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Lucas: What? What's the matter? What?
Sami: I need an answer.
Lucas: Wait a minute, what was the question?
Sami: [Panting] What do you want?
Willow: Problem solved. I figured out the best hiding place for my stuff -- on the top shelf of the closet where no one will see it. Isn't that perfect?
Shawn D.: Okay, well, how are you gonna get it down?
Willow: Well, I'm gonna stand on a chair, silly. And...a housewarming present.
Shawn D.: What is it?
Willow: Open it. I'm brilliant. You can say it.
Shawn D.: A baby monitor. Okay?
Willow: Yeah, well, it's gonna impress the hell out of Belle that you thought to get a baby monitor to listen for Claire while you're watching TV.
Shawn D.: That's fantastic, Willow, but Belle won't let Claire stay the night yet.
Willow: Well, she'll see that you're thinking ahead of time. Women love that. And in the meantime, we can use it for an early-warning system. We'll leave one out here, and I'll take the other one in the bedroom, so if Belle or whoever is in the living room, I can hear them and crawl out the window and disappear down the fire escape, and no one will know I'm crashing here. I will be the invisible woman.
Bo: You said it was on the third floor.
John: Got the quadrants.
Bo: Thanks for doing this. I won't forget it.
Frankie: I'll forget you said it. Let's hope everyone will forget this. Okay, Mr. Avery, Mr. Fuller, that's what you need to get into E.J.'s safe-deposit box. The bank's on the outskirts of town. Hopefully, nobody will recognize you guys, but if the cameras should get a good look at your faces, this unauthorized caper could get us all in hot water.
John: Don't worry about that. Security cameras will be cut before we ever go in.
Frankie: Just get this guy. He almost killed our sister.
Bo: Kayla's gonna be fine, and with John's help, Wells and Lockhart -- they'll get justice.
Officer: Excuse me, sir. You can't go in there.
Abe: It's all right.
E.J.: Cameras, microphones, all planted in my apartment. Every damn room..
Abe: You know, the department has procedures for registering complaints, Mr. Wells. And if you suspect your place has been bugged and you have evidence, see the desk sergeant.
E.J.: You'd like me to be that dumb, wouldn't you? Unfortunately for the Salem P.D., I'm suing this department for every penny in your little county war chest.
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Abe: It sounds as if you're accusing the Salem P.D. of bugging your apartment, which is not something we would do. We don't operate that way.
E.J.: Well, look at you, all holier-than-thou. Unfortunately for you, every man and his uncle knows that Bo Brady has a certain penchant for putting things that don't belong to him in places they shouldn't be. Oh, and I see that John Black is now working for you.
Abe: John's not on the force.
E.J.: Yes, I know that. Does he? 'Cause he seems to have his role cut out as some kind of undercover agent, a James Bond, if you will.
Abe: Well, you seem to know it all E.J., but I'm busy. So, as I said, go see the desk sergeant.
E.J.: I'm quite sure that the district attorney will find this much more interesting.
Abe: Go ahead. Make my day. Actually, I would pay to get you on the witness stand.
Tek: [Slurring] Hello. May I buy you a drink?
Lexie: You shouldn't be here.
Tek: There's no law against having a few drinks.
Lexie: I think you've had more than a few drinks, Tek. You're drunk.
Tek: Not too drunk.
Lexie: Look, there's a restraining order against you. Do you want to lose your job?
Tek: Yes, that's exactly what I want to do. Finally, someone understands me.
Willow: Do you mind if I take a shower now?
Shawn D.: Sure. You don't have to ask. [Banging on door]
Hope: Police! Open up! We're coming in! [Banging continues] Now! Open up! Hi.
Shawn D.: Jeez.
Hope: Gotcha, didn't I? Hi, sweetheart. Wow, look at this place. Shawn, I am so proud of you. Wow, you're really growing up.
Shawn D.: I was gonna get in the shower real quick.
Hope: Oh, sorry. This won't take long. I've got some news. Your dad moved back in. We're trying to work things out. I really want us to be a family. Shawn, I know you and your dad have fences to mend, but... Zack's gone, but we're still a family, and now that you have Claire, that's more important than anything.
Lucas: Oh, I want you. I want to get naked. I want to make you happy. I want to make love to you all night long.
Sami: Wait. No.
Lucas: What? Wait, what?
Sami: We have to talk, Lucas.
Lucas: What do you mean talk? Talk about what?
Sami: I can't think. I can't think with you so close.
Lucas: Good, 'cause every time we think, it gets us into trouble. Stop it.
Sami: No, it's when we don't think that we get into trouble. We don't think about what we really want.
Lucas: I want you. That's what I want. Come on, Sami.
Sami: I love that. But if this is just a couple hours of meaningless, no-strings-attached pleasure, then I'm totally into that.
Lucas: Good, me too. Come on.
Sami: Oh, god, no! No, but if there's more -- if there's more than just sex between us, we have to talk about that, too. Oh, God, we can’t. We have to talk with our clothes on.
Lexie: Tek, listen to me. I just lost my job, okay? It's not something you want to go through. If you go home, sleep it off, I won't mention to Abe that you violated the restraining order.
Tek: I almost believe you care about me. Thanks.
Lexie: Just go.
Tek: I don't want to go. There's nothing fun at home. I want to stay here.
Lexie: You know what? If you're serious about being unemployed, you just keep it up. Waiter?
Tek: I'm taking home a paycheck, but I don't have a job. I'm sure your husband loves telling you how he humiliates me every day. He's got be pushing pencils like some kind of rookie or something. You want to forget it now, but there was a time when you couldn't get enough of me, Lexie. I gave you what you wanted, but you got forgiven, so you hung on to your husband and kid, and you slap a restraining order on your lover. How come you get to have it so easy? I don't understand.
E.J.: Exactly what evidence do you think you have against me?
Abe: Go to the D.A. There's a 50-50 chance I have nothing. And there's a 50-50 chance I could lock you up for life.
E.J.: You're bluffing. You have no evidence that I've committed any crime.
Abe: [Chuckles] Well, that's funny, because you have no evidence that my police officers bugged your apartment. But if you would like to go ahead and take us to court, there's a file on E.J. Wells that I would love to put on the public record.
E.J.: Hmm, well, don't keep me in suspense, commissioner. What exactly is this explosive file of yours?
Abe: Well, please, have a seat, E.J. I'd like to have a little chat about the DiMera family.
E.J.: Why would I know anything about the DiMera family?
Abe: Well, you have it your way. So go to the D.A. and tell him you want to take me and my department to court. I just hope you're prepared to lose.
Bank Manager: Here you go, Mr. Avery.
Bo: Mr. Avery, I've got the box.
Bank Manager: Just one moment, gentlemen. I'm afraid there's a problem with the documents.
Hope: Aren't you gonna say anything?
Shawn D.: Does this mean that you're breaking things off with Lockhart, or is Lockhart part of the big, happy family?
Hope: Patrick is not part of this family, but he is this baby's father. That I can't change. Shawn, your father asked me -- he convinced me to give him another chance.
Willow: Hey, Shawn, I couldn't find the -- um, hi. I'm Willow.
Hope: Yeah, I remember.
Willow: Um, okay, I'm gonna get some clothes.
Hope: After everything you said about being a responsible father...
Lexie: I have lost not only my job, Tek, but my reputation -- as a doctor, a wife, a mother. So, no, I don't have it easy. Maybe you don't care about losing your job, but my career meant everything to me, so please just leave me alone.
Tek: You try and deny it, baby, but you're burning --
Lexie: Okay, stop it! [Murmuring]
Bartender: Hey, it's the bartender at Chez Rouge. I need a police officer.
E.J.: You're clearly trying to set me up. I've done nothing wrong.
Officer: Commissioner, can I have a word with you, sir?
Abe: Yeah. I'll be right back.
John: Is there a problem?
Mr. Perkins: Oh, I'm so sorry, but the death certificate is unsigned. And until I have a signature, I can't allow you to have access to the contents of the vault. Mr. Jackson, please.
John: It's okay, Jackson. Miss Post, you know, I've been in the banking game a long time, and the way I see it, your institution here is run like a college frat house.
Mr. Perkins: Excuse me?
John: Whenever I visit an unfamiliar bank branch, I check out procedure. Just a reflex. And I was appalled at the irregularities I saw in my short walk back here to your vault.
Mr. Perkins: Irregularities?
John: For instance -- traveler's checks left laying out on the counter. Your tellers were buzzing one another in and out of the cage without proper I.D. Sloppy banking like that is inexcusable in times like these. The cash register drawers were left wide open.
Mr. Perkins: I can't believe I'm hearing this.
John: Your head teller, Mr. Perkins -- I saw him give an audit key to unauthorized personnel.
Mr. Perkins: Well, it's getting very close to the holidays. That's the only reason --
John: Bottom line, no reason is acceptable. Now, I can either call the front office, and I can explain in great detail how deplorable the management of this bank is, or you and I can do each other a good turn instead.
Mr. Perkins: I'm not allowed to do that. I mean, it would be out of character for me to do --
John: You and your character could be out of a job if you don't take me up on this offer, whereas Mr. Fuller and I would simply be inconvenienced by the hour that it would take to acquire the appropriate signature, and since we are under the gun to view the contents of the safe-deposit box, we would be appreciative if you would continue to do your job and assist us instead of letting...a small oversight stand in our way.
Lucas: Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?
Sami: It's not like I want to stand here and chat either.
Lucas: So why are we still vertical then?
Sami: Because we have to get a few things straight first.
Lucas: I don't think it can get any more straight than it already is.
Sami: [Laughs] Lucas!
Lucas: It's not funny. A guy in my condition -- it could be dangerous. I could hurt us both right now.
Sami: We can't, Lucas.
Lucas: What? What is it? What do you want me to say?
Sami: Usually, I can't get you to shut up, and now you can't think of anything to say.
Lucas: I can say that I want you. I want you in the bedroom right now. I'll take you right here if I have to.
Sami: Oh, God.
Lucas: See, I just told you two things that I want. I told you what I want and where I want it.
Sami: Well, what about why?
Lucas: Why? Isn't it obvious why?
Sami: No, no. It's not, and until you make it clear, we are not doing what you want anywhere.
Shawn D.: Willow's not living with me.
Hope: What, she just stops by when she needs to use the shampoo?
Shawn D.: She just needs a place to crash until she saves up enough money to get her own place.
Hope: So she is living here.
Shawn D.: Just until she gets her own place, yeah.
Hope: And what would motivate her to move when she has a nice place to crash and a nice guy to crash with? Does Belle know about this?
Shawn D.: No.
Hope: Shawn. She doesn't want your beautiful little girl hanging around a hooker.
Shawn D.: I am just trying to help her out the same way she helped me out. I'd appreciate if you wouldn't tell anybody about this.
Hope: I thought you'd finally grown up.
Shawn D.: I'm paying child support. I got a new job. Don't I get some credit for that?
Hope: Your duty is to your child and her mother.
Shawn D.: Yeah, just like your duty is to your baby and Patrick Lockhart? Then why are you having dad move in with you? You're living with one man while you're having another man's baby. You don't sound so responsible yourself, Mom. How does it feel to have someone else judge you? You know what you should do? Clean up the mess that you made of your own life and stay the hell out of mine.
Lexie: You're the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life, Tek. I am ashamed of what we did. And whether you like it or not, I have a restraining order against you, so I want you to leave now.
Tek: Lexie --
Lexie: No, I am not asking you. I'm telling you.
Tek: Well, okay. [Chuckles]
Lexie: Okay, if you won't leave, I will.
Tek: No, come on. I want to talk.
Lexie: Let go of me!
Abe: Hey! Get away from my wife.
Tek: "My wife," like you own the woman. I got what I wanted. I'm gonna get more.
Abe: You go home, you sleep it off, and we'll talk tomorrow.
Tek: We're gonna talk tomorrow? I'm gonna go back to the police station that Abe Carver owns and listen to your crap, your holier-than-thou? Oh, yeah. No, thank you. You know what? Kill me. Fire me, kill me, do whatever you want. Here, take this. Good. Yeah, you guys -- making a big scene. Good.
Mr. Perkins: I'm obviously very conflicted about this.
John: Just tell me where I can view the contents of this box, please.
Mr. Perkins: This way.
Bo: Nice going. [Sneezes]
John: Handkerchief, Fuller.
Mr. Perkins: If you need me, you can find me in my office.
Bo: What do we have in here, huh?
John: Let's take a look. What the hell? Just a bunch of envelopes.
Bo: You were expecting...?
John: Maybe a gun registered to E.J. Wells. Or how about a written confession?
Bo: How about Stefano DiMera's brain?
John: Yeah, or another part of his anatomy.
Bo: All addressed to E.J. Wells right here in Salem.
John: And they're all really recent. Who the hell's been writing to E.J. Wells?
Bo: Italian postmark. Can't make out the city, though. Do you know any Italian card games? I got myself a joker here.
John: What you got is a jester. I got the high priestess.
Bo: You understand these things?
John: Enough to know that we have got tarot cards here, my friend, Italian style.
Bo: Why would wells put tarot cards in a safe-deposit box?
John: I don't know, but you're right. He went to a hell of a lot of trouble to hide them, which must mean they're damn important, even more so than that onyx ring.
Bo: Well, we don't have time to go through all these tonight. What do we do? Just take them with us?
John: Nope, but we are gonna get everything that we need.
Lucas: You know we're perfect for each other. They should write chemistry books about us. See, you can't resist me, either, can you?
Lucas: Ow! What the hell was that for?
Sami: Did it hurt?
Lucas: Yeah, it hurt. That was my butt you pinched.
Sami: I'm just trying to prove a point, Lucas. This is how it always is with us. It starts off where we can't say no to what we really want.
Lucas: So why are we fighting it, then? Let's not fight it anymore.
Sami: Because we always end up hurting each other a lot more than that pinch. And I have cried myself to sleep too many times over you. I can't keep doing it.
Lucas: Come on.
Sami: Look, Lucas, if this is just about whipped cream or breaking the bed and then we go our separate ways, I'm cool with that, you know? I can do that. I just wish I was the cold-hearted bitch that everybody thinks that I am. 'Cause then it would be so easy. Instead, I just...I have this mushy heart with all these stupid feelings that spill out all over the place, and nowhere to put them. And I hate it.
Lucas: Come on, it's not true, all right?
Sami: What's not true?
Lucas: You have somewhere, someone.
Sami: Who? Lucas, talk is cheap, especially coming from someone who's walked out on me before.
Lucas: I can understand why you'd feel that way.
Sami: What about you? What about the way that you feel? Do you feel anything for me that doesn't involve your lower anatomy?
Bo: We packing up these cards and taking them with us?
John: Oh, we're gonna take them with us, all right, but those cards are never gonna leave the box.
Bo: All right, one tarot-card photo shoot coming up. I'll lay them out, you take the picture.
Bank Teller: Here you are, sir.
E.J.: Thank you. What the hell is going on? Where is my safe-deposit box?
Bank Teller: I'll, uh, get the bank manager for you.
Tek: Go ahead. Fire me, big man. Fire me. The only reason you didn't do it before is 'cause you didn't want me filing a lawsuit. That's right. Do it, big man. Do it in front of your people. How you doing?
Abe: That's enough.
Tek: Hey, everybody, I got a nice piece of information about the old commissioner and his wife...
Abe: Oh! You've been asking for it.
Tek: Get off me, man.
Abe: Pour him into a cab and send him home. Well, you got your wish. You're fired.
Abe: Come in tomorrow and clean out your desk.
Tek: I can't wait. Thank you, captain. You're fantastic. Good police work. Yeah, thank you. Help me up. That's good. Everybody, for the Commish. Fantastic job he's doing. Bang-up job, my man.
Abe: Are you all right?
Lexie: Uh, define "all right."
Abe: Well, one thing that bastard was right about -- I should have fired him a long time ago.
Lexie: How's your hand?
Abe: Well, it's never been better. Look, let me take you home.
Lexie: No, I can’t. Hope asked me to meet her here.
Abe: Can't you cancel?
Lexie: No, honey, she said it was really important.
Abe: You're sure.
Lexie: Yeah, but I'm fine. Okay? Especially now. Thank you.
Abe: Look, I'm gonna go down to the station, and I'm gonna start the process of getting rid of Mr. Tek Kramer.
Lexie: Okay, but don't arrest him, all right? I mean, don't escalate things, Abe. You're done with him, all right? We both are.
Lucas: Picked a hell of a time to put me on the spot.
Sami: "Strike while the iron is hot." That's what Grandma Caroline always says.
Lucas: Can we not talk about grandmothers right now? Please, I'm not in the mood.
Sami: Oh, okay. So you don't want to talk. Well, then, let's just do it. What are we standing here for?
Lucas: What are you doing? Stop that. Put your shirt back on.
Sami: You said you don't want to talk. You don't want to think. Well, then, let's just do it. Look, Lucas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that.
Lucas: Wait a minute. I am on the spot, all right? What are you asking me? Are you asking me if I'm playing games or if I'm serious, is that it? That's it, right, Sami?
Sami: Lucas, I just want to understand what's going on here, 'cause here's the thing. I have feelings for you -- good feelings. And they've been getting a lot stronger lately. And I'm scared because we've been here before, and we've fooled around, and we have played for keeps. It just seems like no matter what we try, it always ends in a disaster.
Lucas: Things got messed up. It wasn't necessarily our fault. There were other people involved. My mom was at the top of that list.
Sami: I'm at the top of that list.
Lucas: No, I am. I'm the biggest idiot in Salem, not you. You can't steal my title from me.
Sami: Thank you for saying that. So what do you think, Lucas? You think we can make it work this time? Make us work? Look, I'll understand if you don't want to try.
Lucas: Listen to me. I want you to understand something. I have real feelings for you. It's not about sex. My feelings run very deep, so I don't want to fight it anymore. I really don’t.
Sami: You mean that?
Lucas: Yeah. Let's give it a go. Let's really try this time to make it work, okay?
Lucas: [Moans] Oh, your skin...your skin is so soft.
Sami: Thank you for understanding that we can't do this now.
Lucas: What do you mean we can't do it now? Everything's all settled. We just settled everything.
Sami: I know. You are the most romantic man on the whole planet, Lucas Roberts.
Lucas: Am I really?
Sami: Yeah. 'Cause, you know, we could go into the bedroom for a couple hours of fun and games.
Lucas: Oh, yeah.
Lucas: No buts.
Sami: Come on. It would be so different in the commitment we're actually making by not having sex right now.
Lucas: No sex now?
Sami: [Laughs] No, 'cause that would ruin what we have -- ruin our chance for a real relationship. [Laughs]
Willow: Sorry about your mom catching me here.
Shawn D.: It's not just your fault.
Willow: Yeah, but if she tells Belle, then you're gonna ruin your plans with seeing Claire.
Shawn D.: It's not my mom's style. She's just gonna give me flak about it every time she sees me, so I'm just not gonna see her very much.
Willow: And that's gonna solve all your problems?
Shawn D.: No, damn it. It's not just my mom. It's everybody. Belle's got all these rules for me to follow. I have to hide you as if I were ashamed of something. I can't even go visit Max at the garage because my ex-wife got a job there, as if there's not hundreds of other places that she could have taken a job. I can't tell people about my job for E.J. I am sick of it. I want my frickin' life back.
Willow: So take it back. What's stopping you?
Hope: Sorry I'm late.
Hope: Oh, gosh. I thought I had the bad day. What's wrong? Or is that a stupid question?
Lexie: I was sitting here, waiting for you, and guess who showed up?
Hope: Oh, no.
Lexie: Yep, Tek was drunk. I asked him to leave, but he wouldn’t. He just wouldn't leave me alone, and then Abe showed up and fired him after punching him in the jaw.
Hope: Lex, I'm so sorry.
Lexie: I can't live it down, Hope. Salem won't let me. Every hospital and clinic within a 20-mile radius has turned me down. The word is out on Lexie Carver, unethical doctor who cheats on her husband.
Hope: It must have been very tough for you to hang around here after what happened. Thanks for waiting for me.
Lexie: I've got to learn to take it.
Hope: Well, you know what?
Hope: I have news that might give you a reason to smile. I found you a job.
Bank Manager: Is there a problem?
E.J.: Is there a problem? My name is E.J. Wells, and I would like to know how somebody got into my safe-deposit box.
Bank Manager: But you can't be E.J. Wells. He's dead.
E.J.: I'm dead, am I? You're dead, sweetheart. You better find that box fast.
Bank Manager: Follow me.
E.J.: Excuse me.
Bo: The only thing we forgot is forging the M.E.'s signature on the death certificate.
John: But other than that, it went off perfectly. Good job.
Abe: Well, the gang's all here. Look, my news first. I had to fire Tek Kramer.
Abe: So, how'd it go at the bank?
Bo: We got pictures of the contents of the safe-deposit box.
Frankie: What was in it?
John: Tarot cards.
Frankie: Wait a minute. We went to all that trouble for a bunch of cards?
Bo: Yep, they're right here. The lab just printed those out.
John: The writing was in Italian. The cards were in individual envelopes, all postmarked from Italy.
Abe: DiMera's from Italy. And Kate found DiMera's ring in E.J.'s apartment.
Frankie: Then it wasn't a waste of time, after all. Who's gonna translate?
Abe: I'm on it.
Sami: Look, Lucas, we cannot ruin what could be the greatest romance of all time by cheapening it with casual sex.
Lucas: No, we wouldn't want to do that. But, Sami, please. It feels so good.
Sami: I know. Me too. I know. But, look, we can't be each other's transitional relationship, right? I mean, I'm so glad you understand why we can't do this. We have to make it work this time. We deserve it. Will deserves it.
Lucas: Yeah, he sure does.
Sami: Lucas, I adore you.
Sami: Stop it. No.
Lucas: Then I guess I could use a cold shower.
Sami: Help yourself.
Shawn D.: Take my life back? Easy to say.
Willow: Easy to do. Isn't there something that you want, besides time with your daughter? You're earning money now. Isn't there something that you want, something that you dreamed of and never talk of because people give you crap?
Shawn D.: A convertible, 10-cylinder 8.3-liter engine with 19-inch mags.
Willow: Sounds awesome.
Shawn D.: Yeah, but I --
Willow: No buts! Now, take some of that money you earned, and make your dreams come true. I have to get to work, but I will call before I get home in case Belle stops by, okay?
Shawn D.: Okay. Thank you. You're great. And I'm gonna get some batteries for the baby monitor.
Lexie: Look after Kayla? I don't understand.
Hope: She needs a private nurse to take cake of her on a daily basis, otherwise, the hospital won't release her. I know you're overqualified for this, but I recommended you. I thought of you.
Lexie: No, Hope, the Brady’s would never let me take care of their daughter.
Hope: They thought it was a great idea. They want you.
Lexie: Well, um, tell the Brady’s I won't let them down.
Hope: So are you gonna take the job?
Lexie: Yeah, yeah, of course I'll take it. Uh, when do I start?
Hope: She's released tomorrow.
Lexie: Okay, wow. I get to continue doing what I love. Thank you.
Hope: I think we should toast.
Lexie: Okay. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Hope: To new beginnings.
Bank Manager: Are all your possessions there, Mr. Wells?
E.J.: They are. No thanks to your incompetence. However, somebody has been through everything.
Frankie: Who is he calling?
John: Just a wild guess.
Bo: He's got a relative who's kind of out there.
Abe: I have a mother-in-law who's a wonderful woman, a doting grandmother, and she reads tarot cards. Oh, hello, Celeste. It's Abe. Look, um, we got something we'd like to talk to you about.
Bank Manager: The security tape will have photos of the men who did this..
E.J.: How the hell did you get this job? How'd you get this job? 'Cause I'm pretty sure the people who are smarter than you to do this had the brains to turn off the cameras.
Frankie: I just hope that I can find what the two of you have.
Shawn: I do, too, son.
Bo: The authorities are closing in on Wells. I don't want you to get caught in the cross fire.
Billie: So this has all been just an act. How could he do that to Kayla?
Chelsea: Try your best not to dress like a loser, okay?
Nick: Oh, so I shouldn't wear my turkey costume?
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