Days Transcript Tuesday 3/23/04

Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 3/23/04 - Canada; Wednesday 3/24/04 - U.S.A.

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Jennifer: Aah -- no more dipping into that batter. You just scraped the whole bowl of vanilla.

Abby: Got to live a little, mom.

Jennifer: Yeah, okay. Oh, my goodness.

Abby: Which ones do you think great-gram's going to love more, the chocolate chunk or the vanilla cherry frosted?

Jennifer: Well, you know what, sweetie? I really hope that she likes both of them, 'cause she looked really down earlier, and that is not the Alice Horton that we know and love, is it?

Abby: Wait till she finds out I made these all by myself -- the ones in the oven, too.

Jennifer: Really? I don't think that you can take all the credit, because I really think that I helped a lot here. Ha ha ha. Oh! Aah!

Abby: You look good like that.

Jennifer: You are in so much trouble!

Abby: Aah! Aah! Ha ha ha! Aah! Aah!

[Cellular phone rings]

Patrick: Hey. I'm on the move again. What's up? Yeah, I thought I would be here longer, too. Look, I told you, I'm leaving. I'll let you know where I end up.

Jennifer: Aah!

Abby: Mom!

Jennifer: Oh, you hateful child! Oh, you're going to get it! Aah! Ha ha ha. Oh! Oh, that's it.

Abby: Oh, no. Oh, no.

Jennifer: Yes, yes, yes, and you're going to clean it up, too. Aah!

Patrick: Oh.

Jennifer: Oh.

[Computer beeps]

Tek: No, what the hell? Cazares, the Salem P.D. mainframe's in breach. Whoever you are, I'm shutting you out, baby. My computer's frozen. What about yours?

Cazares: My system's down, too.

Tek: Get I.T. on the phone. Tell them to shut down the mainframe.

Cazares: It's officer Cazares. Yes, the mainframe's in breach. Tek, they want to know if it's a person or a virus.

Tek: Oh, it's a person, all right.

Cazares: Person.

Tek: And I've got a pretty good idea who. It's the killer.

Cazares: He's on his way.

Celeste: Marlena? No, no, it can't be. John, no, it's -- it's impossible.

John: God help me, Celeste, but every time I uncover a new clue, it leads me right back to my wife. Now, frankly, I've never bought into your extra-sensory powers, but I just don't know where the hell else to turn. I'm hoping that you can give m the answers that I need.

Celeste: I'll try.

John: Is my wife the Salem serial stalker?

Marlena: Nice job, Alice. But you don't get to rat on me, thanks to the Salem P.D. mainframe. Get ready, tom. You're about to have a surprise visit from Alice for your birthday. And she's not coming home.

Alice: Doug, Doug, you left this note near tom's grave. You must have hoped that someone would come back and find it. Well, I did, dear. Are you trying to tell me that marlena... is the killer? Oh. I have to know.

Hope: Oh, Shawn, thank God.

Shawn-D: Mom. Mom, it's okay.

Hope: No, no, it is not okay. The killer's still out there, damn it.

Shawn-D: Where's dad?

Hope: He's at home getting some shuteye. He's been working too many double shifts lately.

Shawn-D: Yeah, well, it's not exactly the easiest time to be a police commander.

Hope: Yeah, tell me about it. How's Belle?

Shawn-D: She's still sleeping. Mom, why -- why are you so freaked out? Why'd I have to run down here right away? Has someone else --

Hope: No. No, not yet. But Celeste had another premonition.

Shawn-D: Oh, damn it.

Hope: Honey, she's just as upset as we are that she's having these visions. You know what? Actually, I feel a little sorry for this woman.

Shawn-D: So what's the latest?

Hope: She said that another member of our family is in danger.

Shawn-D: Did she say who? What are we going to do, mom? I mean, how are we just supposed to protect everybody?

Hope: I've been going over all the interviews that we've done in the last few months. I've gone over my notes, your father's notes, tek's notes, and then suddenly, I remembered something. The night that Victor was killed, you said that you had a theory about who the killer might be. Do you remember that?

Shawn-D: Yeah.

Hope: Honey, it's more important than ever. Tell me what your theory was that night.

John: I need you to tell me, Celeste. Is my wife, the woman I love, a serial killer?

Celeste: I truly don't know, John, but I -- I have experienced some strange moments myself with marlena lately.

John: Define "strange."

Celeste: Well, do you remember the evening she hypnotized me?

John: Lexie brought you to the penthouse. She thought that you were ready to identify the killer, yeah.

Celeste: Mm-hmm. Well, you know, I-I don't -- I don't remember anything about that session, but when I -- when I awoke from the hypnosis and I saw marlena standing there with a knife in her hand...

[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.

John: But she explained away that knife by saying I always told her to be prepared. And when she heard me enter the penthouse, she thought I was an intruder. Or was that just another lie?

Celeste: You know, another thing you should know, John -- Alice Horton and I ran into marlena in the cemetery at the scene of Douglasís murder.

Alice: And if your premonition's true and another Horton is in danger, then I want to appeal to her -- the killer.

Celeste: You want to beg the killer to reconsider, to turn herself in, Alice? No. [Gasps]

Alice: What is it?

Celeste: I feel that the killer just heard your wish.

Celeste: Maybe she was crying for her next victim. And father Jansen, he --

John: How does father Jansen figure into all this?

Alice: Oh, hello, father Jansen.

Jansen: Mrs. Horton, ladies. By any chance, did you see a woman just leave the church? I'm afraid whoever was in my confessional is very troubled.

Celeste: Is this the woman that you are looking for, father?

John: Do you think marlena went to father Jansen for forgiveness? Not his... God's?

Celeste: That's a real possibility, John. There's just so many coincidences -- too many. But the most damning evidence -- many, if not all, of the victims were brutally murdered by someone they knew, someone they trusted. No one in Salem has been more trusted than marlena all these years.

John: You think she's the killer, don't you?

Celeste: Well, if -- if we were to look at the evidence, then I would have to say yes. It's possible that she could be the killer, but then I think of how well I know her, and I say, how is that possible? But then, still, I --

John: How about motive? What do we do, we throw motive out the window here? As far as I can tell, she doesn't have a motive for any of these killings! Listen, Celeste, these, uh, psychic powers of yours, I, uh... I need you to put them into play right now. You need to tell me, is my wife a murderer or isn't she?

Celeste: I'm sorry, John, but I can't do that.

Marlena: Aah! I am sick to death of Celesteís premonitions and visions. Why does she always have to be right? I don't want to kill Alice. Why doesn't she just mind her own business? Most women her age would be happy to be rocking and knitting at this point, not out visiting graveyards. Well... I got there as fast as I could. Not my fault Alice beat me to tom's grave, found the note with my name written on it in Dougís blood -- whoo! Doug, you always had an air for drama, but this time, I'm not amused. There you are. Hmm. I shouldn't leave home without you. You've brought me a lot of luck. I took you to the graveyard. You were very handy then. I think I'll just plain keep you close.

[Knock on door]

Tek: You don't stay home too much these days, do you, Dr. Evans? Where are you off to this time?

Jennifer: Ahh!

Abby: Oh!

Jennifer: Patrick, I am -- I am so sorry. I didn't even see you standing there. I'm sorry.

Patrick: Mmm. Chocolate. Delish.

Abby: [Laughing]

Jennifer: Sweetie, sweetie, don't laugh. It's -- it's not funny. I'm sorry. Look, will you just take that off? I will throw it in the wash for you.

Patrick: No, no, I like wearing cake batter.

Abby: Cupcake batter.

Patrick: Even better.

Jennifer: No, no, come on. Take it off. I'll wash it. Ha ha!

Patrick: Ah, two against one. No fair. Ah...

Jennifer: Oh, yeah. Oh, gosh.

Patrick: Thanks.

Jennifer: Sure. Um, here you go. I'll, uh, I'll go put this in the wash. I'll be right back.

Patrick: Okay. Well, I hope you have more of that stuff.

Abby: Oh, sure. We're making tons of cupcakes for my great-grandma, but lots for us, too.

Patrick: Yeah, you can't give all your cupcakes away. What fun would that be?

Abby: Exactly.

Patrick: So, whose recipe is this?

Jennifer: My grandmother, Alice Hortonís.

Abby: There's a secret ingredient. Know what it is?

Patrick: Hmm... chocolate chips?

Abby: That wouldn't be a secret.

Patrick: Okay, you got me.

Abby: It's love.

Jennifer: That's right. That is Alice Hortonís secret for a happy life.

Abby: And it's why her cupcakes always taste so yum.

Patrick: You know, we had cupcakes at my house, too, when I was your age.

Abby: What kind?

Patrick: Snow balls. Coconut on the outside, pink on the inside. Came right out of a box.

Jennifer: That's because Patrickís mom -- bonnie -- you know, she was probably just really busy. She didn't have time to cook.

Patrick: You're being nice. You know, I've never made anything that was mixed in a bowl first.

Jennifer: Really? You never cooked from scratch?

Patrick: Well, not unless you count peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Jennifer: Well, I feel bad for Patrick. Maybe we should let him help us.

Abby: You can be my assistant.

Jennifer: Ha ha ha.

Patrick: You know, that's really sweet of you two, but I have to say no. Jennifer, I came by because I just wanted to give you your key back. I'm taking off.

Jennifer: No, you canít.

Tom's voice: Wake up, Alice dear. It's not your time. Not yet.

Alice: Dear. I must have had a spell. I --

Tom's voice: You're in danger, Alice.

Alice: Tom?

Shawn-D: I had a lot of theories about who the serial killer was. I mean, we know for sure that the killer's a woman, right? And obviously a woman who's trying to eliminate the entire Brady family. She's doing a hell of a job so far.

Hope: What aren't you telling me? I'm not willing to look the other way, Shawn, so you can protect whoever it is you're protecting. Tell me what your theory was.

Shawn-D: I don't -- I don't believe it.

Belle: What?

Shawn-D: I know. I know who the killer is.

Belle: Oh, my God, Shawn, who is it?

Shawn-D: It's your mother. I'm sorry, but my grandfather was brutally murdered tonight. And I know this is going to anger you to hear this, but every woman in Salem is a suspect right now.

Belle: But some more than others, right, Shawn? My mom loved Doug. She would never hurt him. I went to go see my mom tonight to get her to do a new profile on the killer.

Shawn-D: Why would you do that?

Belle: To prove that it couldn't be my mom.

Shawn-D: And how long were you with her?

Belle: I've been with my mom for hours. And my dad saw me with her when he got there, so that proves that my mom couldn't do this. It proves that my mom didn't kill Doug.

Shawn-D: Come here. Thank God. 'Cause I don't know what I would do if your mother was the killer. But you're right. She's innocent. You're her alibi. And I trust you more than anyone in the world. I know you'd never lie to me.

Shawn-D: I did have a theory about who the serial killer was, but --

Hope: Shawn, the Salem P.D. pays me to be a detective. Let me do my job. Who do you suspect, and why?

Shawn-D: I hate to do this to Belle --

Hope: Belle?

Shawn-D: The person I suspected was marlena.

Marlena: How did you get into my building?

Tek: Your building? You own it?

Marlena: It has a doorman. You're expected to be announced.

Tek: Mm-hmm. I don't play by the rules. Just like you when you hacked into the Salem P.D. mainframe.

Marlena: Am I going to have to kill this idiot, too? I see you also don't wait to be invited in.

Tek: No. So, uh, what was so fascinating in the Salem P.D. mainframe that you just needed to get in?

Marlena: I don't know what you're talking about. Oh! You said hacked. That must mean you're talking about something to do with a computer. It's just not my field. My husband is the techie in the family.

Tek: Oh. So then you don't mind if I check your computer out. You do have a laptop, don't you?

Marlena: I have a laptop. Do you have a warrant?

Tek: Oh, I need a warrant to take a look at your computer? That's real interesting.

Marlena: I'm assuming you don't have one, so I'm asking you to leave.

Tek: Why do I make you so nervous?

Marlena: You come into my building illegally. You come into my apartment unannounced. What do you think? I'm sure my friend police commissioner Gordon would be very unhappy to hear that I'd been harassed by a rookie cop.

Tek: Oh. See, there's a lot of advantages to being a rookie. Like I don't have all this history with you Salem bigwigs to distract me.

Marlena: Bigwigs?

Tek: Oh, yeah, yeah. You know, the doctors, the lawyers, corporate titans, the psychiatrists that all the regular folks look up to. See, you're just people to me, guilty or innocent based on the evidence. I got a fresh perspective on you, doctor. I have the clarity your fellow citizens don't have.

Marlena: And what do you see with your clarity?

Tek: Oh, I see a murderer. I think you're the killer we're looking for.

John: Why the hell can't you give me the answers I need, Celeste? Let me ask you something. Are these premonitions of yours real or not?

Celeste: Of course they're real, John.

John: All right then. You say you got a connection to the spirit world. Use it. Come on.

Celeste: I will try to commune with the spirits, but there is no guarantee.

John: What kind of double-talk is that? Either this stuff is real and you believe in it, or you have been misleading the hell out of a lot of vulnerable people.

Celeste: The spirits will not confirm or deny the killer's identity to me, John.

John: Why not?

Celeste: There are rules that prohibit the release of that information, John.

John: I can't even believe I'm hearing this.

Celeste: John! Darling, look. They give us hints. They guide us. But that's as far as their participation goes. John, it's up to us, darling, to use their guidance to discover the identity of the killer.

John: Sorry I bothered you, Celeste. It's been a big waste of time, hasn't it?

Celeste: No.

John: Tek is wrong. My wife's not the killer.

Celeste: No, no, no, John, now wait, wait. There is one way that I might be able to help you. But I must warn you, John, it could be very dangerous.

John: I just want the truth, damn it.

Celeste: Even if it means unleashing the dark forces?

Jennifer: Uh, Patrick, if we have done anything to make you feel unwelcome, you're not. You are more than welcome to stay here, really.

Patrick: That's really nice of you.

Jennifer: No, it's not nice. I mean it. The garage apartment is just sitting there, and when Jack and I moved into this house, we had every intention of renting it out. We just never did, that's all.

Patrick: Yeah, but I'm not in a position to pay. And the way things are, I feel like I'm taking advantage.

Jennifer: Really, you're not. In fact, I think that you're relieving me of some guilt.

Patrick: Guilt?

Jennifer: Who ran you over with her car, Patrick?

Patrick: Look, it was dark. You didn't see me when you were backing out of your driveway.

Jennifer: Listen, you hurt your back. Somebody has to be responsible for that, and that somebody is me. Okay, so that settles it. You are staying here until you are 100% better. That's it.

Abby: What mom's trying to say is we like having you around. Don't we, mom?

Jennifer: That's right. We do. We like having you around here.

Abby: Mom!

Jennifer: What, sweetie?

Abby: I left the sprinkles in the car.

Jennifer: Oh, okay.

Patrick: Sprinkles?

Abby: For the cupcakes. To decorate them.

Patrick: Hey, I thought you told me everything was homemade.

Abby: Hey, we're not Amish. Be right back.

Jennifer: Here, let me take that from you. I'm sorry. I guess I am feeling a little embarrassed that Abby and I got used to you being around so quickly. I just, um, I just think that we feel safer, that's all. You know, I have a baby on the way, and we can't forget about our lovely serial killer on the loose. So, why did you come running in the way you did before?

Patrick: Oh, I heard screams inside. I didn't know you guys were fooling around.

Jennifer: Do you see that? That's exactly what I mean. I mean, if Abby and I were in danger, you would have just saved us right now. So there. You just earned your keep. Do you feel better?

Patrick: Look, I'd really like to be able to give you and Abby peace of mind. I would. But I have to say no.

Alice: Oh, tom, you always come when I need you. What should I do with this note? Marlena could be the serial killer. I -- no, tom, come back. Come b-- come back, dear. I --

Doug: Tom is right, Alice. You are in grave danger. Is there any way I can get through to you? Listen to me, Alice. I left that clue by tom's gravestone so that marlena would be caught. Use it. Turn marlena in before she gets a chance to kill you. Otherwise, you will not make it through the night.

Hope: You suspect marlena?

Shawn-D: Yeah. Yeah, that didn't go over too well with Belle.

Hope: Yeah, I'm sure.

Shawn-D: I mean, obviously she thinks it's incredibly ludicrous that her mother could be a serial killer.

Hope: But you still have doubts.

Shawn-D: I don't know. Why?

Hope: Marlena.

Shawn-D: Mom, what are you doing? Are you seriously considering marlena as a suspect?

Hope: It's what tek believes.

Shawn-D: He doesn't know her. He doesn't know any of us very well.

Hope: Which makes him much more objective, doesn't it? Shoot. Where is it? Where is --

Shawn-D: What is that?

Hope: Tek's evidence sheet on marlena. He outlined his theory to me and John earlier. Listen to this. Holy mackerel. Marlena was wearing the same suit as the killer the night Tony was attacked by the tiger at the circus.

Shawn-D: And it was an unusual one, right?

Hope: It was from a designer's collection. Not a whole lot of women own a suit like that.

Shawn-D: See, that's why I started suspecting her, too, especially when Belle told me that her mother was cutting it up into pieces, but she's got an alibi when Victor died, so I thought I was wrong.

Hope: Yeah, but we're not sure the killer fits the M.O. of his death.

Shawn-D: But she's also got an alibi when grandpa Doug died. And wasn't she in Colorado when Abe died?

Hope: So she says. But we can't prove 100% if she was or she wasn't there, which means she could have lied about where she was at the time Abe was shot.

Shawn-D: Wow. I -- oh, my God.

Hope: It says it right here. She was at the pub when Caroline was poisoned. She was at the hospital when Tony was poisoned. I mean... there were a lot of people there that day.

Shawn-D: No, no, no. She was the only one in Tonyís cubicle right around the time when he died, right?

Hope: Yeah.

Shawn-D: Well, what about cassie's death? No, Belle's parents, they were out of town on thanksgiving, werenít they?

Hope: Shawn, green mountain lodge isn't that far away. Look at this. Read this. Tek believes that marlena would have had plenty of time to kill cassie.

Shawn-D: Tek's done a lot of work on this theory.

Hope: I told him he was wrong. I mean, for one thing, what in the world would marlena's motive be?

Shawn-D: You know, I'm curious. What did John have to say about tek's theory?

Hope: He said that if he thought she was guilty, he'd bring her in himself.

Shawn-D: Well, then he thinks that she's innocent, right?

Hope: In his heart, he's sure of it. But I know John. He's a professional. He's going to make absolutely sure for all our sakes.

John: Why does it always have to be the dark forces? Tell me something, Celeste. Can't the good forces clue you in for once?

Celeste: You talk as though I have some power in all of this, John. Well, I donít. I am merely a vessel through which the spirits have elected to speak.

John: Look -- obviously you and I come from different world

Celeste: The spirit world chose me. I didn't ask to have these powers, limited as they are. So now, do you want me to call upon the forces to give you the answers you seek, or are you afraid?

John: Afraid? I am terrified to find out my wife could be a killer.

Celeste: But if marlena is not the killer, it's essential that we find that out, don't you agree?

John: That is a fact. That way I can concentrate my efforts on targeting the real murderer.

Celeste: All right then, but if marlena is the killer, we need to stop her before she kills again, John. Come with me, John. Now we can begin. Prepare yourself, John. You're about to encounter the forces of darkness.

Marlena: Do you know the percentage of psychiatrists who turn out to be serial killers? I'm not sure I have the exact number, but I can assure you it's somewhere between infinitesimal and nonexistent. Are you also aware that I was the lead criminologist for the Salem P.D. for years?

Tek: I'm not impressed.

Marlena: Of course you're not. You're busy chasing down your conspiracy theories. It's cops like you that give the police a bad name.

Tek: Oh?

Marlena: Ha ha ha! You really think that I'm the killer, don't you?

Tek: Why don't you cut the crap, marlena, and confess? I'm not going for your holier-than-thou routine, all right?

Marlena: Now it's my turn to be unimpressed.

Tek: What did Abe carver have on you? And Jack Deveraux? I know they were working together. What, did Abe tell him some information about you that just sealed Jack's fate? Yeah, you killed Roman Brady, too. Father of your twins.

Marlena: You are really good at asking questions.

Tek: Yeah.

Marlena: You're not so good at getting answers.

Tek: You're the textbook definition of a female serial killer. Middle- to upper-class woman. Kills her first time out of need. Then she develops a taste for blood. Makes her kill again and again and again. Admit it, Dr. Evans. You like killing, don't you? You love it.

Marlena: Yes.

Jennifer: So why won't you stay? Are you leaving town on business?

Patrick: I don't want to embarrass you, Jennifer.

Jennifer: What? Tell me.

Patrick: Well, if I stay here much longer, people might get the wrong idea about what I'm doing here.

Jennifer: Oh. Honestly, I am a recent widow with a baby on the way, for gosh sakes. You're staying in the garage apartment, which is not even connected to the main house, and my daughter and I pretty much have to make an appointment if we even want to see you. Or scream our heads off so you think that we're being attacked.

Patrick: You are forgetting one important detail -- your family. Especially your aunt Julie.

Jennifer: Well, she's my cousin, actually, but anyway...

Patrick: Well, she sure doesn't think much of me.

Jennifer: Well, she is suspicious by nature, and, you know, she's going through a terrible ordeal after losing her husband.

Patrick: So it wasn't anything to do with me?

Jennifer: Uh, no. No, not you directly. She just -- she's not very fond of your mom.

Patrick: Ha! Not many people are. Bonnie Lockhart has a way of rubbing most folks the wrong way -- including her kids.

Jennifer: Well, my uncle Mickey is quite fond of her.

[Timer beeps]

Jennifer: Oh, you know what? That's the cupcakes. They're done. I better check on them, because if they burn, Abby will be very upset. Oh!

Patrick: What's wrong, Jennifer? What's wrong?

Jennifer: Oh! Oh, my gosh. I think it's the baby.

Cazares: Salem P.D. Cazares here.

Alice: Oh, this is Alice Horton. I'd like to speak to my granddaughter, please.

Cazares: Detective Bradyís behind closed doors. Can I take a message?

Alice: It's urgent that hope calls me right away.

Cazares: Call your grandmother. I've got it, ma'am. Have a good evening.

[Telephone rings]

Cazares: Salem P.D. Cazares here. I'll be right there.

Alice: Hope will call me right back, and then everything will be all right. Why, marlena? Why? Why did you become a killer?

Tek: You admitted it. You're the killer.

Marlena: Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Tek: I just asked you if you like killing, and you said yes.

Marlena: Ha ha ha ha ha. I did. I said that. Why, killing is right up there on the top of my list, right there with taffy pulling and embroidery. Get out. I've suffered you long enough. And get this through your head -- I am not a serial killer, and if you keep harassing me, I will call the commissioner, and he will have your badge.

Tek: You're going to slip up, marlena. Just a matter of time before you're caught.

Marlena: Get the hell out.

Tek: I'm watching you.

Marlena: [Sighs] You're watching too much "law & order." Hi, it's Dr. Evans in the penthouse. Um, there is a really strange young man outside my door. Could you send up somebody who's big and angry to help him move on? Thanks. Ahh. Well, he's not as smart as he thinks he is. [Gasps] And he never saw you, did he? All right. Okay. Weapons? Got 'em. Sentimentality hasn't stopped me from killing in the past, and it's not going to stop me now. All right, Alice. Coming to getcha.

Abby: Cool.

Jennifer: Aah!

Abby: Mom!

Jennifer: Oh! Oh.

Patrick: Easy, easy, Jennifer. Let's breathe, breathe. Come on, let's get you in this chair. Let's get you in this chair. It's okay. There you go.

Jennifer: Oh, my goodness.

Abby: Mommy, what's wrong?!

Jennifer: Oh, honey, it's the baby. [Gasps]

Alice: Oh, hope, why haven't you called me back?

Hope: Oh, damn it. John, it's hope. Call me as soon as you get this message. I'm at the station. It's about marlena. I hope he calls back soon.

Shawn-D: I can't believe I was right all along. You think marlena is the serial killer, too, don't you?

Celeste: It's time now, John. It's time to summon the dark... forces. It's time to find out if marlena is the serial killer. Are you ready, John? Shall I proceed?

John: Yeah, bring 'em on.

Celeste: Unless you believe, John, the spirits will not answer.

John: They won't, huh?

Celeste: No. Dark forces -- they are quite demanding. They insist on absolute belief. Veni, veni, demona noctis. Veni, veni, demona noctis. Tu qui amas malus. Tu qui non quipace luce. [ Gasps]


[Wind howling]

John: What the hell is going on here?

Celeste: The dark forces are here.

Alice: Well, I'd better turn in, darling.

Doug: Alice, donít. If you go to sleep, you may never wake up. Tom, tom, help her! Tell her the -- the danger is real, and it's getting close

Alice: Tom? What are you trying to tell me, darling?

Tom's voice: She's here.


ďOn the next Days of Out LivesĒ

Hope: Oh, Patrick, thank you.

Tek: I just came from marlena's penthouse.

Shawn-D: You know how pissed off John's going to be now?

Tek: It's time John Black saw his wife for what she really is: a cold-blooded killer.

Celeste: If what we fear is true, darling, then prepare for the fight of your life.

Alice: Hello, marlena. I've been expecting you.

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