Days of Our Lives Transcript Thursday 1/6/05 - Canada; Friday 1/7/05 - U.S.A.
Proofread By Niki
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Chelsea: Oh, my God. That man's body is so hot.
Abby: It should be. He does this every night.
Chelsea: Yeah? And what happens after the show?
Abby: What do you mean "what happens"? He goes to his room and takes a shower, I guess.
Chelsea: Showers, huh?
Abby: Whatever you're thinking about, donít.
Chelsea: I'm thinking that I should get better acquainted with my future lover. And you're gonna help me.
Hope: Okay, my phone, my purse. Where --
Hope: My purse.
Jennifer: No, your purse is down here, in the chair.
Hope: Oh, God. Please, please, God, let this be Bo. Hello?
Mickey: Hello, Hope. It's uncle Mickey.
Hope: Uncle Mickey. Uncle Mickey, is anything wrong?
Mickey: Well, um, actually, um, I think I have some, uh, bad news for you.
Kate: Oh, God, where the hell is she? She should be here by now.
Woman: You wouldn't be referring to me?
Kate: Ah, Karen, thank you so much for coming.
Karen: This had better be good, Kate. Commissioner Gordon called me away from a very important political fundraiser. He said it was urgent that I see you?
Kate: Oh, urgent, yes. It's very urgent. It's about what happened at St. Lukeís. I don't know if you've heard.
Karen: I heard something about an accident.
Kate: An accident?
Karen: Wait a minute. Wasn't tonight the night that your son is getting married to John Black's daughter Belle?
Kate: Yes. And Belle's ex-boyfriend literally crashed the wedding on his motorcycle. He drove through a stained-glass window, nearly killing Belle and Philip and several others before setting the church on fire.
Karen: Oh, dear God. Oh, surely we're not talking about Shawn Brady, Bo and Hope's son?
Kate: Bo and Hope's son -- he's the one.
Karen: Oh, I can't believe it. But why call me?
[Cellular phone rings]
Kate: Hold on just one second. I have to take this phone call. It might be from my son.
Karen: Of course.
Man: Hello, yeah. It's Coleman. I apologize for calling so late, Ms. Brady, but I thought you might like to know that your daughter and Bo Brady have safely arrived in Europe aboard the Basic Black jet.
Kate: Bo and Billie are in Europe together... again?
Coleman: Well, you did ask me to keep the jet at their disposal.
Kate: Yes, I did. I'm just -- I'm a little surprised, that's all. Pleasantly surprised.
Coleman: Well, I don't know when we'll have it back.
Kate: Well, that's okay. Just stay there. We don't need the plane right now. Keep it on standby for my daughter. Thank you so much for letting me know.
Kate: Karen, I'm so sorry for the interruption.
Karen: Oh, no, I'm just going over the police report. I still can't believe that Shawn could be so reckless and irresponsible. He was always a good kid.
Kate: Yes, well, obviously he's not anymore. He's violent, and he's out of control. And as the judge who oversees the police commission, I want to know what you're gonna do about him.
Mickey: I'm calling about Shawn.
Hope: Actually, I'm just on my way to the hospital. Lexie said that --
Mickey: No, no, no, Hope. Shawn isn't at the hospital. I'm afraid he's been arrested.
Billie: Hello? Anybody home?
Bo: I'm gonna try to reach Hope again.
[Billie rings bell]
Woman: Yes, I'm coming. Sorry to keep you waiting. You're checking in rather late. Do you have a reservation?
Billie: Uh, no, we donít. Our trip was rather unexpected. But do you happen to have two rooms?
Woman: Two, you say?
Woman: Sorry, we have only one vacancy, but it sleeps two in a standard bed.
Billie: Oh. One standard bed?
Woman: One standard bed. Will that do?
Jack: I gotta find somebody to help me -- somebody who's not on the DiMera payroll, which seems to be half the people in this town -- including the police. Boy, I need some money. Oh, yes, I need a passport. I need to get back inside before I freeze to death. Yeah, I just hope that Bart doesn't come back and look for me. Oh, doggone it.
[Coins fall to the ground]
Man: Hold it right there.
Jennifer: Shawn has actually been arrested?
Hope: I figured he would be. He tested positive for both alcohol and drugs. What the hell is going on with him? What is happening to my son? And where the hell is Bo?
Jennifer: Wait, take it easy. Take it easy. I'm gonna go down to the station with you, okay?
Hope: If you really wanna help me, please just go and see Gran. I'd rather she hear it from one of us than read about it in the newspaper tomorrow.
Jennifer: All right, I'll go. I'll go right now.
Hope: Thank you. Jen, thank you for everything.
Jennifer: Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
Hope: I'd be a hell of a lot better if my husband was here.
Jennifer: Just like you said, he will be here soon, all right? Let's go, come on. I'll get your purse. Go on.
Bo: Come on, Fancy Face, where are you?
Billie: Sorry, we haven't actually had time to change our money yet, but that should do it.
Woman: Not to worry. I'm just sorry we couldn't accommodate your request. I hope a single room will not be a problem.
Billie: No, it's not a problem.
Woman: I didn't think so. I know two people in love when I see them. Perhaps I should mind my own business.
Bo: No, no, that's okay. You're right, I -- we're not married yet. You know, we're kinda old-fashioned.
Woman: Isn't that sweet?
Billie: We're old-fashioned and old world. We, um, we were thinking about buying a place around here. It seems like an ideal place to raise a family.
Woman: Oh, you wanna buy a home here?
Billie: Well, first, we wanted to check out the village a little bit and the surrounding areas. Are there many children around here?
Woman: Oh, yes, yes. We have many children in the village and around it. We have wonderful schools, and down the mountain, there is a lovely convent by the lake. Wait, I have some brochures. It will give you a lot of information.
Bo: Thank you. Um, do you have anything on that big castle we saw coming in?
Woman: Stay away from that place. Stay away, or you will live to regret it.
Woman: Please, will you follow me this way?
Bo: Sure. I got it.
Billie: Are you sure?
Bo: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Billie: All right, just be careful.
Jack: [Imitating foreign accent] Ja, you looking for me?
Man: You missed one.
Jack: Ah, thank you. Thank you. Excuse me.
Man: Wait a minute. You look very familiar. Have we met somewhere before?
Abby: What are you doing with my brother's baby monitor?
Chelsea: I borrowed it from your mom's room.
Abby: What for?
Chelsea: I'll show you.
Abby: What in the world? What is that?
Chelsea: What's it look like? It's Patrickís shower. I took it from Jack Jr.ís nursery and put it in his bathroom.
Abby: No way. You did not do that.
Chelsea: Hey, I said I wanna get to know him better. And soon we'll be seeing every last inch of him.
Abby: Forget it, Chelsea. I won't let you do it.
Jennifer: Hey, Patrick, it's me. I'm just calling to check in.
Patrick: Hey, Jen. The baby's fine. He's upstairs sound asleep, and Abby and Chelsea are staying out of trouble.
Jennifer: Good. That's very good. I take it Chelsea is spending the night.
Patrick: Yeah, so I was told. Oh, hey, you know you have a message. Do you want me to check it for you?
Jennifer: No, that's okay. I'll check it when I get home. Listen, Patrick, I hate to ask you this, but would you mind staying with the baby and the girls a little while longer?
Patrick: No, no problem. Like I said, it's been quiet all night.
Jennifer: Well, I guess I have Chelsea to thank for that as far as Abby is concerned.
Patrick: Yeah, I think, uh, I think she's a good influence.
Jennifer: Yeah, but the one person that Abby really needs is her father. You know, the only person that could really ever get through to her was Jack.
Man: I know I've seen you somewhere before. Where was it?
Man: Hey, you okay?
Jack: Ja. I have T.B. You help me, ja?
Man: No, sorry, you just need to find a doctor.
Jack: Excellent. Excellent. Just enough money to get me a hotel room. Some place safe, out of sight, where I can think about my next move. Good. Very good.
Jack: I've gotta get out of sight before someone spots me. [Foreign accent] Uh, hello, I would like a room, one night, I pay cash, and, uh, oh... I dropped -- frozen fingers. I seem to be dropping a lot of things lately.
Bo: I don't know what the hell's going on -- answering machine at the house is off, her voicemail's full. I-I don't even have a way to leave her a message.
Billie: This is not good.
Bo: No, it's not. She obviously knows I'm gone by now. She's going crazy looking for me. I just gotta -- I gotta call her and explain what happened.
Billie: Oh, my God, Bo. You're bleeding!
Kate: I'm worried, Karen. I'm worried what else Shawn is going to do to my son and his wife. I mean, clearly he's disturbed. Clearly he intends to make trouble for them. And what I'm concerned about is that he's just going to get a slap on the wrist because the two of his parents work for the Salem P.D. I'm asking you not to give him special treatment.
Karen: Now, after all these years, don't you know me better than that? You know if Shawn is found guilty of what you claim, I don't care whose son he is, he'll be dealt with accordingly.
Hope: I wouldn't have it any other way. Don't worry, Kate. If my son has committed a crime, he'll pay the price.
Kate: Well, I'm sure you understand why I'm concerned, Hope.
Hope: Yes, of course, I understand. And I, too, am concerned. And you can bet that my husband and I will get to the bottom of this.
Kate: Well, that's good. That's good for all our sakes.
Hope: By the way, um, do you have any idea where Billie is? I didn't see her at the wedding.
Kate: No, no, I donít. I was wondering that myself, and then I thought she was probably doing something for the I.S.A. Unless you know something. Is there some reason that I should be worried?
Hope: No. No, I just wanted to make sure everything was all right. Excuse me.
Karen: Well, if we're through here, Kate, I really should be getting back.
Kate: Oh, yes, the political fundraiser. I'm sure that's very important to you this year.
Karen: Yes, it is.
Kate: Yes, well, I can understand that. I mean, with the re-election coming up and all... all the more reason to make sure that Shawn Brady doesn't get off easy.
Karen: Why, Kate, that wouldn't by any chance be some kind of threat?
Shawn-d: So, that's it. That's the whole story.
Mickey: Well, I wasn't there to witness any of this, so I, uh, I hope you're telling me the truth.
Shawn-d: I wouldn't lie to you, uncle Mickey. It is the truth. There was no other way to get into the church -- the doors were locked, the place was guarded. Next thing I know, something just came over me.
Mickey: So you crashed your motorcycle through a stained-glass window right into the wedding party.
Shawn-d: I never meant to hurt Belle -- or anyone. You have to believe that.
Hope: It doesn't matter what uncle Mickey believes or what I believe. Shawn, don't you realize that what you've done could put you away for years? During the holiday season? According to a recent poll, it's money woes. Not having enough cash in your wallet is followed by the pressures of gift giving, a lack of time, and those looming credit card bills. So here are some tips on alleviating all that stress.
Hope: Shawn, my God, what were you thinking? Honey, how did we get to this point?
Shawn-d: Belle and Philip are getting married now?
Alice: Oh, do you intend to do something about it?
Shawn-d: I thought I heard Belle's voice. Did she call?
Belle's voice: Shawn, it's Belle. Look, I'm at the church and I really wanna see you. We need to talk. Please call.
Shawn-d: I was having a dream about Belle.
Shawn-d: I've been wrong about her.
Shawn-d: She is about to make the biggest mistake of her life. I have to stop her.
Jan: No! Shawn!
Shawn-d: Hang on, Belle, I'm coming.
Man: It's a private service. You can't go in.
Shawn-d: Damn it. I'll find a way in there. There is no way I'm letting Belle make the biggest mistake of her life.
Hope: What? Shawn, talk to me. What is it? Honey, talk to me.
Chelsea: What's your problem?
Abby: Spying on someone in the shower is wrong. It's a violation of Patrickís privacy.
Chelsea: Oh, please. The way he struts his stuff around here half-naked, I'm sure he'd be thrilled to know we took a peek at the full package.
Abby: You're that desperate to see a naked man?
Chelsea: No, just that one.
Abby: You're crazy, you know that? He wouldn't even give you the time of day.
Chelsea: Because he thinks I'm just a little kid.
Abby: For starters.
Chelsea: Well, I'll change that. As soon as he sees the new me, not even your mom will stand a chance.
Abby: My mom? You think my mom --
Chelsea: Oh, please. Where have you been?
Abby: They're friends. He's been there for her.
Chelsea: Your mom's trying to swoop in on my man. But it's not gonna happen.
Abby: You really have lost it. My mom is still in love with my dad.
Chelsea: Abs, grow up. Your father is dead, and he's not coming back. And whether you like to think of her that way or not, your mom's a real woman with real needs that aren't being satisfied in a big cold bed all by her lonesome.
Abby: Okay, I so do not need to hear this.
Chelsea: But it's true. I see the way she depends on her "friend." I see the way he looks at her. Those two are on their way to hooking up big-time unless I do something to stop it.
Abby: Oh, my God.
Chelsea: Okay, and you better hope I do 'cause once they hit the sheets, your mom's gonna be like, "Jack who?"
Abby: No, she wouldn't do that to my dad.
Chelsea: She would and she will. She'd do it in a heartbeat. So, you wanna help me get lover boy away from your mom or not? Good. Now here's what we need to do.
Man: Excuse me. You've dropped this.
Jack: Oh, thank you. Thank you. Please, uh, the room. I'm... I'm very tired.
Woman: You are in luck. A man and a woman just walked in. They wanted two rooms. But I could see they belonged together, you know? So I figured, what the hell? Let them share just one.
Jack: Yes, you're very nice.
Woman: I know on a night like this -- a night not fit for man or beast -- there would be others coming. And I hate so much to turn anyone around.
Jack: Yes, yes, yes, I see. But I am very tired. If you could possibly give me a key.
Woman: Okay, to tell you the truth, the room is not ready.
Woman: My maid -- she had to go home, she was sick. But my daughter -- she's cleaning it right now.
Jack: Yes, I-I-I... I'm not picky.
Woman: Will you have a seat in the bar? It will just be a few more minutes.
Jack: Ja, I go to the bar, and you tell me when the room is ready?
Jack: Soon, Jennifer, soon.
Jennifer: So, Hope is on her way to the station. Uncle Mickeyís already there.
Alice: Darling, what about Bo?
Jennifer: Well, Bo seems to be missing at the moment.
Jennifer: Yes, missing. He was supposed to be home resting while Hope was at the wedding. And when she got home, he was gone. Don't you remember when Jack would do things like that? He'd get a lead on a story, and he would just disappear on me sometimes?
Alice: Yes, I remember it would drive you crazy.
Jennifer: Yes, it would drive me completely insane, Gram. Gosh, Gram, I just -- I miss him so much.
Kate: Karen, don't be silly. Of course, I'm not threatening you. Oh, my God, I'm merely pointing out that during an election year, every action you take or don't take will be closely watched.
Karen: I'm well aware of that, but until the D.A. reviews the charges, there's nothing I can do. So, if you'll excuse me.
Kate: Of course. Thank you so much for coming up, though, and putting my mind at ease that when the time comes, you will do the right thing.
Karen: Good night, Kate.
Mickey: Hello, Karen.
Mickey: Hope told me you were here.
Karen: Hello, Mickey. How are you?
Mickey: Well, I've -- I've been better. Has the D.A. had a chance to review the charges yet?
Karen: I'm not sure. From what I understand, Father Jansen hasn't even decided if he's going to press charges.
Mickey: And if he does?
Karen: Well, depending on what the D.A. goes for, your nephew could be facing 6 to 10 in Statesville.
Kate: Hi, Joelle, it's Kate. Yes, I'm so sorry to disturb you during this hour, but, um, it's a little bit of an emergency, and I need you to place a few calls for me. Yes, the first one is to Bishop Keeler. Then the D.A.
Hope: You understand these charges are serious. Shawn, this isn't kid stuff anymore.
Shawn-d: Mom, I know. It's serious. I'm in trouble. I understand.
Hope: How come you're not concerned?
Shawn-d: I am. It's just I'm more concerned with Belle, with her knowing that I am sorry, and that I never meant to hurt her.
Hope: Honey, Belle is going to be fine. But right now, you need to worry about yourself. Shawn, honey, what the hell were you thinking? Now you're not just drinking, you're doing drugs?
Shawn-d: No, I am not. I am not doing drugs. I don't do that.
Hope: Honey, lab reports don't lie.
Shawn-d: They must because I'm telling you they're wrong.
Hope: They're not wrong.
Shawn-d: Then, I... I don't know. I don't know. Mom, look, I have to talk to Belle now. You can leave these handcuffs on, have a police officer escort me over there. I'll come right back.
Hope: You know I can't do that.
Shawn-d: Come on, you know everyone here. You have to be able to pull some strings.
Hope: That would be obstruction of justice. D.A. Nahir would have my head for it. Even if that wasn't the case, you know I can't do it --
Shawn-d: No, it's fine. It's fine, mom. No, it's fine. Thank you for trying. I appreciate it, really.
Shawn-d: What? You know what? I have an idea. Let me talk to dad. Maybe dad'll help me out.
Hope: Your dad's not here.
Shawn-d: What are you talking about he's not here? Where is he?
Shawn-d: Where is dad, mom?
Hope: I don't know.
Billie: You know, you really need to take it easy, Bo. Especially in this high altitude. It's probably why your wound opened up and you started bleeding.
Bo: You've turned into quite a nurse. Thanks for taking care of me.
Billie: Yeah, just returning the favor. All right. Drink this, take some of this -- not necessarily in that order -- and I will be downstairs in the bar.
Bo: In the bar? Why in the bar?
Billie: Well, because I'm too wired to sleep. So I'm just gonna go downstairs, and take my notes with me, start working on everything, and then we can get a start bright and early if you're up to it.
Bo: Yeah, I'll be up to it. But listen, Billie, I don't want you to get your hopes up too high here.
Billie: Bo, it makes sense that she'd be here. If she was adopted by a local family --
Bo: If she was adopted. We don't know that she was. And, Billie, I don't want you leaving this inn without me.
Billie: Who said anything about leaving?
Bo: Oh, yeah, like I don't know you.
Billie: What? I'm not going anywhere. I'll be downstairs working on my stuff. Now you just stay here and get some rest like a good little boy.
Bo: All right.
Bo: I'm not gonna get any rest without talking to Hope first.
Abby: Hey, Patrick, I'm sorry to bug you, but...
Patrick: Hey, you're not bugging me. What's up?
Abby: Something's wrong with my computer. It's, like, totally dead. Would you mind taking a look?
Patrick: Yeah, sure, no problem.
Chelsea: Eat your heart out, Ashlee Simpson. The only synching of lips going on around here will be mine with Patrickís.
Patrick: She looks good.
Patrick: Hey, Chelsea.
Chelsea: Hey, Patrick. Um, can you fix the computer?
Patrick: Um...I don't know. I'll take a look.
Chelsea: I'll bet you can. You seem like the type of man who's really good with his hands.
Patrick: So, uh, you said it wouldn't boot up, is that it?
Abby: Nope, not at all.
Patrick: All right. You know, I used to date a girl who had one of these. It was always giving her trouble.
Abby: Really? And who was this girl? Tell us about her.
Patrick: Well, there's not much to tell.
Chelsea: I bet she was hot.
Patrick: She was, uh, attractive, yeah.
Patrick: And what? She was a nice person.
Abby: So that's your type, huh -- nice girls?
Patrick: [Chuckles] Yeah, yeah, I guess you could say that -- that's my type.
Abby: The sort of fresh scrubbed, jeans-and-ponytail look?
Patrick: Well, don't get me wrong -- I mean, I like it when a girl dresses up for me, too, on occasion. It's nice.
Chelsea: I totally know what you mean.
Patrick: You know, I think I figured it out. This cord is loose. It's not plugged in all the way. Okay.
Abby: Oh, I feel like such a dork.
Chelsea: You are a dork.
Abby: Oh, I'm a dork? Look in the mirror.
Patrick: [Laughs] What happened to you?
Chelsea: What do you mean?
Patrick: Uh, your hair. It's a little, uh...
Abby: Like you stuck your finger in a light socket.
Chelsea: Oh. Well, I guess there's A... lot of static electricity in here.
Patrick: Well, I think we solved your problem, Abby. I wish they were all this easy.
Abby: You and me both.
Patrick: All right, look, I'm, uh, I'm gonna grab a shower in the hall bathroom. I just recaulked the shower in my apartment, and it's not dry yet.
Abby: Oh, okay.
Patrick: All right? So, uh, will you listen for your little brother?
Abby: And thanks again for your help.
Patrick: Hey, just be glad you had a technical genius in your midst. See you later, Chels.
Abby: So much for your big seduction. Patrick barely looked at you.
Chelsea: He noticed my hair.
Abby: Oh, and by the way, I am so glad you took my brother's video monitor and set up the camera in a shower he's not even using.
Chelsea: Then again, who needs a monitor when we can check out Patrickís fine form in the flesh right down the hall?
Abby: Oh, no.
Chelsea: Oh, yes, let's go.
Jennifer: Gram, I'm sorry.
Alice: You don't have to apologize, dear. I know how it is.
Jennifer: Yeah. It's just when I lost Jack before, you said that it would get easier with time. And just when it was beginning to, I got him back, Gram. And then I lost him all over again. So I feel like I'm right back where I was, but this time, I don't feel like I have the strength to get through this. And if I didn't have my children, and if I didn't have my family, I don't think I could get through this.
Alice: And you do have your family. Just remember that. Never forget that all of us are here for you.
Jennifer: And, you know, Patrick -- he's been -- he's been wonderful. He's -- he's always there for me. I feel like I can turn to him. As a friend, Gram.
Alice: So he's still living with you?
Jennifer: Yeah. I mean, he's not -- he's not living with me. He -- he lives in the garage. I mean, the apartment over the garage. He lives there.
Alice: I see, but --
Jennifer: Yeah, and he's great. And he's great with Jack Jr. He's great with Abby. Abby adores him. And her little friend Chelsea -- she is really taken with
Alice: And are you taken with him, dear?
Jennifer: Gram, no. No, I'm not taken with Patrick. This isn't romantic. It's a friendship.
Alice: Well, possibly for now. But friendship has been known to blossom into romance.
Jennifer: I can't even believe that you are saying something like that. I am -- I am so not close to even being ready for anything like that. Other than my children, the only person that is on my mind is Jack Deveraux. He was the love of my life, Gram, and he always will be.
Woman: How you like the strudel? Good, huh?
Jack: Good, ja, ja, good. Very good. Uh...
Jack: Uh, the room is ready, ja?
Jack: Almost. Uh... could you tell me where the toilet is?
Woman: Ah, through there.
Jack: Through there. Thank you. Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you.
Billie: Oh! Watch it.
Chelsea: I can't see anything. It's all steamy. Well, that was lame.
Abby: Why don't you just give it up? The whole idea is ridiculous, anyway. You're so not gonna get Patrick into bed.
Chelsea: I'm gonna do more than get him into bed. I'm gonna make Patrick Lockhart fall in love with me.
Man: What can I get you?
Billie: Uh... coffee, please. Black.
Jack: Uh, now?
Woman: Sorry, just a few more minutes.
Jack: Few more minutes, ja. Ja.
Jack: Jennifer, it's me. It's Jack. I'm alive. And I'm -- I'm coming home to you. I-I don't know how yet, but I'm going to do it. There's nobody here I can trust, but I'm gonna find a way. I'm coming back to you and Abigail and Jack Jr. That's a promise.
Jack: [Thinking] Maybe I should try her again. No. I have to be careful. DiMera may have her phone tapped. She'll get the message, and she'll know. She'll know I'm coming home.
Billie: Oh, my God. Is that who I think it is?
Shawn-d: You don't know where dad is?
Hope: He is, um, probably out looking for you. At the hospital or at the church.
Shawn-d: See, that doesn't make any sense, because I know you two would've talked by now. And he'd be here.
Hope: Okay, so what are you saying?
Shawn-d: That he's off with Billie, looking for that kid of theirs.
Man: Excuse me. Detective Brady? We need to start booking this guy.
Shawn-d: Yeah, okay, let's do it.
Man: Until your bail hearing, we gotta keep you in lockup.
Kate: One down, two to go. All I have to do is get rid of Sami and Hope, and then all my children will be happy at last.
Bo: Maybe she got called into the station. Somebody at work's gotta be able to track her down.
Hope: Detective Brady.
Bo: Hey, Fancy Face. It's me.
Hope: Bo. My God. Where are you? I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?
Bo: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I, um, I've been trying to reach you. The machine's off at the house, your voicemail's full...
Hope: Where are you?
Bo: Okay, um, now... try not to get upset.
Hope: Just tell me where you are. Where are you?
Bo: I'm with Billie. We're in Europe. Hope... you there? Say something.
Hope: Damn you. Damn you, Bo.
Brady: They should really lock him up and throw away the key.
Belle: Don't say that, Brady.
Brady: Why are you defending him, Belle?
Hope: Oh, no, you always have a choice. And as usual, you chose to be with Billie.
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