Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 6/3/04 - Canada; Friday 6/4/04 - U.S.A.
Provided by Eric
Proofread by Naila
Mimi: Summer is my favorite time of the year.
Rex: Really? Why so?
Mimi: Hmm. Maybe because I get to titillate my hot boyfriend's body with ice after making incredible love all afternoon. What could be better than that?
Rex: Oh, I'm sure you could think of something. Ha ha ha ha. And as much as I'd like to know what that might be, right now I can’t. I've got homework to do.
Mimi: What are you talking about? You already graduated Salem U. In record time with a degree in science and engineering.
Rex: True. But to become the man I need to be so that one day I can marry thee -- ooh. That's nice. Did you hear that iambic pentameter? That's my Shakespeare class at work.
Mimi: Great, especially the "marry thee" part. But what about the homework?
Rex: Well, I applied to night school and got .
Mimi: What class are you going to be taking, English Lit? No way. I'm not going to let you do this.
[Elevator bell dings]
Belle: Thanks again for dinner, Philip, and for bringing me back to work.
Philip: It was my pleasure. But this couldn't wait till tomorrow, huh?
Belle: No, I've got some things I need to get ready to go out tomorrow.
Philip: All right.
Belle: You're still upset about your family meeting, aren't you?
Philip: More like family feud. I can't believe Brady wanted squander the foundation's money on a concert hall. Hey... I'm sorry you kind of wound up having to choose sides against your big brother. That should have never happened. But all the same, thank you. Thank you for understanding that my father's wishes were really the last thing Brady was concerned with.
Belle: Philip, I don't think your father's wishes are what you're really upset about. This is about Chloe, isn't it?
John: Can I buy you a drink?
Crystal: Can you ever.
Tito: What are you two having tonight?
John: Well, let me see. How about a '98 clos du loir?
Crystal: Sounds like one of them expensive wines.
John: Ha ha.
Tito: It's champagne. And, yes, it is. Excellent choice, Mr. Black.
John: Nothing's too extravagant for a lovely lady like Ms. Galore.
Crystal: Call me Crystal.
John: Crystal. Glad I ran into you again.
John: Because when I left that Kiriakis mansion, I just could not get you off my mind. Seriously, you were like... I don't know, a breath of fresh air.
Crystal: Ha ha ha. Then how come you look like you need CPR?
John: [Thinking] This is going to be like stealing candy from a baby.
Hope: If highway patrol calls back with any information whatsoever about my son, I'd appreciate a call A.S.A.P. Thank you, Officer Casarez. Whoa, that must have been some meeting at the Kiriakis mansion.
Bo: I don't believe Nicole. She should be in jail, and there she sat in judgment as my family unraveled in front of her, and she's the whole damn reason.
Hope: Well, what happened?
Bo: You know why Victor tried to build that concert hall, right?
Bo: I mean, he saw what was going on between Nicole and Brady and tried to put an end to it, tried to protect his grandson. He -- he wanted to create this dream job for Chloe so she'd come back to Salem, be with Brady.
Hope: Now, that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?
Bo: Well, Philip doesn't think so, after his history with Chloe. He and Brady actually came to blows about the whole thing.
Hope: Oh, God.
Bo: The thing is this concert hall would wrap up Victor's funds for years to come, and there's no way I'm going to allow worthy charities to go unfunded so that my father's legacy can basically be a -- a bribe to bring back Brady's girlfriend. You know what? If he doesn't have enough sense to move out of that mansion and stop taking up with my -- with my father's murderer, then I got no sympathy for him.
Hope: Okay, so you figure that Brady either wises up or the heck with him, right?
Bo: No, not -- you know -- when I put Nicole in jail for my father's murder, that will essentially take her out of Brady's life for good.
Bo: Hey, I'm sorry. I've been going off here.
Hope: No, I --
Bo: What's wrong?
Hope: I -- I talked to Casarez.
Bo: Any news on our son?
Hope: Mnh-mnh. I have been on the phone checking with police, highway patrol, all over the state, and nothing. No one's seen him. Oh, I also got in touch with Cameron at the cubs' AAA farm club. He was injured, hasn't been traveling with the team, so if he was there... Cameron hasn't seen him. What if something has happened to Shawn, and he can't reach out to us?
Bo: Hey, hey, hey. It's -- it's okay. It's okay. Our son will come back to us. I know it.
Celeste: My ancient ivory tiles from Madagascar -- the spirit world must be sending me a specific message. The window of opportunity is brief. I must obey the rules or -- or the message will be lost. Oh. "S"... and "D." Shawn-Douglas Brady.
Jan: [In French accent] Bon soir, cheri. We'll be having ze pastry in ze Paris this evening.
Shawn-D: I don't want any of that French crap. 'Cause where -- where would that put me, huh, Jan? In the Bastille?
Jan: Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Such ingratitude. None-ze-less, I have made some fresh French coffee for my Shawn and some delicious pastry flown in from a marvelous little patisserie in ze rue Royale.
Shawn-D: I don't want your coffee, and I don't want your pastries. The only thing I want is the woman I love, okay? I want Belle.
Jan: [Normal voice] I am trying to be the perfect hostess and you are nothing but rude, rude, rude. If you don't want my pastries, I'll eat them myself. Then we will play French maid and escaped convict, except that you're not going anywhere. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
Celeste: Shawn-Douglas Brady's in danger. Oh, spirits, please. Please, you must tell me more. [Gasps] I must warn Bo and hope. No. The news of their son in danger could devastate them. They've been through so much already. No, I must warn them about their son in person.
Shawn-D: That sure looks good.
Jan: Too bad you didn't want any when I offered it.
Shawn-D: I'm sorry I acted that way. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me and maybe just give me a little taste of that pastry?
Jan: I'll do better than that.
Jan: Shawn, what do you think you're doing?
Rex: I don't see what the big deal is, all right? A lot of people do it and make a darn good living at it.
Mimi: I agree. There's nothing wrong with being a bartender. I mean, I'm a waitress working two jobs, for God's sake.
Rex: Okay. So then what's the problem?
Mimi: The problem is, you're doing it for the wrong reason.
Rex: Ha ha ha ha. You think I'm still trying to impress your mother, don't you? Well, you're wrong. That's not why I'm going to Bartending School, all right? This is about me and doing something on my own without the help of the DiMeras or going to my mom Kate, who I barely even know, and asking for a handout. Look, just like my brother found his way through the military, I'll find my way, too.
Mimi: Philip has, like, a gazillion dollars. He could buy his own army.
Rex: Well, good for Philip, all right? He was handed a silver spoon, which doesn't exactly build character, so he found his own way. Look, I'm doing this bartending thing for our future. Okay? I'll make a good living. And in the meantime, I will be getting job experience for the first time in my life. And I'll be sending out résumés, hopefully that one day I can land a job in science and engineering. Okay? And I can give my Mimi the life she deserves.
Mimi: The only kind of life that I need is one that includes you.
Philip: Yeah, I'm worried that if Chloe comes home, she'd get hurt. I don't know. Maybe it's just a little difficult for me that she'd be coming home to Brady. I don't know.
Belle: Philip, I know that's not true. So much has changed since Chloe left town.
Philip: Yeah, but the past is always going to be there. I will always be so ashamed of how I acted when I was with her. I mean, Belle, you were there. I was a complete and total idiot when I was with Chloe.
Belle: Don't be so hard on yourself.
Philip: I was obsessed with her. I mean, I tried to buy her love over and over, and I finally just pushed her away. And I would do things so differently if I had another chance now.
Belle: You mean with Chloe.
Philip: No, I don’t. See, there's only one girl who owns my heart now. If only I could just figure out a way to tell her how I feel.
John: I don't need CPR. Your beauty is all I need to mend my broken heart.
Crystal: Is this the same man that I met at the Kiriakis mansion?
John: No, no. That guy got off on the wrong foot. You know, I heard you and Nicole talking about my wife. I just assumed that you were speaking ill of her. Of course, then I find out that you're raising money for the free clinic in her memory, and I felt like such a damn fool. I'm so sorry.
Crystal: Oh, no, no, no. Forget it, really, forget it. Like you said, I was talking to Nicole, and she sure does have a knack for creating high drama. I mean, she's so sure that everyone is out to get her. You know what she needs? She needs to cut loose every once in a while like I do. So... how are you doing? You know, after your wife’s... death and everything.
John: It's been a tough time.
Crystal: Of course it has. I mean, Marlena was an absolute angel, and I can only imagine how bad you're hurting. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the attention you're giving me. But aren't you cutting the mourning period a bit short?
John: Actually, our relationship had been strained for months, not that I ever stopped loving her. It's just that she was sick, she wasn't going to get better, and I have to believe that death is the only way she could find true healing. I just wish there were some way that I could find something that would ease my pain.
Crystal: Well, maybe there is.
Bo: Hey, just so you know, when I was on the road, I'd go months without talking to ma.
Hope: Why? Explain it to me. Explain to me what Shawn, our son, could possibly be thinking.
Bo: It's not that I didn't care or that I wanted ma to worry. I don't know, I guess I just didn't realize how important it was to ma to know that I was okay. I mean, why wouldn't I be?
Hope: Didn't she ask you to check in, for God's sake?
Bo: Well, yeah, sure she did, and pop would yell at me, but I -- I don't know, I figured it was time they knew I was all grown up. All right, I take full responsibility for that wanderlust gene.
Hope: Yeah, well, you're not like that now, thank God.
Bo: Look, I got a family. I changed. Shawn -- someday, he'll change.
Hope: I'm trying to buy into this. I really am. I'm trying to have faith.
Bo: Listen to me. He'll come back to us, and when he does, you can ground him.
Hope: Yeah, right.
Bo: Yeah, right.
Hope: Our son.
Bo: It's a beautiful night out. How about I go grab a couple of steaks, we'll fire up the barbecue, maybe later on, open a bottle of wine...
Hope: Hmm, what are you getting at?
Bo: And then go -- yeah, well, then go into the...
Hope: All right, all right. Thank you for trying to ease my mind a little.
Bo: Okay. I'll be back. Ooh, careful.
Hope: Call your mother, for God's sake. I'm worried about you, honey.
[Knock on door]
Hope: Celeste, come in.
Celeste: Hello, darling.
Celeste: I'm sorry to come by without calling.
Hope: No, that's fine. Is something wrong?
Celeste: Um... I, um, I should probably tell Bo, too.
Hope: Well, he just left to go pick up some steaks, but -- is something the matter?
Celeste: Um... I-I'm sorry, darling, but... I have troubling news about Shawn. Hope, I'm sorry, but -- but your son is in grave danger.
Jan: You've been a very naughty Boy. I know exactly what you were doing. And guess what -- I'm going to let you get away with it. I know exactly what you were reaching for. But I'm going to save you the trouble and the work. You were trying to untie the Bow to your sex toy, weren't you? Well... said the French maid to the naughty sex slave. Well, do you like it? I'll trade you some Bonbons for an éclair. I've waited such a long time for this. A part of me was scared you didn't really want to be with me. But you do. You really do. And tonight's the night we're finally going to make love.
Rex: Oh, gosh. It's amazing how the right amount of liquor blended with another ingredient can change the atomic burst of flavor. Okay.
Mimi: Okay, Dexter. I don't mean to be critical, but you're taking way too long in your laboratory. If I'm a patron at Alice’s, I'm not going to want to know your process. I'm simply going to want to stare at your abs and get my cocktail.
Rex: Look, I'm going as fast as I can.
Mimi: Rex, just relax. Let me show you how it's done. Oh, you're kidding. I don't need that. I used to bartend my mom's all-night poker parties. Hit me with your best shot.
Rex: Uh, Manhattan.
Mimi: Rocks or up?
Rex: Up. Looking for something?
Mimi: Got any bitters?
Mimi: Optional. : Don't you have a cocktail glass?
Rex: Is that like a martini glass?
Mimi: Yes. Manhattan.
Mimi: And if someone asks for a dry Manhattan, you use dry vermouth instead of sweet vermouth and an olive instead of a cherry.
Rex: Wow, you learned all this at your mom's poker parties?
Mimi: Hey, you know my mom, always sniffing out the money. The ladies that she had over were well-to-do society ladies who loved to play 5-card draw. They brought their own Booze and handed me the recipes, and their drinks defined who they were.
Rex: Like what were the names of some of the drinks?
Mimi: Oh... fallen angel, merry widow, what the hell -- that one always confused me. I didn't know if she was ordering another drink or making a stupid bet.
Rex: Why aren't you doing this job?
Mimi: Ha ha ha. I'd much rather understand the laws of physics than mixology.
Rex: Suddenly, I'm depressed.
Mimi: Oh, stop, Rex. You're a brilliant man. You'll get the hang of it. Maybe I should apply as your backup.
Rex: That's fine with me. You know, I got an idea. Why don't we call Belle so I can practice on her?
Mimi: Rex, she drinks an occasional light beer. Besides, she's not around. She left a message that she's hanging out with Philip tonight.
Mimi: No, tell me what's going on.
Rex: Look, it's just I think Philip has a major thing for Belle.
Mimi: You do.
Rex: Yeah, and now that Shawn's gone, he's just waiting for the right time to make his move.
Belle: So this girl who has your heart is the same girl you were talking to me about last night, only you haven't really told me anything about her, like what her name is.
Belle: Philip, I have never seen you like this before. This is the third time you've mentioned this girl to me in one day. You're just going to ignore these feelings you have for her? You've got to be driving yourself crazy. I know you're driving me crazy. Why can't you just tell this girl, whomever she is, that you've got it bad for her?
Belle: Come on, I asked you this question before, and you never really answered me. What have you got to lose?
Philip: I just want to take my time and let things develop naturally.
Belle: He who hesitates is lost.
Philip: Look before you leap.
Philip: Look, I don't want to make the same mistakes that I made with Chloe. I don't want to push too hard.
Belle: But what if she's interested in you and she never really finds out how you feel about her?
Philip: But what if she isn't? Look, I won't screw this up, Belle. If I do, I'm going to risk ruining a friendship that means absolutely everything to me.
Belle: So I do know her. That's it. You have to tell me who she is right now.
Crystal: Ha ha.
John: Now what did I do to deserve that?
Crystal: Well, I've always have big sympathetic heart for members of the opposite sex.
John: Of course. That's all it is -- opposite sex.
Crystal: Oh, no. I-I knew I said it wrong the second I said it. Nicole told me what a loving husband you were to Marlena, and how you would walk through the fires of hell for her, and now that she's gone --
John: I'm walking through hell all alone, Crystal.
Crystal: Well, sometimes the only way to navigate through the pain is to lose yourself in immense pleasure. How would you like to lose yourself with me?
Celeste: And then after the tiles spelled "S.D. Brady danger," well, darling, I felt I had to -- I had to inform you.
Hope: Did the spirit say anything else?
Celeste: Well, I tried to get him to tell me more, but instead, the lid to the tile box closed shut, and -- well, they were no longer forthcoming.
Hope: Shawn's a good kid. But when he didn't try to contact Belle after her mother died, I -- that's when I really started to worry.
Hope: Bo thinks Shawn's just out on the open road doing his own thing like Bo did at his age. The only difference is that our son is a product of the technical age. Never goes anywhere without his cell phone.
Celeste: Hmm. Then why can't you reach him?
Hope: I don't know. I don't understand why he hasn't checked in, either. Celeste... Bo would kill me if I asked. Is there any way you could contact the spirit of my dad or Gran or Caroline? I just -- if we can't locate him, then... maybe one of them can.
Celeste: I'm not really prepared, darling, but I'll do my best. Now, hope, I want you to mentally focus on your dearly departed loved ones, those who you know will help you find your son.
Celeste: O gentle spirits of the afterworld please come to us. Commune with us. Hear our call.
Deep voice: The spirits you seek are not present.
Hope: What do I do? Uh... can you help me find my son Shawn?
Deep voice: Enter his world if you dare, but once inside, you must beware. The answers you seek won't be complete. Just find the spot and connect the dots.
Hope: What does that mean?
Hope: Oh, Celeste! Celeste, are you okay?
Bo: The fish looked better than the meat, so I wa-- hope, what is going on here?
Belle: Don't fight it, Shawn. Give me what I want... what I need... what we Both desire.
Jan: Ooh, little Shawny just woke up. I think he wants to come out and play. Lucky for him it's recess time. I'll be at the playground.
Bo: What makes you think Shawn was in danger? Did hope call you?
Hope: No, I didn't call her. She came here on her own.
Celeste: The tiles. The tiles -- they said "S.D. Brady danger."
Bo: Tiles? What, were you playing scrabble?
Celeste: This is no game, Bo. I had no idea that your son was missing.
Bo: He's not missing. Hope, you're not buying into this, are you?
Hope: I'm really scared.
Bo: Okay. What do you have? What kind of danger is Shawn in? Where is he? What's he up to? Right. You know, why -- why don't these premonitions or whatever the hell they are give us any facts?
Celeste: You do not want to invite the spirits' wrath by denying their presence here.
Bo: And you don't want to invite my wrath -- you know what? I don't recall inviting you into my home.
Hope: Excuse me. Bo, she's just trying to help.
Bo: Well, great. Help.
Hope: She was trying to contact one of our loved ones to see if they could tell me where Shawn is and if he was in trouble.
Bo: So, what, you were having a séance here in our living room?
Hope: Bo, if you had seen it --
Bo: What? What happened?
Celeste: The spirit I contacted -- it -- it told hope that none of the others that we were trying to summon were present.
Bo: Well, darn. Maybe they're on vacation.
Celeste: I had trouble contacting Abraham’s spirit earlier as well.
Bo: Well, gee, maybe you're losing your powers.
Hope: Come on, Bo.
Celeste: No, darling, I -- my powers, they -- they have been unreliable lately.
Bo: There you go. How can you believe what she's saying, hope?
Hope: Something happened here. I'm telling you.
Hope: I saw it. I heard it. Bo, if you had seen it --
Bo: What happened, hope?
Hope: The spirit gave me a riddle about Shawn.
Celeste: Darling, what did it say?
Hope: Celeste, didn't you hear it?
Celeste: Not while it was within me, no.
Hope: Okay. It went like this -- "enter his world if you dare. Once inside, you must beware. The answers you seek won't be complete. Just find the spot and connect the dots."
Bo: That's the riddle?
Bo: Doesn't even rhyme.
Bo: It makes no sense.
Hope: "Enter his world if you dare." Shawn's loft -- his place, his room.
Celeste: Yes, yes, darling. That's where it is.
Bo: Oh, come on. This is ridiculous.
Hope: Bo, don’t. We're going to his place. Let's go. Celeste, do me a favor -- just stay here with Zack, please.
Celeste: Oh, yes, of course, darling. Hurry. Just go.
Hope: Bo, come on.
Celeste: Oh, God. I just hope you're not too late.
Mimi: No. I confronted Philip on his feelings for Belle, and he told me that he thinks of her as just a friend, and I believe him.
Rex: Well, you shouldn’t.
Rex: Simple observation. All right, since I wasn't a member of the original Scooby gang, I can notice things that you, Philip, Belle, and Shawn don’t.
Mimi: Like what?
Rex: Like the way his eyes light up when Belle walks into the room.
Mimi: And you think Shawn's just off on some magnificent adventure.
Rex: It's irrelevant where he is or what he's doing. Look, the point is, is Philip is sensing opportunity.
Mimi: He's a good guy, Rex, and I truly believe that he thinks of Belle as a friend, and he's just helping her through this tough time.
Rex: Right, right. And pretty soon, he'll be helping himself through her tough time.
Mimi: Oh, God. That's -- no, no. They have known each other longer than Shawn's known Belle.
Rex: That doesn't mean Philip is looking at Belle like a sister. Look, you're the one who told me to embrace my family, all right? Well, Shawn's my cousin, and I'm standing up for him, and I don't think that his supposedly best pal should be hitting on his girlfriend.
Mimi: That's not about to happen.
Rex: You're damn right it's not -- you know what? 'Cause I'm going to find Philip, and I'm going to set him straight.
Philip: Let's say I tell you who it is. What are you going to do, Belle? I mean, no offense, I don't even want to talk about this. I would rather just handle it on my own.
Belle: Okay. I'm sorry. I understand. You don't have to tell me who it is.
Philip: Thank you.
Belle: You know, Shawn and I started out as friends, and then eventually... I'm sorry.
Philip: It's okay. You know I understand.
Belle: Philip, you are such a great guy. If this mystery woman were to see me in your arms right now, she'd be very jealous.
Philip: Ha ha. Yeah.
Belle: I really hope that things work out for the two of you.
Philip: I do, too. Belle, I have a confession to make.
Crystal: So, John, do you want to spend some time with Crystal?
Tito: Mr. Black, I'm sorry, but I've had to send someone down to the cellar to retrieve the Bottle of champagne that you've requested.
John: No problem, Tito. Take your time.
Tito: Thank you, sir.
John: Who needs alcohol when I've got... an intoxicating woman like you?
Crystal: Ha ha. Ha ha. No man has ever kissed my hand before. Oh, that's so romantic. Ha ha. I've never met a man quite like you. Nicole just didn't do you justice.
John: I feel the same way. Now, why hasn't Nicole ever mentioned you before? Where the hell has she been hiding you?
Crystal: Ha ha ha.
John: Ha ha. So he's like, what are you doing?
Crystal: Where have I been? Well -- ha ha ha. I've just been keeping my head down.
John: Yeah? What brought you back to Salem?
Crystal: You want me to do what?
Nicole: It's a piece of cake.
Crystal: You call murdering somebody a piece of cake?
Nicole: If Marlena talks, I'll end up in jail right next to you, and all my money won't be able to help you or me.
Crystal: Die, bitch, die! Nicole and I recently reconnected.
John: How long have you two known each other?
Crystal: You're so full of questions.
John: And that's a fact. Because when I find somebody fascinating, I just want to know everything about them.
Crystal: Enough about me. The band's on, and they're playing my song. Dance?
John: About time you asked. Come on.
[Jazz music playing]
John: Yeah, I'm going to find out about you. And if y had anything to do with Victor's death, both you and Nicole are going to pay dearly.
Belle: Wait. What kind of confession?
Philip: Okay. You're right, Belle. You do know the woman I love. And I think it's time I told you exactly who it is
Mimi: Rex, will you just stop and listen?
Rex: I thought you told me to stick up for my family.
Mimi: Shawn and Philip are family, too, you know?
Rex: Which makes it even worse. Look, Shawn didn't break up with Belle, so Philip has no right to move in on her.
Mimi: Philip and Shawn were throwing punches on the roof before Shawn left because Philip dared to, like, talk to Belle. You know, I know, I know, everyone deals with grief in their own way, but I'm sorry, Shawn's been possessive, he has said unforgivable things to Belle, and now he's abandoned her when she needs him most. You know, I always thought Shawn was one of the nicest guys in the world, but right now, I am sorry, Rex, he is being a total bastard to her.
“Next on Days Of Our Lives”
Celeste: Now... what kind of danger is Shawn in? Shawn may be able to avoid danger after all. However, he must act quickly or... [Gasps] Oh, my --
Jan: Aah! Shawn, I'm hurt! Please help me! Please help me.
Bo: There is a match.
Hope: Who does the fingerprint belong to?
Bo: The murderer.
Philip: Belle Black, will you be my wife?
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