Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 9/6/04 - Canada; Tuesday 9/7/04 - U.S.A.
Provided By Eric
Proofread By Niki
Rex: Mimi, you here? Mimi? Great. No messages.
Mimi's voice: Hi, you've reached Mimi's cell. Leave a message. Happy thoughts only. [Beep]
Rex: Mimi, what is going on? Look, one minute we're at Chloe's memorial, and then I swing the car around to pick you up, and you vanish. Where the hell are you? Call me.
Rex: You've just been acting so secretively lately, you know? You take off in the middle of the night to go see your mom. You won't tell me what you guys talked about. I think I know what's going on. But you've got to promise to tell me the truth. Are you seeing someone else?
Mimi: Of course I'm not seeing someone else. I love you. I-I would never be unfaithful to you, ever.
Rex: Okay, Mimi. If you love me so much, why do you keep disappearing? Why don't you just tell me where you've gone?
Woman: Have a seat. Dr. Carver will be in shortly with your test results.
Mimi: [Gasping] What's going on? What's happening to me? I think -- I think I have cancer, Belle, of the uterus.
Rex: I want to be with you forever.
Mimi: I want that, too.
Rex: All right, well, then let's grow old together.
Mimi: Oh, I want to be with you, too, Rex, more than anything. But if these test results come back positive, if I have cancer, what kind of future can we have?
Lexie: Hi, Mimi. How are you holding up?
Mimi: Not so good. Of course, you could make my night better. You could tell me everything's fine.
Lexie: Well, that is what I wanted to do more than anything -- why I had the lab rush your test results and why I asked you to meet me here. I didn't want you worrying all night.
Mimi: Totally nice of you. Uh, I really appreciate that. So tell me, what's the word?
Lexie: As you know, we ran extensive tests to check for any sign of cancer in your uterus. I know you have a family history of it --
Mimi: Okay, I can see where this is going. Why don't you just come out and say it? I'm going to die, aren't I?
John: Ah, Henley, how we doing here?
Henley: Almost done with pre-flight.
John: All right. You got the map that I wired you, right?
Henley: Yep, yep. I got my flight plan all logged in. We're good for go. Why don't you go strap in? We'll taxi over to runway two and run her up, and away we go.
John: I like the sound of that.
Henley: All right.
John: Good luck.
John: All right, hot off the press.
Bo: Is that the map that the computer spit out?
John: Yep. Let's anchor this one down. Hand me that paperweight there.
Bo: Okay. Here you go.
Bo: As far as I can tell, our flight pattern's gonna carry us right down through --
John: Holy smokes.
John: I'll be damned. Take a look at this.
Bo: What am I looking at? Oh, my God.
Bo: New Salem?
Roman: [Choking] [Groaning]
Marlena: It's me. I'm right here.
Roman: I c-- I can -- I can barely see. [Coughs] The...images... the colors... that's about it. I know -- I know I'm dying.
Marlena: No, Roman, Roman, it's dehydration. That's all it is. Here. Roman, I've got to go get you water. I'll be right back.
Roman: No, Doc. No, please. I need you here when I -- when I start to --
Marlena: No, no, no. Listen to me. I want you to fight. You have to fight for your life, do you hear me?
Roman: Doc, you know better than that. I'm a hell of a fighter, but -- but when it's your time, it's just -- it's your time.
Marlena: It's not your time. It's not. I don't believe that. Roman, think of everyone you've got to live for. You've got Carrie and Eric and Sami and -- think about me. Think about all we've shared.
Roman: Doc, I always think about that, of course.
Marlena: Well, then you just hang on to that. You just hang on. Roman, I've got to get water. I'll be right back. You hang on. Just hang on. Hang on.
Roman: [Grunting] [Coughing] [Muttering]
Roman: Who is -- who's there? [Coughs] What's that? Who -- who is there? [Coughing]
Bo: I don't believe it. There it is, staring us right in the face.
John: My God. New Salem. It's not a coincidence.
Bo: That's where they are. They have to be, John. Our friends and family that we assumed were dead -- they were systematically taken away from Salem and brought to that island. They're being held prisoner there.
John: Damn it, why didn't I see this before?
Bo: How could you, John? How could anybody? All those deaths -- gruesome. They were real.
John: There's only one man capable of pulling off such a scheme, Bo.
Bo: Stefano DiMera. Alive or dead, this reeks of his handiwork.
John: Why are we taxiing back to the terminal?
Bo: We went in a big circle. We're back where we started.
John: What the hell is going on?
Bo: This is ridiculous. We got to get the hell out of here.
Henley: I'm afraid that's not going to happen.
Bo: Aw, come on, man. Just get this plane in the air.
Henley: No can do. The tower just ordered us back. They're refusing us clearance to take off.
Henley: I don't know. I filed my flight plan, I-I followed all the procedures, and now some jerk is telling me that I was supposed to register my paperwork 48 hours in advance. I don't know. We're caught up in some pretty heavy red tape.
Bo: Like hell we are.
John: What are you doing?
Bo: I'm going to get this plane in the air. There's no way I'm going to let my wife die and the rest of our friends rot on some DiMera island.
Henley: You can't fight the F.A.A.
Bo: Yeah? Watch me give it a shot.
Roman: Doc... is that you? [Coughs] Who are you? Doc! Aah! Get the hell away! [Coughs] Get away!
Marlena: Roman, I'm right here! Roman, what is it? I'm here. What is it?
Roman: Doc, somebody was he-- here. [Coughs]
Marlena: No. Roman, no. No. No, we're alone. We're alone. It's okay. We're alone.
Roman: Doc, oh, God, you know, my mind is playing tricks. [Coughs]
Roman: Oh, my God. I wish I hadn't lost my eyesight. The last thing I wanted to see was your beautiful face before I died. I wanted to look and see your beautiful eyes and tell you how much I loved you, Doc.
Marlena: Roman, here, here. Here. Drink some water.
Rex: Okay, so she's not next door. That doesn't mean anything's wrong. I'm sure she's fine. I mean, if something was really wrong, I'd know about it. I mean, she'd definitely tell me. Yeah, hi, would like to get the number for Salem City Flowers. Great. Thanks. Hi, I'd like to order one dozen red roses for my girlfriend. Yeah, and can you send them to my apartment right away? My name is Rex Brady. Credit card number? Yeah, hold on one second. It is... 4120-347-65119-023. Yeah, my address is 4421 Riverfront Drive, Unit 3B. You know what? And go ahead and make it two dozen. What the hell? I'm sorry, what? What do you mean my credit card's declined? No, I don't have another card. Look, thanks for nothing. Great. I'm going to have to get another job besides that low-paying gig at Alice's. [Knock on door]
Professor Bhalla: Hello, Rex.
Rex: Professor Bhalla. What are you doing here? Come in.
Professor Bhalla: I'm here on official Salem University business. I know it's late, but, Rex Brady, tonight is the first day of the rest of your life.
Mimi: I knew it. It's the Lockhart curse.
Lexie: Mimi, I am so sorry.
Mimi: You don't have anything to be sorry about. It's not your fault I have uterine cancer.
Lexie: No, sweetie, I'm sorry that I scared you.
Lexie: You don't have cancer.
Mimi: I don't?
Lexie: No, not according to these lab results, and they're very accurate.
Mimi: Oh, God. Thank you, God. Oh, thank you so much, God almighty. Oh. Man, that was a close call. From now on, I won't say any more bad words, I will walk old people across the street, I --
Lexie: Oh, must be nice to have such a sense of joy. The cloud above you has lifted. You have a life of love and happiness to look forward to.
Mimi: When you walked in here, I just assumed you had bad news. Your face looked so grim.
Lexie: Um, it didn't have anything to do with you.
Mimi: Something wrong?
Lexie: Oh, my God. I don't believe it. He's not there. I don't want to talk about it, okay? It's kind of personal. I'm just happy I was able to put your mind at ease.
Mimi: I was just so worried when I saw all that blood.
Lexie: Okay, you did the right thing. It's very important for women your age, or any age, for that matter, to have regular checkups with their general practitioner or OB/GYN.
Mimi: I guess I just panicked because, well, with all these deaths recently, and not to mention Chloe, who had beaten cancer, and now she's gone, too.
Lexie: Sweetie, you don't have to keep justifying your visit to me. Okay? Your reaction was natural and appropriate.
Mimi: Oh. [Pager beeps]
Lexie: Oh, that's the lab. I have one more test result to look at. Would you excuse me?
Mimi: Sure. Go do your doctor thing. Oh, can I use your phone?
Lexie: Uh, yeah, of course. I'll be right back, okay?
Mimi: [Sighs] Man.
Mimi: Belle, it's me. I know you're on your way up to Green Mountain Lodge with Philip, and I don't want to bother you, but I just got really good news. I don't have cancer. [Sighs]
Man: Dr. Carver.
Man: I have your final test results on Miriam Lockhart.
Lexie: Oh, thanks. I was just on my way to the lab to pick it up. Thanks for saving me a trip.
Lexie: Oh, boy. Looks like Mimi's not out of the woods just yet.
Bo: Yeah, this is Bo Brady, Commander of the Salem P.D. Aw, come -- that is bull crap. I have taken off from this airport hundreds of times, and never encountered this bureaucratic nonsense. Listen to me, you moronic paper-pusher, you -- what?
John: Your intensity to get to Hope isn't working with this guy. Let me try. Hello, this is John Black. This is my private jet you've temporarily grounded. What is our estimated time of departure? National security's a priority for me, also, but if you understood the magnitude of this mission that we're on -- very well. Thank you. Henley, it's your lucky day. You're released.
Henley: You want me to put the plane back in the hangar?
John: No, I'll take care of it myself.
Henley: All right. Goodbye, sir, and, uh, I'm sorry.
John: Thank you.
Bo: What the hell -- there goes our only chance of getting out of here.
John: I had to release him, Bo. If he defies the F.A.A., they'll pull his pilot license.
Bo: What are we going to do, sit here and enjoy the mini-bar?
John: No. Prepare for departure.
Bo: How -- what the hell are you talking about?
John: When's the last time you flew a Learjet?
Bo: Excuse me?
John: You and I are flying this baby right out of here.
Marlena: Roman... I do love you. I don't want --
Roman: No, Doc, Doc, please, no. Please don't -- don't let me force you to say something you don't mean. But in my heart... [Coughs] in my heart, if I can know that you -- that you did love me, then I can die a happy man.
Marlena: Roman, you know, when you asked if you could make love to me... well, I've got to confess, I had so many feelings, and I -- I thought they were dead, and then... turns out you kind of brought them back to life.
Roman: Huh. Do you remember... do you remember that camping trip we went on? Ha ha. The one that you... hated so much. [Coughs] You just couldn't find a -- a plug-in for your hair dryer, and -- and no takeout food. Also, remember, no...
Marlena: No valet.
Roman: Yeah. No valet parking. Ha ha ha.
Marlena: Yeah. Well... you were -- I don't know, you were beer, and I was champagne, but... I got to say, that kind of made it fun.
Roman: Ha ha. Well, we did actually sit out by the fire... and we looked up at the stars. And my God, there were so many stars. That was such a beautiful night. That was an incredible night. And damn -- and damn, Doc, but those stars were almost as beautiful as you were.
Marlena: I know that we talked about growing old together.
Roman: Yeah, we -- and holding each other in our arms as we were dying. What was th... [Coughs] what was that -- that old song that we -- that we sang?
Marlena: Oh, uh... oh, gosh. It -- it ends with, um... "as the day becomes night, we will sit by candlelight. We will laugh, and we will sing, as the saints go marching in."
Roman: I love you. Doc... I love you so much. Will you please hold me... hold me until it's over? Please.
Marlena: Roman, I want you to know one thing -- I love you. I always will.
Lexie: Sorry for keeping you. There was one final test result I wanted to see before sending you home.
Mimi: Everything okay?
Lexie: Depends on your point of view. Mimi... you're pregnant.
Mimi: Shut up.
Mimi: No, I -- I don't mean shut up. That's just an expression of, you know...
Lexie: Of disbelief?
Lexie: Well, believe it. It's true.
Mimi: How did this happen?
Lexie: When a man and a woman come together --
Mimi: No, no, I don't mean that. I mean I was bleeding. I mean, how does that have anything to do with me being pregnant?
Lexie: That's what we need to find out. Uh...
Mimi: Oh, my God.
Lexie: Okay, have you taken any aspirin or... over-the-counter allergy medication lately?
Mimi: Well, I've had -- I've had some headaches. I think I have taken some aspirin. I actually think I've taken some allergy medicine, too. Pollen count's been way up. I know it's usually higher in the spring, but I-I'm allergic to ragweed or cat fur -- I can't really remember which -- and my eyes get all watery, and my throat gets all itchy and scratchy and -- and --
Lexie: Okay, Mimi, sweetie, I need you to focus, all right?
Mimi: I can't. I just can't believe I'm pregnant. I just can't believe it.
Lexie: I know. I know it's a shock. Give yourself some time, okay? You'll get used to the idea. But don't take too much time, because you have some very important decisions to make, and, of course, the father has to be told.
Mimi: Rex. Oh, my gosh. I love him so much. What will he say? He doesn't seem like he's the kind of guy who's remotely ready to be a dad. Now that I think about it, I-I'm not perfect mommy material.
Lexie: Sweetie, no one is perfect. Listen, why don't you go home, okay? Put your feet up, and think of how you're going to tell Rex, okay? And remember -- I'm here for you no matter what, not only as your doctor, but as a friend. All right?
Mimi: Thanks. Um, just one question -- as far as having sex goes...
Lexie: Yes, yes, of course you can still have sex. Just lay low on the meds until we're sure about the bleeding.
Mimi: Got it.
Lexie: Okay. Don't stress, okay?
Mimi: Thanks. Goodbye.
Mimi: Me... a baby? Oh, man, this is heavy. Wait till Rex finds out. But how am I going to tell him?
Rex: Professor, I haven't seen you since I graduated.
Professor Bhalla: I've never seen anyone rip through undergrad courses the way you did.
Rex: It was no big. Have a seat.
Professor Bhalla: I worked on that astro trajectory projection for 10 days straight. You mapped it together in 15 minutes.
Rex: I just tweaked the computer program, that's all.
Professor Bhalla: You call it "tweaking." I call it genius.
Rex: You know, not that I don't love being called "genius," but... can I be rude and ask what you're doing here?
Professor Bhalla: I was having lunch with Max Reinhart today at the faculty club. And he told me he saw you tending bar at Alice's.
Rex: Yeah, so?
Professor Bhalla: Don't you think you're a bit over-qualified?
Rex: Well, I mean, the hours are flexible, and it gives me a chance to work on my inventions. Would you like something to drink?
Professor Bhalla: Sure. But why does a DiMera need a job at all?
Rex: Ha! Haven't you heard the latest 411 on me? It turns out I'm not a wealthy DiMera after all. I'm a blue-collar Brady.
Professor Bhalla: I had no idea.
Rex: You know, it's a long story, and I'd rather not get into it, but the upshot is, I have bills to pay just like everyone else.
Professor Bhalla: But you're keeping up with your research work.
Rex: That's my passion.
Professor Bhalla: I have an idea.
Rex: And that is?
Professor Bhalla: I hate to see you wasting time tending bar. If you're looking for employment, why don't you come work for the university?
Rex: Shut up.
Professor Bhalla: Pardon me?
Rex: I'm sorry. It's just an expression my girlfriend uses when she's confronted by the unexpected.
Professor Bhalla: So, what do you say? Would you care to join the faculty of Salem University?
Bo: Yeah, right. We're gonna fly this plane.
John: Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
Bo: Yeah, it does, but this is no crop-duster. It's a $10 million jet. Have you seen that cockpit? It's all electronics, computers, et cetera.
John: Yeah, the principle is the same as flying any plane, though. I mean, you just try to keep it up in the air, don't crash into mountaintops, that sort of thing. We can manage.
Bo: Hold on. Just out of curiosity, have you logged any flight time in a jalopy like this?
John: It's been a couple years. Of course, the last time I flew, it didn't have as many doohickey's and gadgets, but that's a minor detail.
Bo: Doohickey's and -- I'm glad to see you're well-versed in the technical terms. I'm full of confidence. Not.
John: You just secure the cabin door and strap your ass in. We're heading for the friendly skies.
Bo: Hold on, John. You know I would risk my life 100 times over to save my wife --
John: Yeah, but what?
Bo: Zack. If something happens to me, if Hope doesn't make it home, the tiny man and his big brother -- they'll be orphans. This is a big deal. I can't take a decision like this lightly or selfishly.
John: All right, then relax. 'Cause nothing's gonna happen.
Bo: Yeah, right. I know that. We're defying F.A.A. orders here. You can't thumb your nose at Homeland Security. How are they gonna know we're not terrorists? They could shoot us out of the sky. This isn't just about me. It's about my family.
John: I know Bo. I'm in the same boat.
Bo: So, how do you justify a risk like this?
John: Well, maybe it's the trained mercenary in me talking, but failure is not an option.
Bo: Oh, nice. You sound like a frickin' bumper sticker.
John: Damn it, we are done talking. You are my copilot, or you are not. You make up your mind right now. I'm gonna fire these jets up, and I'm gonna head out to see if my wife is alive or not. A couple of hours ago, you were so damn sure that Hope was alive. Are you still sure
John: Do you still want to find out?
Marlena: Roman, please don't die. You've got so much to live for. Don't you want to walk Sami down the aisle?
Roman: Doc... you walk Sami down the aisle. You'll find a way off this island. Because you're strong, you'll take care of everybody. Doc...live for both of us. I love you... so much, Marlena. Please live for both of us. Goodbye.
Rex: If you're serious about this job offer, professor, I accept. Thank you, Professor Bhalla.
Professor Bhalla: If we're gonna be coworkers, maybe you could start calling me by my first name -- Sanjeev.
Rex: Awkward, but cool.
Professor Bhalla: Dr. Reinhart will be in contact with you. Welcome to the university.
Rex: Fantastic. Thank you very much.
Professor Bhalla: Goodbye.
Professor Bhalla: Hi, Mimi.
Mimi: Hi, honey, I'm home.
Rex: Mimi, where the hell have you been?
Mimi: I got groceries. We were out of tuna and peanut butter and --
Rex: That's not what I meant, and you know it. You completely took off from Chloe's memorial. I waited in the car for you for, like, an hour, and then when I went inside to get you, everybody was gone, it was dark. I completely freaked out. Why'd you bail like that?
Mimi: I'm sorry. I had to go to the doctor.
Rex: The doctor? Why didn't you tell me?
Mimi: You know what a space cadet I am.
Rex: Look, you didn't just forget to tell me, Mimi. Will you stop playing games with me, and tell me what the hell is going on? Why were you at the doctor's so late? Are you sick?
Mimi: Nope. The test results came back negative.
Rex: Test? What test? Why are you having tests run? Why didn't you tell me about this?
Mimi: I didn't want to say anything because I thought I was having female trouble, and I know how embarrassed you get about those kind of things.
Rex: Do not patronize me, Mimi. If I knew for one second that you had some serious medical condition, I'd --
Mimi: Well, don't worry, 'cause I don't.
Rex: Good. Because I -- I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you so much, Mimi.
Mimi: Good. Because I love you, too. Now, if you'll just let me put the rest of these groceries away --
Rex: Wait, wait, wait, wait. We have to get one thing straight -- from now on, we share everything with each other, okay? No more secrets.
Mimi: Don't worry. I wanna share my life with you -- my hopes, my dreams, my future... everything.
Bo: All right, I'm in.
John: Are you sure?
Bo: Yeah, let's get to that mystery island and find our wives.
John: And to hell with the danger?
Bo: I'm not gonna sit on my butt and let someone else do the dirty work. That's not how I'm built. Besides that, I've lost too damn much already. It's time to risk everything to get it back. Shawn and Zack -- that's what they would want me to do. I'm their father. If I didn't move heaven and earth to find their mother, they'd be disappointed in me.
Bo: Is this where you want me?
John: That'll be perfect. Our destination.
John: It's all coming back. Just like riding a bike.
Bo: I was afraid that cliché was gonna pop up at some point.
John: Yeah, well, but unlike riding a bike, if we crash, Bo, we're not just gonna scrape a knee. Someone's gonna scrape us up off the ground.
Bo: That's the least of our worries.
John: How do you figure that?
Bo: Well, getting there isn't our biggest worry.
John: Yeah, that's a fact. If DiMera's behind this, he knows we're on our way. He'll be ready for us.
Bo: And we'll be ready for him.
Marlena: Oh! Who are you? What are you doing? Come back here, you bastard!
Marlena: I don't believe it.
Lexie: Oh, my God. I don't believe it. Oh...Abe. Who could've taken your body? Why? Could my father be responsible? Are all the terrible things people have been saying about Stefano and the DiMera family true? Could Abe actually... be alive and trapped somewhere? Oh...Mimi.
Mimi: Um... why don't we light some candles and...put on some soft music and talk over a romantic dinner?
Rex: That sounds like a great idea, because I've got something I want to discuss with you.
Mimi: Funny. I was about to say the same thing.
Rex: Actually, I've got some news.
Mimi: I-I have a bit of a news report myself.
Rex: My news is pretty big.
Mimi: My news is small, but it could get bigger.
Rex: Okay, so you're admitting that my news is probably bigger than your news.
Mimi: Is this a competition?
Rex: No, no, I'm kidding. I can't wait to hear about your news. I'm sure it's great.
Mimi: Too bad it's not a contest, because I'm pretty sure I'd win.
Rex: Yeah, well, we'll see about that.
Mimi: Does your news have anything to do with Professor Bhalla's visit?
Mimi: Mm. I like it when you're mysterious.
Rex: You're kinda mysterious, too. Can you at least give me a hint?
Mimi: Not yet. But I'm sure you're going to love it.
Rex: I know I'll love it. I love you, Mimi Lockhart.
Mimi: I love you.
Rex: Listen, why don't I put the groceries away, and you go ahead and start dinner? Yeah? Okay.
Mimi: [Thinking] Oh, Rex, I hope you're about to get the most wonderful news of your life. You're going to be a daddy.
John: All right, let's find an unoccupied runway and get this baby up to speed.
Bo: Roger that.
Man on radio: Basic Black One, this is Salem Tower. You do not have clearance to take off.
John: I'm sorry, tower, I could not copy you. I must have a communication malfunction. I'll have it checked out when I reach my destination. Have a nice day.
Bo: Is that the best you could come up with?
John: Yeah, what the hell.
Man on radio: Basic Black One, I repeat, you do not have clearance to take off. You do not have an approved flight plan to fly with us. Cut your engines, and taxi back to your hangar immediately.
John: This is where it gets interesting.
Bo: All right, let's get the hell outta here and find our wives.
John: Here we go.
Bo: Aw...crap. I was afraid of that.
John: Airport security.
Bo: Well, I think they're here to give us a nice sendoff?
John: That, or they're gonna try to block the runway.
Bo: What do we do now?
John: Let's give 'em a flyby.
Bo: Okay. You think we've got enough clearance?
John: We're about to find out. Hold on.
Marlena: This is not the kit of a killer. It's the kit of a healer. Why else sterilize someone before you give him a lethal injection?
Marlena: Roman. Roman, I'm here, I'm here. Oh, my gosh. There's not much time left. Okay. Well, if this injection is lethal and I give it to you, it will kill you. But if I do nothing, you'll die anyway. Roman, I've got no choice. I've got no choice.
Marlena: Roman, I'm here. Okay.
Marlena: Oh, please, God, please, God, let this help him. Please. Don't let him die.
Marlena: Roman, Roman. How do you feel? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Roman, can you hear me? Roman! Oh, gosh, Roman! Roman, please, Roman, Roman, oh, God, please, oh, God!
Belle: And what shall we drink to?
Philip: To us.
Belle: To us.
Shawn-D: Can you, uh, can you give me a ride to the Green Mountain Lod-- you.
Nicole's voice: All I'm suggesting is that you comfort the man.
Nicole: I could do that.
Brady: Don't you dare.
Jennifer: I will be with you always.
Hope: And don't you dare die on us! Jennifer! Jennifer...
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