Days Transcript Wednesday 2/25/04

Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 2/25/04 - Canada; Thursday 2/26/04 - U.S.A.

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Brady: Dad.

John: Hey, kid.

Brady: It's late. What the hell are you doing here?

John: Well, I know it's late. You're upset about your grandfather. I just wanted to check in on you before I shut it down for the night. Did I wake you?

Brady: No, no. I'm just glad you're here.

John: Can't sleep?

Brady: No. Every time I close my eyes, I just see my grandfather in the tub.

John: Yeah, I'm sorry you had to find him like that.

Brady: So am I. I just can't believe he's gone, you know?

John: And... where's his murderer? Is she here?

Brady: You're not talking about Nicole, are you?

John: You're damn straight I am.

Jan: [Gasping]

Nicole: Oh. Oh, my God. Jan. Oh. Jan, wake up. You can't die. You hear me? Oh. Oh... if they find her dead in my bathroom, I am totally busted.

Shawn-D: Mom, hey. Hang on a second.

Hope: Oh, Shawn, thank God. Honey, I was beginning to worry when I got your call.

Shawn-D: I'm sorry to bother you so late.

Hope: No, don't worry about it. It sounded important.

Shawn-D: Where's Dad?

Hope: He was exhausted, so I decided not to wake him. Belle, are you okay, honey? You look like you've been crying.

Belle: Oh, um, I'm fine.

Hope: What happened? Shawn, will you tell me what this is all about?

Shawn-D: Come on. I'll show you.

Hope: What's going on, Shawn? What do you want to show me?

Shawn-D: [Sighs] This.

Hope: Oh, my God. Is that blood?

Shawn-D: It's blood, Mom.

Hope: What on earth? Honey, are you all right?

Shawn-D: No, no, don't worry. I'm fine.

Hope: What do you mean, don't worry? Your sheets are drenched in blood. They're all cut up. What -- what the hell happened here? Who did this?

Shawn-D: I'll give you one guess.

Hope: The killer.

Shawn-D: There's no doubt in my mind.

Julie: Darling, what's the matter? Did you have another nightmare?

Doug: It wasn't a nightmare. I remembered something.

Julie: What?

Doug: I know. I know who the killer is.

Julie: What are you talking about? How can you possibly know who the killer is?

Doug: I know because I saw her.

Julie: What?

Doug: I saw her come out of Tony’s cubicle right after she had injected him with that drug that ended his life.

Brady: Dad, in the midst of this chaos, this nightmare that we're all involved in, I know one thing -- Nicole could not have killed my grandfather. I was with her the entire time. We were handcuffed together.

John: A bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

Brady: See, that's what I thought at first, but the fact remains, she couldn't have done it.

John: Not by herself, anyway.

Brady: What, do you think she had an accomplice?

John: What could be more perfect? Handcuffed to you when she has someone else do the deed, gives her an airtight alibi.

Brady: Yeah, I guess it's possible, but --

John: More than just possible, son. Probable.

Brady: All right, but even if you're right, there's still one unanswered question. Who could Nicole have found to commit murder for her?

Nicole: Jan. Jan, damn it, wake up. Wake up. Oh. Oh. Hey.

Jan: Mm.

Nicole: Oh, thank God.

Jan: Mm. Ugh, what -- ooh. Ugh. What'd you do that for?

Nicole: You passed out. Come on.

Jan: So it's not bad enough that the killer tries to stab me? I mean, you have to go and drown me.

Nicole: The killer did this to you? Jan, you have to tell me everything. What happened?

Jan: The -- the killer stabbed me with a knife. I mean -- oh, what does it look like?

Nicole: Who stabbed you?

Jan: The killer. Can you not see that I am bleeding? You know, maybe you can do something, help me, go get something.

Nicole: Yeah.

Jan: Go.

Nicole: Here, here. Here. Just put this towel against your wound. It'll act like a compress. It'll help stop the bleeding, okay?

Jan: Oh.

Nicole: Here.

Jan: Yeah. Yeah, thanks. Oh, don't worry. I'm -- I'm all better now.

Nicole: Who is it? Who did this to you? Who is the killer, Jan?

Jan: I don't know. It wa-- it was dark. I d-- I saw a shadow.

Nicole: She stabbed you, and all you saw was a shadow?

Jan: Look, I was hiding under Shawn’s sheets, okay?

Nicole: You what?

Jan: Shawn didn't see me, okay? I just -- I wanted to give him a surprise. I guess I'm the one that ended up getting surprised.

Nicole: I can't believe you went to see Shawn. What -- are you crazy? Don't answer that. Just tell me, Jan -- what were you thinking?

Jan: I was thinking that maybe since he and Belle just broke up, that it was my chance. He was mine for the taking.

Nicole: I see. So Shawn would show up, and you would just what, jump his bones and yell "surprise"?

Jan: Yeah. Or, you know, something like that.

Nicole: Oh, okay. And he would just be thrilled to see you and instantly have sex with you, huh? With the psycho stalker hiding in his bed. Never mind that he just broke up with the love of his life. What a looney toon. How did I ever get mixed up with you?

Jan: You needed my help, remember? You know, to off your husband, which I did, by the way. And you know what? You owe me. I think you should pay me back now.

Hope: You're telling me the killer was here -- in your room.

Shawn-D: Well, it had to be. Who else could have done this?

Hope: How did she get in? And whose blood is this?

Belle: That's what I'd like to know.

Shawn-D: I have no idea, but this is some sort of warning.

Hope: But why? Why would the killer come after you?

Shawn-D: Because I'm a Brady. Obviously she's hell-bent on taking down our entire family.

Hope: I'm calling Tek. We're going over every inch of this place tonight, and we're not leaving until we find something to nail this lunatic once and for all.

Julie: Are you sure you actually saw the killer?

Doug: Absolutely sure.

Julie: My God. Who is it?

Doug: Someone we... know, someone we care about.

Julie: Who?

Doug: I'm sorry. I can't tell you that. I-I won’t.

Nicole: Jan, look at me. Look at me. Listen to me. This is important. Are you absolutely positive that you did not see the killer's face? Because if you can I.D. her --

Jan: I can't, okay? I ca-- I can’t. I -- I don't know. I must have gone into shock or something, blacked out. And when -- oh, my God. I bet she thought I was dead.

Nicole: Well, then what? When you woke up, was she still there?

Jan: No. No, she was gone, and I just got the hell out of there.

Nicole: Damn it. If you could have seen the killer's face, I'd be in the clear.

Jan: Hello. Is all you care about yourself? You know, and saving your own ass, because I am still bleeding here, and it really hurts.

Nicole: All right, all right. Let me see. Let me see.

Jan: Ow!

Nicole: Ew.

Jan: Aah. Is it really bad? Is it really bad?

Nicole: Yeah, she did a good job on you.

Jan: Oh, my God. Oh, my God I-I could totally die. I could bleed to death. Nicole, oh, my God. You've got to help me. Please take me to the hospital, an E.R., come on.

Nicole: Forget it. I'm not taking you anywhere.

Tek: The Salem stalker's having a busy night.

Hope: Yeah, I'm hoping she might have slipped up this time.

Tek: Well, I'll get to work, see what we got. Unless there's something else you can tell me, Shawn.

Hope: Yeah, anything, anything at all, honey, no matter how trivial or silly you think it might be.

Shawn-D: No, no. There's nothing else I can think of.

Hope: All right.

Tek: But if you do...

Shawn-D: Yeah. I'll let you know.

Hope: I'll be helping Tek. Follow me.

Belle: Thank you.

Shawn-D: For what?

Belle: For not telling them what you thought about my mom.

Shawn-D: All right, let's not get into that right now, okay? Let's just see if Tek finds anything.

Belle: Oh, my God. You still think she did it, don't you?

Julie: Why can't you just tell me who the killer is?

Doug: Because I have to be sure before I start making any accusations. There's too much at stake here. Her -- her good name, her whole life.

Julie: But you said before that you were sure.

Doug: But it just doesn't seem possible.

Julie: Darling, darling, maybe you dreamed it.

Doug: No, I-I remember. I know what I saw.

Julie: Which was what, exactly? Doug... if it is the woman that you suspect, she has to be stopped before she kills again. She might threaten someone we know. She might threaten somebody we love.

Doug: That's right, and it could be you, if she found out that I told you.

Julie: She's not going to find out you told me.

Doug: We don't know that, and I'm not going to put your life at risk. Not for anything.

Julie: Oh, Doug.

Doug: Okay, I know what I have to do. I have to make sure, 100% sure, that she is the killer. Then I go to the police, and I tell them everything.

Julie: No. No.

Doug: But you just --

Julie: Absolutely not.

Doug: You just said yourself she has to be stopped.

Julie: Wait, wait. I know what I said. I was wrong. It is too dangerous. You can't breathe a word of this to anybody -- ever. If she even suspects that you know, you're as good as dead.

Brady: Dad, I'm having a hard enough time buying Nicole as my grandfather's killer, but the Salem stalker?

John: All right, let's take a look at this, kid -- just before Abe was killed, he made a big announcement, didn't he? Said he was going to make an arrest.

Brady: Right, Colin Murphy’s murderer.

John: Yeah, and the number one suspect was who? Nicole. After Abe was murdered, who was next? None other than Jack Deveraux, 'cause he figured out that she had killed Colin Murphy. Then you got, you got Caroline, you got Maggie, you got Cassíe, Tony -- all had to be eliminated because they were getting ready to out the killer.

Brady: Okay, where does Roman come in?

John: Who knows? Maybe as the commander, he stumbled upon some of Abe’s hidden files that proved her guilt.

Brady: Aw, that's a bit of a reach, Dad.

John: I don't think so, and I also believe that Victor has got the same kind of evidence. That's why he wanted to make sure that Bo was going to be present when they open that safe in the morning.

Brady: So you're telling me that my grandfather has proof of every murder in that safe?

John: No, of course not. But he's got something, you can bet on that -- something big.

Brady: What makes you so sure?

John: 'Cause I know vic. You cross that man, he will go to any lengths to settle the score, even from the grave.

Brady: I don't like thinking of him like that.

John: What, vengeful or dead?

Brady: Either one.

John: Aw, come on, Brady. It's not as though Nicole doesn't deserve what she's going to get. Where is that black widow, anyway?

Brady: She's upstairs in her room.

John: Yeah, probably sleeping like a baby.

Brady: That's not true. She's been having nightmares, horrible nightmares all night about Granddad.

John: Perfect. Another sure sign of her guilt.

Jan: What is your problem, Nicole? Why won't you help me? Come on. Take me to a doctor.

Nicole: Because, you idiot, I can't be seen driving you around town, never mind checking you into a hospital. I mean, how are we going to explain a knife wound to the cops?

Jan: The truth. I was attacked by the serial killer.

Nicole: I thought you didn't want anyone to know you were in town.

Jan: Look, I don't want to bleed to death, either. Or is that what you want? Oh. I see. Now that I've done your dirty work and Victor is dead, you have no use for me?

Nicole: Don't be ridiculous. I don't want you to die. At least not here in my bathroom.

Jan: Well, then, why don't you go help me? Now. Or you're going to have another dead body on your hands.

Nicole: All right, all right, all right. Don't be so melodramatic. I think I have a solution. Just hold on. I'll be right back.

Jan: Wait. Where are you going?

Nicole: I'll be right back.

Jan: [Moans] Oh, God, please, God, don't let me die -- not when I'm so close to getting everything I want. Please.

Nicole: Okay, Jan. The doctor is in.

Jan: You? What are you going to do, and what is in that bag?

Nicole: It's my travel sewing kit. I'm going to stitch you myself.

Belle: I can't believe we're going through this again. Shawn, you know that my mom was with us when your grandfather was killed.

Shawn-D: Yes, I know.

Belle: Plus, my key to your apartment is still at my place, which proves my mom had no way of getting in here. You even admitted that. Not to mention that whoever did this would have to be completely bloody, and when you saw my mom a little while ago, she was spotless.

Shawn-D: All right, listen, if I can just get a word in, please.

Belle: I'm just afraid to hear what you have to say.

Shawn-D: I am not saying anything. I just want to wait and see if they find anything in there.

Belle: I can't believe you. We had finished this.

Shawn-D: Did you find anything?

Tek: Yeah, we found multiple strands of long dark hair on your bed, as well as smudges of lipstick and makeup on your pillow.

Belle: Oh, my God. You had a girl in your bed tonight?

Doug: Sweetheart, I understand that you're scared, but if this person real I is the killer, she's got to be stopped.

Julie: Oh, I agree. But not by you. Not at the cost of your life. If anything happened to you...

Doug: Oh, come on, come on. There, now. [As John Wayne] Hey, pilgrim, I'm gonna be careful.

Julie: Careful?! What difference does that make? This woman is unstoppable. This creature is relentless, especially when she thinks she's threatened. Maggie's dead, and Tony and Caroline, that girl Cassíe. They're dead -- dead in cold blood, just because they thought -- thought -- they knew the identity of the killer.

Doug: That's right, but I cannot just do nothing.

Julie: What did you mean when you said you had to be sure before you went to the police, Doug? I knew it. You think you're gonna go poking around and find out for yourself. If she even thought for a moment that you suspect her -- I know what to do. Doug, you have to go to hope.

Doug: Hope?

Julie: Well, she's not only a police officer, she's your daughter. She knows how to protect you, and she can investigate this theory of yours while the killer doesn't know that you're after her. It's the only thing to do!

Doug: Okay, you're right. You're right. I cannot wait. I have to tell someone, and there is one person I know who can help me. I'll go see her.

Julie: You don't mean now!

Doug: Yes, right now.

Julie: Can't it wait till tomorrow morning?

Doug: Not another night. No. You go back to bed. Try to get some rest.

Julie: Oh, yeah, sure.

Doug: Yeah. Ha ha ha.

Doug: I'll be back soon. Don't worry.

Shawn-D: Look, I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I can assure you no one was in my bed tonight.

Tek: I'm sorry to dispute that, Shawn, but the evidence indicates that a woman -- a brunette -- was in your bed at some point this evening.

Hope: Yeah, and whoever she was, she was obviously stabbed.

Shawn-D: Oh, my gosh. This is just getting crazier and crazier.

Hope: What do you mean?

Shawn-D: I had this dream tonight that someone was in my bed, that I pulled her down and I kissed her. I thought it was Belle. But when I woke up, no one was there. That's why I ran over to your apartment. I asked you if you had been in my room.

Hope: Had you been?

Belle: Wasn't me.

Shawn-D: Well, I don't know. Someone was there.

Hope: Did you check the fire escape, the windows?

Shawn-D: Yes, yes, I did. Even when I went over to Belle's apartment, I locked the door behind me.

Tek: Well, do you have a spare key outside under the mat, on the door ledge?

Shawn-D: No, no, I keep an extra key in Belle's apartment, but it was right where it always is. We checked.

Tek: Well, somebody got in here somehow.

Hope: Two people got in here. Whoever was in Shawn’s bed, and the person who stabbed her.

Tek: I'm gonna get back to work.

Hope: I'll be back.

Shawn-D: No, no, no. Don't do this, Belle. Don't --

Belle: Who was she, Shawn? Who was the girl that you had sex with tonight?

John: Let's look at it like this, Brady. If Nicole is the serial killer, all this madness is over and done with, right?

Brady: Yeah, and if she isn't, the killer will still be out there.

John: Fine, then we'll find her before she kills someone else.

Brady: You know what? Even Nicole, with all of her faults, is not a cold-blooded killer, okay?

John: Damn it, she's gotten to you, hasn't she?

Brady: No, she hasn't! I've just seen a side of Nicole that nobody else has.

John: Yeah, and what side is that?

Brady: The side of a scared little girl who is desperately looking for someone to love her. And I'm sorry, Dad. I can't reconcile that with someone who kills over and over again with no remorse.

John: Who says she doesn't have any remorse? Over half of these killings were done simply to keep from being caught. There is no stronger motive than self-preservation.

Brady: All right, even so, it just doesn't fit with what I've come to know about her.

John: Maybe this other side is just an act, and the real Nicole is just what I suspect -- a cold, calculating killer who will stop at nothing until she gets what she wants.

Jan: Are you crazy? There is no way I am letting you sew me up.

Nicole: Fine. Then you can either go to the E.R. and lose Shawn in the process, or you can bleed to death right here. But if you choose the latter, could you get in the tub before you make a bigger mess?

Jan: You really are heartless.

Nicole: No, Jan, I'm practical. Do you or don't you want to die?

Jan: Of course I don't want to die. I have too much to live for now that Shawn’s about to be mine. Which he won't be if we go to the E.R. and the truth comes out.

Nicole: Mm-hmm. Now you're talking smart. So can we get on with this?

Jan: Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Nicole: Well, I'm no Martha Stewart, but I can sew on a button. Can't be that much harder, right? All right, come on. Sit down over here so I can work on you. Come on, sit.

Jan: It's not exactly a sterile environment.

Nicole: Well, don't you worry. I have an antiseptic and a painkiller all in one. Here, take a swig.

Jan: No, thanks.

Nicole: Well, you better, or this is gonna hurt like holy hell. That's right.

Jan: Mmm.

Nicole: Just take another one. Come on.

Jan: Yeah. You're right, this isn't so bad.

Nicole: Trust me, it numbs the pain like nothing else. Okay. Let's go. Take the towel off. I'm ready to start.

Jan: Is that, um, needle even sterile?

Nicole: It is now. Here.

Jan: Aah! Ooh!

Nicole: Shh!

Jan: What did you do that for?

Nicole: Just keep your voice down, okay? It's to stop the infection. Here. Have some more anesthesia. Since you're obviously going to be such a baby about this, bite on this.

Jan: A bullet? What are you doing with a bullet?

Nicole: Long story. Suffice it to say it belonged to a dear, departed friend named Larry.

Jan: You really think that's gonna help?

Nicole: It can't hurt. Good girl. Well...what the hell. Calm my nerves. Mm.

Nicole: Well, here goes. Yuck.

Julie: Sleep. Sleep's the only thing that'll keep me from worrying. I'm too worried to sleep. Well, I shouldn't be. Doug is fine. He'll be home before I know it. I just need to relax... think good thoughts.

Maggie: Julie.

Julie: Maggie.

Maggie: In the flesh. Well, almost.

Julie: No. I'm dreaming.

Shawn-D: I swear to you I did not have sex with anyone tonight.

Belle: Please, Shawn. Don't lie. You heard Tek. There is physical evidence that there was a girl in your bed tonight, a girl with long, dark hair.

Shawn-D: I have no idea how that got there.

Belle: Will you just stop? You've been busted already! Just tell me the truth! You got tired of waiting for me, didn't you? You got tired of wearing these stupid purity rings.

Shawn-D: Oh, is that what you think?

Belle: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Is this why you accused my mom of being the serial killer? Was this your way of getting me to break up with you so you could go be with this other girl?

Shawn-D: What? Did -- that is the craziest thing I ever heard! Are you even listening to yourself right now? No, listen, you need to hear this. Look at me. The last thing that I wanted is for us to break up. I was so afraid that I'd lost you tonight. You -- don't roll your eyes at me. I'm being serious. You were talking about how you think this is the worst Valentine’s Day you ever had. Well, it's the same for me, okay? I never wanted to think that your mother was a killer. As for this physical evidence of some other girl in my bed, honestly -- honestly -- I have no idea how it got there.

Belle: It must have just appeared out of nowhere, Shawn, right when you got that imaginary kiss.

Shawn-D: Okay. Obviously somebody was in my bed tonight, and whoever that person was got stabbed -- oh, you think I did it? You think I'm the killer now?

Belle: No, of course not.

Shawn-D: Okay. All right. So, come on, let's just focus on what's important here, all right? Like, who are the two people that were in my apartment tonight? And more importantly, what happened to the person who got stabbed?

Tek: I think I can answer that.

Jan: Do you think this is going to leave a scar?

Nicole: Oh, maybe just a little one.

Jan: Aah! Oh, no.

Nicole: Here. Have some more brandy.

Jan: Mm. Nicole?

Nicole: What?

Jan: Why do you think the killer came after me?

Nicole: She didn't go after you, Jan. She obviously went after Shawn.

Jan: Shawn? Oh, my God. I have to go warn him.

Nicole: No, no, no, no, no. I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Jan: He needs to know he's in danger.

Nicole: I'm sure he can figure that out when he sees all the blood in his bed, and if he doesn't, both his parents are cops.

Jan: But the killer -- what if she goes after him? I have to tell him. I have to --

Nicole: You know what? Fine. Fine. Go tell him. Then you can explain to him that you've been stalking him for months, and that's how you ended up in his bed, totally uninvited.

Jan: Ah... yeah, maybe it's not such a good idea, but --

Nicole: You think?

Jan: Why would the killer go after Shawn?

Nicole: Who knows? Who cares?

Jan: I do.

Nicole: Well, I don’t. We have more important things to worry about than Shawn Brady.

Jan: Like what?

Nicole: Like what's going to happen when they open Victor's safe tomorrow!

Jan: Mm!

Nicole: Sorry.

Jan: Ow!

Nicole: Here, just have some more to drink.

Brady: You know, Dad, my grandfather would agree with you. He was always telling me that I didn't know the real Nicole, and if I did, I'd be shocked.

John: Yeah, Vic would know her better than anybody. I mean, he was married to her. He had to have seen it all.

[Doorbell rings]

Brady: Who the hell could that be? Excuse me.

John: Yeah.

Man: I am so sorry to disturb you, Mr. Black.

Brady: Oh, no, no, that's fine. Come in, please. Did you forget something or... what's going on?

Man: No, no. Mr. Briscoe, your grandfather's attorney, contacted me about opening a safe in the morning. With this particular model, I know that won't be easy. I was hoping to take a look at it tonight.

Brady: Oh, yeah, of course. It's right this way. Follow me.

Man: Thank you.

Brady: Hey, Dad.

John: Yeah?

Brady: This is Mr. Trask. He's the locksmith who got Nicole and I out of the handcuffs. He's going to open Granddad's safe.

John: Ah, excellent. I hope you have no trouble opening it.

Mr. Trask: I'll do my best.

John: All right.

Brady: It's right over here.

John: Let's clean some of this gear off here, and make yourself at home.

Mr. Trask: All right.

John: Well, this is it. Won't be long, and we'll all know the truth.

Brady: Yeah. It's going to be very interesting to find out what's in that safe.

John: You know, there's so much riding on this, I'm kind of surprised Nicole hasn't tried to break in herself.

Brady: Well, that's impossible. It's foolproof, and only Granddad knew the combination.

John: Yeah, obviously, he wanted to make sure the contents didn't fall into the wrong hands, which makes me believe even more than ever that your dear step-grandmother is in for the shock of her life.

Julie: God, I'm not dreaming, am I?

Maggie: No, honey, you're not.

Julie: You are here. Why? Why did you come here, Maggie?

Maggie: I think you already know that, Julie. It's about Doug... and the great danger that he is in.

Jan: A safe? Ha ha. Open safe. Safe opening.

Nicole: What are you babbling about?

Jan: Oh, no. There's big trouble for Nicole. Big trouble in the safe for Nicole.

Nicole: You know what's big trouble for Nicole? You freaky wack job. You know what? Come on. Come on, get up. Get -- oh. No -- just over here.

Jan: You know, this stuff is really good. You -- I li-- I like it. And my arm -- it doesn't -- it doesn't even hurt anymore. Oh, wow, look at that. You did a really good job. You're -- you're good at this. Thank you.

Nicole: Yes, Jan, I am, and you know what I'm going to do now? I'm going to put you on ice while I figure out how to bust open that damn safe, okay?

Jan: Okay. Bye.

John: Listen, Brady, I don't mean to pry, but what do you plan on doing now that Vic’s gone?

Brady: Honestly, you know, I haven't even thought about it. I just know that after the will reading and the funeral, I'm going to head over to Europe, visit Chloe.

John: That's a good idea. 'Cause I got a feeling once that safe is opened in the morning, Nicole’s going to be going to jail, and... you probably don't want to be around for that.

Brady: Hey, Dad, I don't mean to pry, but Marlena was here earlier, and she seemed really tense. Is everything okay?

John: Well, she's going through some stuff. You know that. I mean, she really got rocked by Shawn’s accusation.

Brady: Well, I don't blame her. He basically accused her of being the serial killer.

John: Hey. I wouldn't mention that to too many people if I were you.

Brady: Yeah. Well, hey, it's too crazy even to repeat. I just hope that Shawn wises up before he permanently blows it with Belle.

Hope: So there's a good chance the victim, although wounded, survived and got away.

Shawn-D: What can you tell about the assailant?

Tek: Well, from the depth and angles of the slashes in the mattress, I'd estimate him or her to be of average strength, probably between 5'7" and 5'10" in height.

Shawn-D: Really? Wow. Anything else?

Hope: That's all we have for now, unfortunately.

Tek: I'm going to finish photographing the scene and dusting for prints.

Hope: Yeah, I need to bag the evidence. I want it sent straight to the lab.

Belle: I know what you're thinking. My mom is in that height range and of average strength, but she's not the killer, Shawn. She was with us when Victor was murdered.

Shawn-D: She was here earlier.

Belle: Yeah, because she came to check on me and bring me stuff for my cold.

Shawn-D: I still think... I don't know. I don't know. I think that I should tell my mom what's going on.

Belle: Nothing is going on. Please, Shawn -- if you love me, if you really care about me, you won't say one word about this ridiculous idea of yours to anyone. Not one word.

Jan: There was something about that safe. What was that? Oh, yeah. Yeah. I saw that -- that old dude. He opened it. And the lawyer dude. Oh... they said Nicole’s screwed with the stuff inside the safe. Oh, well. That's her problem. It's -- it's not my problem. Ha ha. Mmm.

John: How's it going?

Mr. Trask: Pretty sure I'm going to have to drill. The safe will be ruined.

John: That's all right. Do what you got to do. Right, Nicky K.? We're all very interested to know just what secrets Vic had hidden away, aren't we?

Nicole: The only thing you're interested in is sticking me with a murder rap. You know what? You're not going to get away with it, because I didn't have anything to do with Victor's death.

John: Well, Vic seemed to think otherwise.

Nicole: Well, he was wrong. Tell him, Brady. I don't believe it. Your father already has me convicted, and now you believe I'm guilty, too, don't you? Answer me.

Brady: Nicole, we're all going to get the answers we want just as soon as my grandfather's safe is opened tomorrow.

[Drill whirring]

Shawn-D: Mom, are you all right?

Hope: All that blood. Every time I look at it, I can't help thinking...

Shawn-D: Mom, I'm fine.

Hope: No, you're not fine, Shawn. You are in grave danger. That's obvious. All this time, I was so afraid the killer's next target would be your dad, but now I know it's you.

Shawn-D: No, no, no. If the killer wanted me dead, I would be.

Hope: She thought you were in that bed. Shawn --

Shawn-D: You're jumping to conclusions, Mom.

Hope: You don't understand. When I was just in there, it was like someone had walked over my grave. It was the most awful feeling, like someone close to me, someone I love, will be the next to die.

Maggie: Julie... Cassíe, Caroline, Tony, and myself -- we died because we were a threat to the killer.

Julie: Tell me who the killer is. Tell me who the killer is, Maggie, so I can save my husband.

Maggie: I'm sorry, Julie. I can’t. All I can do is warn you. If this person finds out what Doug knows, then there won't be anything that anyone can do to save him.

 [Door opens]

Doug: Um, I'm sorry to bother you so late, uh, but it's very important. I -- I'm afraid I know who the killer is, and you are the only one who can help me.

“Next On Days Of Our Lives”

Julie: It was Maggie. She had a message for me.

Alice: What was it?

Julie: Doug is in terrible danger.

Bo: So he was obviously the target.

Hope: Obviously, yes.

Bo: All right, she's dead. Come on.

Lucas: Have a nice life. Don't be too lonely without me.

Sami: You do not have feelings for Lucas.

Nicole: I got to figure out a way to get into that safe.

Jan: I know the combination.

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