Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 9/7/04 - Canada; Wednesday 9/8/04 - U.S.A.
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Nicole's voice: What's the matter, girlfriend?
Nicole: Brady's putting himself through hell, watching old videos of Chloe.
Nicole's voice: Oh, he'll get over it.
Nicole: I hate to see him suffer like this.
Nicole's voice: Not your fault. Oh, come on. Did you arrange the diva's car accident?
Nicole: No. But I-I paid the tabloid reporter to make up stories that she was sleeping around.
Nicole's voice: If Brady bought it, it's his own damn fault.
Nicole: I feel for him.
Nicole's voice: Cheer up and count your blessings, kiddo. You're getting everything you ever wanted. Grandpa Munster is dead, right?
Nicole's voice: Marlena Evans is dead too, so she can't finger you for the old man's murder. Now that Chloe Lane is roadkill -- talk about a triple crown.
Nicole: Very funny.
Nicole's voice: The brass ring is sitting right in there on the sofa. He's ready for the taking. Are you gonna grab him or not?
Shawn-D: Yeah! Yeah, you too, buddy! Thanks for stopping to make sure that I'm all right!
Shawn-D: Oh, this -- this -- this is just-- this is just great! How the hell am I supposed to catch up with Philip before he steals Belle away from me now?
Philip: Come on. All right. You ready?
Philip: After you.
Belle: Ha ha. This is -- ha ha -- too much.
Philip: What? Oh. I'm sorry. When I made the reservation, they kept pitching me this romance package, but I specifically told them more than once that we don't need it.
Belle: It's no problem. After all, they probably thought that we were -- well, you know, most couples come here to -- well, you know.
Philip: Right, right. Yeah. Um, ha ha. So, uh, I guess if, um, somebody jumps out of the closet playing violin, just go ahead and ignore that, too, you know?
Belle: Ha ha ha. I'll certainly do my best.
Philip: Okay. Sorry. Um... so it's... you know, it's just a normal weekend, no, um, obligation to do anything but rest and relax. Uh... I'm going to leave you alone now, okay? I'm going to go next door to my room, okay?
Philip: All right. Um, just let me know when you want to grab some dinner, okay?
Belle: Okay, I will.
Philip: All right.
Belle: Sami's right. You're probably a thousand miles away. And if you're moving on... then so am I.
Belle: I don't believe it.
Bo: Look at all those emergency vehicles. You know, someone might think there's an emergency out here.
John: I think so. As much as I like complying with regulations, we're lifting off whether you like it or not. Hold on, Bo. They've got this whole runway completely blocked. This is going to be tight.
Bo: Yeah, actually, John, it doesn't look like there's enough room for us to take off there.
John: We're about to make a hell of a mess, aren't we?
Bo: John, come on. Whoa, whoa, hey. Watch out there! Get out of the way! Watch out! What was that?
John: Can't be good.
Bo: Oh, ma-- aw. What do you think that was? John?
John: Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on! Hold on! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Marlena: Roman! Roman, hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Roman, hold on! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Roman, hold on! Hang on, Roman! Hang on!
Abe: What have you done?
Marlena: Aah! Oh, Abe, thank God!
Hope: You came into the world the hard way, didn't you, little cousin? Yeah. But we're so glad to see you.
Hope: How is she?
Patrick: It doesn't look good.
Hope: Are the stitches holding?
Patrick: Yeah. You did a good job. But you're right about her condition. I think she's hemorrhaging internally. I mean, if she loses any more blood, I don't think --
Jennifer: Hope. Hope.
Hope: Jen, I'm right here, honey, okay?
Jennifer: Will you -- will you bring him to me? I want to -- I want to hold him one more -- one more time before I'm gone.
Patrick: Oh, hey, hey, you're not going anywhere.
Hope: Here he is.
Hope: He's counting on you.
Jennifer: Oh, my. Oh. Oh, gosh, I, um... I know what's about to happen. And if I could -- if I could -- if I could make it stop, I would, but I can't. I want you to know how -- how much your mommy loves you, and -- and how I'm going to -- I'm going to be with you always.
Hope: Jen. Jen, don't you dare die on us. Jennifer! Jennifer! Jen.
Bo: All right, John, is there something I can do here?
John: Just stand on that right rudder and pull the yoke back hard. Hard, Bo, come on. Up, up, up, up, up, up. Come on, climb, climb, climb. Climb -- oh, baby.
Bo: All right. Hey, uh, when we took off, did we hit something there?
John: I don't know. It felt like it. According to the instrument panel, everything's operational, though.
Bo: You sure? 'Cause it kind of felt like something metal was ripped off the plane. Maybe we hit the top of one of those emergency trucks.
John: If there were a problem, the panel would indicate it.
Bo: All right.
John: Let's forget about it. Let's concentrate on taking that island now.
Bo: Yeah, and find our wives and everybody else.
John: That's a fact. If they are on that Godforsaken place called New Salem, I just pray that they're all right.
Bo: Yeah, well, I pray that we make it. I've got a bad feeling about that takeoff.
Abe: What are you trying to do, kill him?!
Marlena: No, of course not. I've got to get him stabilized first.
Abe: He's having a seizure. What the hell's in this syringe?
Marlena: I don't know.
Abe: How could you inject him if you didn't know what you were putting in his system?
Marlena: Somebody showed up and left it.
Marlena: I don't know. He -- he was wearing a mask, and he was wearing dark clothes.
Abe: Our host?
Marlena: I don't know. I don't know. I had to make a choice. I had to make it fast. Roman was dying. He left behind a bag. It had syringes. It had -- it had antiseptic. It had all kinds of antibiotics in it. So I had to make the choice. I had nothing to lose. Roman had nothing to lose, so I injected him.
Marlena: Roman? Roman!
Abe: Roman. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I guess we just don't have any choice but to wait and see if his body processes whatever's in this syringe. If it was poison... he'll die, but if not...
Marlena: He may die anyway. I don't want that... [Sobbing]
Hope: Jennifer, open your eyes. Jennifer! Jennifer, look at me. Look at me. Open your eyes. Look at me.
Jennifer: What? Oh, what's going on?
Hope: You gave us a scare.
Jennifer: Oh, I was in -- I was in a white, white place.
Hope: You have to hang on. You have to be strong for your son, for Abby. This is where you need to stay with us. Hang on, Jen.
Patrick: Yeah, yeah, I'm ri-- I'm right here.
Jennifer: I, uh, I just want to talk to Hope. Could -- could you just give us some time alone?
Hope: Why don't you wait outside? Keep a lookout for Marlena.
Jennifer: [Sighs] I, uh... I want you -- I want you to do me a favor.
Jennifer: Okay. Just listen to me. I need you... I need you to just let me die, please.
Shawn-D: Come on, come on, come on. Why are you giving me problems? Come on. Just -- damn it, come on. How am I supposed to hike 20 miles on a broke leg, huh? Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm harmless! Please!
[Knock on door]
Philip: Belle? What the hell? She just called --
Philip: Ha ha. Hi.
Belle: I ordered up a little something from room service.
Belle: Such a beautiful night.
Philip: It's perfect. This is gorgeous. Ha ha. I mean, the -- the night. You see the Big Dipper?
Belle: It's huge, isn't it?
Belle: So I thought we could relax in the hot tub before we have dinner.
Philip: Yeah? All right, just let me run and go get my suit. I'll be right back, okay?
Belle: Hey, Philip, before you go, would you mind opening up the champagne and pouring us each a glass?
Philip: Sure. No problem. Okay. Let's see. Hang on a second.
Belle: What's the matter?
Philip: Well, I just think it's just a little bit jammed. I'll get it in a second.
Belle: Well, can I help?
Philip: No, no, no. This is a piece of cake. It'll just take me one more second. Come on. You know, sometimes if you, uh, if you get a little leverage with it... aah!
Belle: Aah! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Philip: Think that's funny?
Philip: Do you really? Do you think this is funny?
Belle: Aah! Ha ha ha!
Philip: How do you like that? Is that funny?
Belle: Oh, God.
Brady: How is it for a woman of your sophistication to be roughing it here in the great American wilderness?
Chloe: Oh, I love it. We had tree bark...
Nicole's voice: All I'm suggesting is that you comfort the man -- a little tea and sympathy, for heaven's sake.
Nicole: I could do that.
Nicole's voice: Then what are you waiting for? Get in there and give the man a shoulder to cry on. Take his mind off Chloe.
Chloe: Oh, I love it. We had tree bark for breakfast.
Brady: Tree bark. Of course.
Chloe: I feel like singing.
Brady: Ah! Brilliant! Brava, Miss Lane. So tell us -- have you found a way to the West?
Chloe: Oh, darling, let me let you in on a little secret. It's not so much the discovery as the quest itself.
Brady: Don't you dare. It's my little brother Patrick.
John: I'm sure you realize that if DiMera is behind this, he knows we're coming.
Bo: Wouldn't be the first time that old Phoenix has risen from the ashes.
John: Mm-hmm. Then there's Tony. Tried so hard to convince us Stefano's ashes were in that urn. He's always been ambivalent about that old man.
Bo: The thing is, when we tested those ashes, all we could find out was that they were human. We couldn't tell whose ashes they were.
John: We need a game plan. Now, I know that you're the police commander, but if Stefano turns up on that island, you got to throw that law book right out the window.
Bo: You're damn right I do. In Salem, I'm the police commander. Out here, I'm a desperate husband. We run into that old bastard, he's dead.
John: Point taken. [Beeping]
Bo: What the --
Bo: What's going on?
John: Incoming aircraft, flanking our sides.
Bo: Oh, man. The D.E.A. They're signaling us to turn around.
John: I can give them a signal of their own.
Bo: All right.
John: "Basic Black One." Come in, please. This is "Basic Black One." This is "Basic Black One." Do you read me? The damn thing is trashed. We must have lost it during takeoff. [Beeping]
Bo: Now what?
John: Damn it!
Bo: What's that? What is it?
John: I had the I.S.A. modify my jet with fighter pilot capabilities. That alarm you hear means they have a lock on us, and they are ready to open fire.
Bo: That can't be good.
Marlena: Oh, Abe. I never meant to hurt him. [Sobbing]
Abe: Marlena... you were trying to ease his pain. I understand.
Marlena: Yeah. You know, ever -- ever since I got here... I keep being reminded of why... I fell in love with him in the first place. He's such a good man. And all those feelings have just begun to resurface. I-I can't really help it.
Abe: You know, when I see the two of you together, I forget what year it is. It feels like time stood still. Seeing the two of you together, it just seems as if you're still --
Marlena: We're both -- we're still married? I know. I know. It's got nothing to do with how much I love John, you know.
Abe: It's this monster that has us captive here. And he's deliberately playing with your feelings.
Marlena: Roman. Please come back to us. Oh, please come back to us.
Marlena: Oh! He's come back! Oh, you came back.
Belle: Philip. Aah!
Philip: Ha ha ha ha.
Belle: And I thought you were so grown up after a year in the Marines.
Philip: Semper fi!
Belle: Ha ha ha. You're still the same guy I used to dog-paddle with in your dad's pool.
Philip: Ah, like you're so sophisticated. Ha ha.
Belle: Thank you for making me laugh.
Philip: My pleasure.
Belle: Is it wrong of us to be here laughing? I-I mean, after Chloe's memorial.
Philip: I don't think so. I think Chloe would have wanted us to enjoy every moment.
Belle: This moment's all we have, isn't it? Sami's always telling me I'm too careful, that I wait and wait and try to make sure everything's perfect before I act.
Philip: You take all the time you need, 'cause I'm not going anywhere. You are the woman that I love, and you know that now. You don't have to rush into anything, okay? I just like being here with you. Let's just relax. I wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
Belle: Me neither.
Philip: Should we have some more champagne?
Belle: Yeah. How much is left in there?
Philip: Uh, let's see. Looks like maybe enough for a toast. Perfect.
Belle: And what shall we drink to?
Philip: I think we should drink to new beginnings and to us.
Belle: To us. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha.
Nicole: You're hurting me.
Nicole: I know you're hurting, Brady. Is there anything I can do to help you?
Brady: Can you leave me the hell alone? I should've been there. I should've gone to Austria.
Nicole: Brady, if you went to Austria on that ticket I bought you, you'd be dead. You would've been killed in that car accident with Chloe.
Brady: I meant later... with Nancy. I should have gone to the morgue with Nancy, said goodbye in person.
Nicole: I don't think Chloe would want you to remember her that way.
Brady: Maybe not.
Nicole: I think she'd want you to remember this past Christmas -- how beautiful she looked, how happy you both were.
Brady: Do you have any idea how hard it is to accept the fact that I can't hold this girl in my arms anymore? The love of my life -- dead!
Nicole: You're gone. You gotta let Brady go.
Chloe's voice: And I want to thank you for that, Brady, for bringing that into my life. I love you, too.
Nicole: Look, I know you and I never liked each other very much. But we both care about Brady, and he was devoted to you when you were living. And if he obsesses about you in death, you'll ruin his life. Let him go, Chloe. Let him be happy with someone else.
Bo: How fast can this buggy go?
John: I've never taken it to the limit before.
Bo: You think you can outrun the D.E.A.?
John: I think now would be a pretty good time to find out. How are we doing?
Bo: They're hanging with us.
John: All right, let's see how nimble they are. Here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna pull back into a steep climb, and we're gonna go left on the count of three. Foot on the left rudder, here we go. Pull back real hard. 2, pull back, 3, left rudder hard. Left! That's it. [Grunts] G-force! We're gonna switch to right rudder on three. Go right! Hold it, hold it, hold it! Pull it out. Pull back slow, pull back slow.
Bo: It isn't that bad.
John: Here we go.
Bo: All right, way to go.
John: All right, check the radar. They're gone.
Bo: Yeah, and, uh, we're off-course. Uh-oh.
John: What's up?
Bo: We've just entered restricted military airspace.
Abe: Well, now that Roman is out of the woods, we better get to Jennifer. That's what I came back to tell you.
Roman: Jennifer's alive?
Marlena: Oh, my gosh. What about the baby? Did the baby make it?
Abe: Beautiful boy.
Marlena: But is he healthy?
Abe: So far, so good.
Marlena: Oh, thank God.
Abe: I just wish I could say the same for the mother. Hope and Patrick are with her, but she's suffering from internal bleeding.
Marlena: Oh, no.
Roman: Doc... you should go.
Abe: Look, I marked a path for you. I'll stay with Roman. And if the man in black comes back, I'll nail him to the wall.
Marlena: No, you won't. We're indebted to him, Abe. Whatever was in that syringe -- it saved Roman's life.
Roman: No, Doc, you saved my life. Thanks for not giving up on me.
Marlena: Oh, come on, it was never an option. I'll be back as soon as I can.
Roman: Oh, man.
Hope: Where's Marlena? What's taking her so long?
Patrick: I don't know. How's Jen?
Hope: She's bleeding to death.
Patrick: Come on. I have this feeling that were being watched.
Hope: Who's there?
Brady: I heard what you said.
Nicole: I'm sorry. I...
Brady: It's okay. There's really no reason to be worried about me.
Nicole: I can't help it.
Brady: It's not up to Chloe to let go of me. It's up to me to let go of Chloe... in my own time, in my own way.
Nicole: I understand.
Brady: I put in this tape because I wanted to get those paparazzi photos out of my head. I wanted to take myself back to a time when Chloe and I first fell in love.
Nicole: I see.
Brady: You know where that footage was taken?
Brady: Colorado. I wanted to take Chloe to Hollywood so she could see an opera and so she could stand on the stage of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. It never happened, though. The plane we were on had engine trouble. We got stranded in the rocky mountains.
Nicole: So it was a happy accident.
Brady: Worked out perfectly. Want to watch some of this with me?
Brady: Chloe and I really did have the best time on this trip.
Nancy: Hi, honey, it's me.
Brady: Mrs. Wesley, where are you?
Nancy: In Austria. At the hospital. It's a good thing that you didn't come with me. You wouldn't have recognized her.
Belle: Why don't we get dressed and go to dinner?
Philip: You got it.
Philip: Come on.
Philip: All right, well, look, I'm right next door, so I'll just change real quick and then we'll go.
Belle: Okay, great.
Belle: Too fast, too slow... I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know what I'm wearing. Did I bring a dress? I think I did. Oh, I put it in the closet.
Shawn-D: I'm coming for you, Belle.
Shawn-D: Hi, can you, uh, can you give me a ride to the Green Mountain Lod-- you.
Brady: Oh, my God.
Nancy: I... I just wanted to let you know that our angel is at peace now.
Brady: I appreciate that.
Nancy: Goodbye, dear.
Brady: She's gone.
Nicole: Oh, Brady.
Nicole: [Thinking] He's mine.
Nancy: I've done what you've asked me to. Although I'M... not exactly sure that it was the right thing.
Chloe: Thank you.
Nancy: Chloe... I didn't want to fly to Salem and tell Brady that you were dead and... sweetheart, making that phone call was almost as hard. I wish you could've heard the sadness in that man's voice.
Chloe: I'm glad I didn't.
Nancy: Sweetheart, Brady loves you for yourself... not for your pretty face.
Chloe: I'm not that pretty anymore.
Nancy: True beauty is on the inside. Now, you know that. I'll never sing again, and I'm disfigured, Mom. "Ghoul Girl" is back, only a thousand times worse.
Nancy: Sweetheart, don't say that.
Chloe: Brady can never see me like this. Never.
Bo: No doubt about it. We're in the same military no-fly zone where Hope and Patrick were shot down.
John: How long ago did we breach it?
Bo: Long enough for them to try to reach us on the radio.
John: Yeah... which is non-functional.
Bo: Aw, damn it. Copilot to pilot -- get us outta here ASAP!
Bo: What the hell?
John: We just took a hit, Bo.
Bo: Oh, man. We're hit again over here.
John: We're losing altitude. Flaps down! Pull back! We're going down! Pull back! Prepare for impact! Pull back, pull back, Bo! Come on, come on, come on!
Patrick: There she is.
Hope: Marlena, thank God.
Marlena: Abe found me, said you need help. Where is she?
Patrick: I know you're out there. Why don't you show yourself, you coward?
Marlena: Jen, honey, I'm right here. Let me check you, see how you're doing, okay? Give Hope the baby. Easy, I've got him. He's very sweet, very sweet. Got him?
Hope: Yes, I have him. Shh, shh, shh.
Marlena: Okay, Jen.
Marlena: I don't have a clotting agent, and she's lost so much blood already. I don't know how long she can last.
Hope: How much longer?
Marlena: I don't --
Marlena: Why are you playing God with our lives? And if you're out there and you can hear me, then do something! Don't let her die!
Jennifer: Who -- who are you?
Patrick: I'd like to know the same damn thing.
Tony: I just arrived. And it's a good thing, judging by Jennifer's condition.
Marlena: Why do you say that?
Tony: Because she's dying and I'm the only one who can save her.
Doug: That's John Black's plane!
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