.
Maggie: Happy anniversary, my darling.
Mickey: I'm sorry, Shawn. The answer's no.
Sami: I must be losing my mind. Cold, cold. Aah. Oh, God.
Sami: Steamy dreams about Lucas -- that's just disgusting.
Sami: Oh, my God. Snakes -- not again.
John: Do you see the killer? Who is it?
Celeste: [Gasps] I-I can't see the killer's face, but I can see the suit, John. It's from baron's department store.
Woman: May I help you?
Marlena: Yes. I really need that suit. Ha ha ha.
Woman: I'm sure it'll look lovely on you. Do you have a charge with us?
John: Tek. Yeah, it's me. We just caught a break in the case. I want you to get a hold of the manager at baron's department store and tell him I'm on my way. Yeah, I know it's closed. He's going to have to get someone to open it up. Have a store rep meet me in the women's department. I'll explain it all later. Yeah. Well, ladies, grab your coats. We're going shopping for a killer.
John: You coming? Don't you want to be there to find out who the stalker is?
John: All right. Let's go. I'll get your coat.
Marlena: No! I'll -- I'll -- I'll -- I'll -- I'll get it.
John: Okay, snap it up.
Brady: I didn't know you hired a lawyer.
Nicole: I didn't say that. I just consulted with one.
Brady: Is that your lawyer?
Nicole: No. It's my brother Brandon, and if you'll excuse me, I'd like a little privacy.
Nicole's voice: Will you keep deal?
Jan's voice: I've never done this before.
Nicole's voice: Do it or Shawn knows about you.
Jan's voice: Donít. I love Shawn.
Nicole's voice: I'll help you. First kill Victor.
Jan's voice: How?
Nicole's voice: Be creative.
Jan's voice: When?
Nicole's voice: Now.
Jan's voice: So soon?
Nicole's voice: Kill this bastard or lose Shawn.
Jan's voice: On my way.
Nicole: [Thinking] By tonight, I'll be the very rich and merry widow Kiriakis. For a limited time only! Play new extravaganza.
Sami: Oh, my God. Are you crazy? You just scared me to death.
Lucas: I'm sorry, all right? I didn't mean to scare you.
Sami: God, I just -- I thought you were a snake. You are a snake, but I mean, I thought you were the kind that was in my sleeping bag earlier. You were in my sleeping bag, but --
Lucas: Enough already, all right? What the hell are you doing out here?
Sami: I couldn't sleep.
Lucas: Yeah? I think I know why.
Sami: You don't know jack, Lucas. It's because of you. You were snoring and tossing and turning and taking up all the room.
Lucas: What the hell are you bitching about? I offered you my sleeping bag all to yourself, Sami.
Sami: I don't need any favors from you.
Lucas: Fine, then I guess I won't offer any more.
Sami: What are you staring at?
Lucas: I just got this sudden urge to take you in my arms.
Sami: The hell you will. If you think you can make some sort of cheap-ass pass at me just because we're here --
Lucas: No, the reason why I said that is because it's freezing out here. I wanted to take you in my arms to warm you up. Now come on.
Sami: No, I told you, I don't want any favors from you. I've got my jacket right here.
Lucas: I can't take it. It's too cold out here. Let's go back into the tent like normal people.
Sami: No thank you.
Lucas: No? Fine. Fine, I guess I'll gather some more firewood and rebuild this fire for you.
Sami: What, you think I can't build a fire on my own?
Lucas: I can't have you go stumbling through the woods at night, Sami. There's a tiger on the loose -- or did you forget?
Sami: Don't try to scare me. That tiger is miles away. You told me so yourself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some wood to gather.
Nicole: Brady, I am bored.
Brady: It's not my job to amuse you, Nicole.
Nicole: Let's go for a drive. It'll be fun. You clutch, I'll shift.
Brady: All right, you know what? Fine. Anything to get you to stop harping at me.
Nicole: Great. Ahem. Don't wait up.
Victor: Yes, this is Victor Kiriakis. I know you said you couldn't get them off, but this is an emergency. You're supposed to be the best locksmith in the state. I don't care what you have to do or what it costs. I want those damn handcuffs off tonight.
John: I appreciate you coming down this late at night. I'm sure you realize it's rather important.
Woman: Uh, yeah, that's what my boss said on the phone. I guess you're with the police.
John: I'm working in conjunction with them on the Salem serial killer case, yeah.
Celeste: John. Look, darling, this is it.
John: What can you tell me about this suit?
Woman: Well, it was designed exclusively for Baronís. I believe we only ordered a dozen of them from the manufacturer. This is the only one we have left.
Celeste: It's a match.
John: Hmm. I am going to need a list of names of all 11 women who purchased this particular design.
Woman: That's not so easy. It could take a while.
John: Take all night. I'm not leaving without 'em.
Woman: I'll see what I can do.
John: Got a feeling in my bones... we're going to be locking up the killer tonight.
Shawn-D: Uncle Mickey, why is it you don't want me to use Tuscany? I mean, it's just sitting there empty. I mean, it's not like Belle and I are going to make a mess or break anything.
Mickey: That isn't it.
Bonnie: What is it, then?
Maggie: Oh, Mickey. Sparkling cider. You never forget a single detail.
Mickey: Life has no meaning for me without you, Maggie. You mean everything to me. Do you know that?
Maggie: We'll never be apart again. I promise.
Mickey: That was one promise you couldn't keep, my love.
Mickey: Ahem. Uh, nothing, nothing. Shawn, I-I would like to help you out, but I-I just canít. The place holds too many memories for me.
Bonnie: And that's as it should be, Mickey. What you and Mrs. Horton had was something very wonderful, very special, and it shouldn't die just because your wife did.
Mickey: Excuse me?
Bonnie: What better way to keep your love alive than to share it with young folks like Belle and Shawn? That way it could be, um... oh, gosh, what's the word I'm looking for? A legacy. Wouldn't that be what your wife would really want?
Brady: I don't want to be here, Nicole, so why am I here?
Man: What'll it be?
Brady: Two coffees, please.
Nicole: Oh, that would be great, but, uh, instead of a mug, can you bring me a glass? And instead of the coffee, can you bring me a vodka, double?
Brady: You know, drinking doesn't help.
Nicole: No, but you will. You will keep me out of trouble, and if the killer strikes again, you will be my alibi.
Jan: [Thinking] Can I really kill someone? If I don't, Nicole won't help me get Shawn. I love him so much. I have to do it.
Nicole: Ahh. 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.
Brady: You wouldnít.
Nicole: I would.
Brady: You win.
Nicole: Ha ha.
[New country song starts]
She came through the front door
looking fast as a big train
booking down the line
she was lookin' fine
long and lean
and dressed to kill
Woman: Mr. Black, we have a record of five women buying this suit with a credit card.
John: Let me take a look at those. Mm, no. Three of these orders are from out of town on the baron's web site. I know this woman.
Celeste: Who is she?
John: It's the police commissioner's wife. Not suspect material. This lady here -- why does her name ring a bell? Oh, yeah, I serve with her on the hospital board. She's got to be 70 or 80. Not a killer.
Celeste: [Sighs] A dead end.
John: What about other sales?
Woman: Well, they would have purchased the suit with cash.
John: Well, don't you have some record of that transaction?
Woman: Yes. But there's no name.
John: Yeah. Do you work in this department often?
Woman: Mm-hmm, yes.
John: Perhaps you sold the killer this suit. Try to remember if you sold that outfit to a woman who paid cash.
Woman: I'll try. I'll also look in the back one more time. There might be something else useful on file.
John: Thank you. Damn it. Sorry, doc. You're probably right. This may just be a waste of time.
Sami: Man, all this wood is wet. What am I supposed to do? There's -- oh. Well, how about that? Someone's left wood for me. This will be perfect. I'll just get this together, and I'll -- whoa! Aah! [Coughing] Ow! [Groaning] Damn it, Lucas, this is all your fault.
Julie: I've got it. I've got it. We throw a special invitation-only Valentineís Day party. It's what we all need right now. Salem's been so grim, so depressing lately.
Doug: Yes, and why do I get the feeling that you have a hidden agenda here?
Julie: Well, if I could prove to Uncle Mickey that I am the hostess with the mostest and spread a little cheer -- I think I can do it. And I can beat out Bonnie Lockhart at the same time.
Mickey: All right, Shawn, I'll give you the keys. The holiday decorations are in the storeroom. Oh, wait a minute. I don't have the keys. I gave them to Doug and Julie this morning. They're over at Tuscany now.
Mickey: Yeah, Julie is doing some business details for me. I'll just give them a call, tell them you're on the way over, Shawn.
Shawn-D: Thanks, uncle Mackey.
Julie: Honey, it's closed. The place is closed. Let's let the machine get it.
Mickey: Nobody's answering. Maybe they've left already.
Bonnie: I hope so.
Mickey: Wait, I've got an extra set of keys in the bedroom. Be right back.
Bonnie: Shawn, um, why don't you let me help you plan your special night?
Shawn-D: Well, that's very nice of you, but --
Bonnie: I'll just go get my purse, and we'll head on over just as soon as Mickey hands over those keys. This could not be more perfect. I am going to prove to Mickey that I should be the one running Tuscany, and that snooty Julie Horton Williams can just kiss my grits.
Nicole: What is that?
Brady: It's my pager, letting me know that the business day has started in Europe. I have to go home and send some faxes.
Nicole: Uh, I'm not ready yet.
Brady: Well, too bad, because we're leaving.
Nicole: What?! Okay, Jan, you better be gone when we get back, and Victor better be dead.
Henderson: Mr. Kiriakis, I've returned. Is there anything I can get you before I retire for the night?
Victor: Oh, just put the lights out, Henderson.
Henderson: Good night, sir.
Victor: Good night, Henderson.
Jan: It's a good thing I knew to turn that alarm system back on.
Lucas: Sami should be back here by now. Where the hell is she?
Sami: Oh. Ow! Ooh. Man. Well, it shouldn't be too tough to climb out.
Sami: Lucas, if that is you, I am not scared!
Celeste: John, I'm sorry you didn't get the answers you sought.
John: Well, I'm not giving up.
Celeste: Of course not. But it's late, and we're all exhausted. I for one have a splitting headache, so let's go home and get some rest. Marlena, I will call you soon and we'll reschedule with our session, all right?
Marlena: Good. The sooner, the better.
Celeste: Yeah. Good night.
John: Good night, Celeste.
Marlena: Good night. I think that you should go, too, hmm?
Woman: Mr. Black, I'm sorry. I checked and rechecked all our files. We just don't have a name with any of those other purchases.
John: Well, nothing's been easy. Thanks for your effort.
Woman: Mr. Black, that woman over there -- I remember now. I sold her one of the suits.
ďNext on Days Of Our LivesĒ
Brady: What the hell are you doing?
Nicole: I sleep better naked. Do you have a problem with that?
Sami: You left me to get eaten by a tiger!
Shawn-D: Where's Belle?
John: She's with her mother. She couldn't be any safer than that, right?
Belle: That's the suit that the killer was wearing at the circus the night Tony was murdered. Why are you cutting it up? Mom, tell me the truth. What's going on?
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