Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 4/11/07 - Canada; Thursday 4/12/07 - U.S.A.
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Hope: What about the hospital-issued toothbrush?
Kayla: Oh, just toss that.
Hope: How do you like the outfit I picked out for you?
Kayla: This one's good.
Hope: You look beautiful. Kayla, how's your headache?
Kayla: I'm all right. I really just want to go home.
Hope: Those flowers are gorgeous. You didn't open the card.
E.J.: How wonderfully well timed. I hope you like the roses, Kayla.
Kayla: They're from you?
E.J.: Yes. I delivered them personally as soon as I heard about your unfortunate accident.
Mitch: What's a 5-letter word for enigma?
Steve: What do I look like, Webster's Unabridged?
Bo: Try "Steve."
Mitch: Hey, Detective.
Steve: Ooh. I hope one of those is for me.
Bo: Black, one sugar.
Steve: Well, how sweet. You remembered.
Bo: Mm-hmm. Mitch, shift's over.
Mitch: Thanks, Bo.
Bo: Hey, tell me something, man. Any problems last night?
Steve: Tell him. I was the perfect prisoner patient.
Mitch: No. No trouble.
Steve: It was good hanging out with you, Mitch. You know, I'll put in a special request just for you next time I need an armed guard.
Mitch: Good luck, Johnson.
Steve: Thanks, dude.
Bo: Take care, man.
Steve: You think you could spring these cuffs for a little while, give me time to stretch?
Bo: I think you stretched enough last night. Tell me something -- how'd you get out of the hospital with your good buddy Mitch sitting right there?
Belle: [Laughs] Yes, I know, and then the celebrity got to go to another party. And she was acting really silly because she had way too much... apple juice.
Shawn D.: Who are you calling dirty?
Belle: And then she got to ride home in a long, black carriage. Yay!
Gabby: Hey, man, you dropped it, pal.
Shawn D.: Who tosses a can of open motor oil?
Belle: And then, the young prince came in and --
Shawn D.: I need to get a shower.
Belle: My gosh. What happened to you two?
Gabby: Shawn went a few rounds with the bilge pump.
Shawn D.: Yeah, and the pump won.
Shawn D.: Hey. Are you reading that magazine to Claire?
Belle: Well, my version of the latest edition -- 2004.
Gabby: Oh, yeah, sorry. We're not very current here.
Shawn D.: Hey, sweetie. How are you? Hi.
Belle: She's bored.
Shawn D.: I'll tell you what -- tomorrow, Claire, you can tune up that old carburetor, huh?
Belle: Is the boat almost ready?
Shawn D.: Yeah, it's getting there. Gabby's what my dad would call a real gearhead.
Gabby: Oh, gee, thanks.
Shawn D.: Hey, that's a compliment.
Belle: Yeah, in a Brady sort of way. What? What?
Gabby: You know what? I sure smell like a gearhead, so I'm gonna take a shower.
Shawn D.: Hey, thank you for your help today.
Gabby: No problem. You needed it.
Shawn D.: Yeah, well, you're gonna see who the real crankshaft king is tomorrow.
Gabby: All right. Later, king. And you, too, gorgeous. Bye-bye.
Belle: So, how is it really?
Shawn D.: The boat?
Shawn D.: It's okay. It's old, but it's sturdy. There's a sleeping cabin in the bow. Don't worry. There's twin berths.
Belle: Very funny.
Shawn D.: There's plenty of room for Claire. It's got a nice deck. Don't worry. It's gonna make it to Australia.
Belle: When can we go?
Shawn D.: I got to put in a new exhaust manifold, and there's a short in the instrument gauge panel, so --
Belle: In English, please.
Shawn D.: Australia's a haul. I don't want to come up with a problem later on by overlooking something.
Belle: Okay, all right. So, days, weeks -- what?
Shawn D.: Even if the boat was ready to go, we don't have the money for supplies and gas. Fuel alone is gonna cost a fortune. So if I had to guess, I'd say probably like a month.
Belle: What? No. Shawn, I cannot stay here another month.
Shawn D.: Then maybe sooner. If I pick up some more shifts downstairs --
Belle: And work on the boat? Right.
Shawn D.: I got to do what I got to do.
Belle: Shawn, we're a team, right?
Shawn D.: Definitely.
Belle: I know that we've talked about this before, but I am absolutely going stir crazy.
Shawn D.: Belle, pretty soon, we're gonna be a thousand miles over open water.
Belle: Sounds like heaven.
Gabby: Guys, we've got a problem. The sheriff's on his way up to see you.
Belle: Oh, my God. What for?
Gabby: I don't know, but he looks pretty –
Sheriff: Like he's got some real bad news.
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Sheriff: Gabby, I need to talk to your friends in private, if you don't mind.
Gabby: Why -- why don't I take Claire and take her for a walk? Come here, cutie.
Belle: Okay, sweetie. Mommy and daddy won't be long, okay? Say "bye-bye, dada."
Shawn D.: Bye-bye.
Gabby: Let's see if uncle ducky left us any cookies, okay? Cookie?
Shawn D.: So, what's the problem, Sheriff?
Sheriff: There are about a hundred of these posted on the island.
Belle: What is it? I don't believe it.
Sheriff: Kiriakis put a bounty on your heads.
Belle: A quarter of a million dollars?
Sheriff: Some people on this island would sell their mothers for a hell of a lot less.
Steve: Bo, I haven't left this room all night.
Bo: My sister was almost killed last night. I'm not in the mood for games.
Steve: I'm sorry I can't help you.
Bo: You know what Steve? Just forget that I'm a cop.
Steve: You can do that?
Bo: What is said in this room stays in this room.
Steve: Bo, is that like "what happens in Salem stays in Salem"?
Bo: Look, man, I'm not happy about this. But you ought to know, jail is off the table.
Steve: Take the psych ward off the table, you got yourself a deal.
Bo: Not in my hands.
Steve: No charges?
Bo: No charges.
Steve: Fair enough.
Bo: Tell me something, Steve. Does that look familiar?
Steve: Should it?
Bo: Lye soap.
Steve: I'm not a fan of the stuff.
Bo: They say that this can bring up a person's body temperature four, maybe five degrees.
Steve: No kidding.
Bo: Make a perfectly healthy person feel like he's burning up with fever, so much so that he has to go to the hospital.
Steve: Huh. Learn something new every day.
Bo: Yeah, and I learned that, that bar of soap was found in the ambulance that just happened to bring you to this hospital. Apparently they use it at the psychiatric facility.
Steve: Well, that explains the food.
Bo: So I suppose it's just a coincidence that you were rushed here with a high fever and you're one floor away from Kayla.
Steve: Go figure.
Bo: All right, I told you what I know. Why don't you fill in the blanks? Where did you go when you left the hospital last night?
Hope: If you'd like to confess, let me get Bo. He's right upstairs.
E.J.: Actually, I understand that it's illegal to give false testimony to the police.
Kayla: Oh, that's right. You're all about law and order, aren't you, E.J.?
E.J.: I'm hardly an expert on the subject, Kayla. But I would say there are probably far more efficient ways to deal with a problem than causing some fatal traffic accident.
Hope: Hold on. Be careful. That's starting to sound like a confession.
E.J.: Kayla, why would I want to hurt you?
Kayla: Oh, come on. Hope -- Hope, how many reasons would I have?
Hope: Half a dozen, maybe more.
Kayla: Yeah, right. Like my little trip to Italy.
Hope: And sneaking into Stefano's hospital room.
Kayla: Mm-hmm, and trying to prove you brainwashed my husband. How many is that?
Kayla: Three. And how about stealing John's kidney?
Hope: And transplanting it into your father.
E.J.: Ladies, please. I cross my heart, okay? The only kidney I ever cut was a kidney pie.
Kayla: This is not a joke.
E.J.: And I'm not finding it funny that you're slandering my name, Kayla.
Kayla: You know what? Your little visit and these flowers -- is that just your little reminder how easy it is to get to me?
E.J.: That would never be my intention, Kayla.
Kayla: I want to tell you something, E.J. That little accident -- it didn't scare me. It just gives me all the more reason to keep digging until I find enough evidence to put you away for the rest of your miserable life.
Steve: Well, this is just like old times, except for the bracelets.
Bo: Come on, man. I need some answers.
Steve: All right. Well, you were right about the soap. They do use that at the cracker factory.
Bo: Hard to get your hands on it?
Steve: Not hard.
Bo: Mm-hmm. So you put your plan into motion after Marlena told you about Kay's accident.
Steve: It was no accident. Wells paid someone to hurt Kayla.
Bo: I agree.
Steve: I had to get here to make sure that she was okay.
Bo: How'd you get into Mitch's uniform?
Steve: I didn't.
Bo: You drug him?
Bo: Come on, man. Kay saw you. She talked to you. She called me because she was afraid you were gonna go over to Wells' place.
Steve: Well, Kayla got a nasty bump on her head, Bo. And I'm no doctor, but I figure she must have imagined the whole thing.
Bo: So that's your story.
Steve: And I'm sticking to it.
E.J.: Ladies, I'm beginning to feel like I'm the victim here.
Hope: Victim? Oh, no, E.J., you're no victim. You're more like a coward.
Kayla: You don't have the guts to try to kill me yourself. You use people like Steve and God knows who to do your dirty work.
E.J.: You know, Kayla, I'm prepared to put that down to you being unnerved by Steve's mental illness once.
Kayla: Because of what you did to him.
Hope: Just like you shot John.
E.J.: Oh, yes. Let me ask you something, Hope. How is John? I hear that maybe he's gonna be able to add breathing on his own to his list of accomplishments. [Laughing] Whoa!
Hope: You're pathetic, E.J.
E.J.: Am I, now? Tell me, how is your son Shawn? I hear the odds of you seeing him again have fallen into the slim-to-none range. You've already lost one son, right, Hope? Now the other is missing. It would seem that compared to you, my pathetic life is, well, just rather extraordinary.
Shawn D.: Sheriff, Claire is my daughter.
Sheriff: You don't have to explain. That Kiriakis guy and his mom made a big stink on the island. I got the whole rundown.
Belle: Did Philip hire someone to put these up?
Sheriff: Don't know. I saw Rico Gerard with one. Look, this whole thing is making me nervous. I got kids, a wife.
Shawn D.: So what are you saying?
Sheriff: Do what you have to do, but get off this island yesterday.
Shawn D.: We're trying.
Sheriff: Look, I don't need this trouble.
Belle: We'll keep to ourselves.
Sheriff: People who park themselves at the bikini like the smell of easy money. It doesn't smell much easier than this. So here.
Belle: Our fake passports?
Sheriff: I didn't hear that. You're gonna need them once you get where you're going.
Belle: Thank you, Sheriff.
Shawn D.: All right, but Gabby's boat's not ready yet.
Sheriff: Get it ready. Get off this island. The clock's ticking on that bounty.
Belle: Shawn, what are we gonna do?
Shawn D.: I'm gonna send Gabby out and have her tear all these things down.
Belle: Philip still knows we're here.
Shawn D.: No, he doesn't. He's just hedging his bets. I've been working on the dock and in the bar. Nobody has contacted Philip.
Belle: We don't know that.
Shawn D.: The sheriff is right. We have got to get out of here. I figure we need 600 bucks, maybe 500 if we stretch it.
Belle: If we have to raise money twice as fast, the answer is simple. I'll get a job, too.
Hope: Don't ever say my son's name again.
E.J.: Hope, I grew very fond of Shawn -- excuse me -- your son when he was my employee.
E.J.: He's a great kid. He worked hard. He's very loyal.
Hope: Why did you even mention Shawn?
E.J.: I would not have done if I had realized how much distress it was going to cause.
Hope: Just so we're real clear about this, E.J., no one knows where he is. Not Philip, me, Bo, or any of our friends and family.
Kayla: So don't try running anybody else off the road to get any information about him.
E.J.: I will keep that in mind, Kayla. I wish you a speedy recovery.
Kayla: Do you want to know what I wish for you?
E.J.: You know, I think I'll leave that to my imagination. Ladies.
Hope: He knows. E.J. figured out that Roman and Bo want Shawn to sign a statement against him and Patrick Lockhart.
Kayla: How would he know that?
Hope: I don't know. But he's going after Shawn, and I have no way of warning him what's coming.
Bo: Steve, Kayla knows what she saw.
Steve: I'm sorry, man. I can't help you.
Bo: I am here as your friend.
Steve: I'm doing just fine, friend.
Bo: Yeah, I can see that. You're so in control. Your wife was run off the road last night by a crazy man. You're living in a loony bin. You're so in control, it's scary.
Steve: I already told you, I used the soap to get in here, all right? Is the interrogation over now?
Bo: Kay called me last night. And I thought you'd probably go running over to Elvis Jr.'s place, do something stupid.
Steve: I didn't.
Bo: Yeah, right.
Steve: Your man here, he watched over me like a guardian angel.
Bo: And what happened here?
Steve: Art therapy. Runaway pottery wheel.
Bo: Looks pretty fresh, like it might have run into somebody's face last night.
Steve: Did Wells swear out a complaint?
Bo: Why would he do that?
Steve: When a man's attacked, he usually complains.
Bo: Would you get it through your thick skull?! He is never gonna file a complaint against you. He wants you in that loony bin, where he can get to you any time he wants. Damn it, Steve. You know what I'm thinking? You're not crazy. You're just plain stupid.
E.J.: William! What a pleasant surprise.
Will: Why? I live here.
E.J.: I just meant bumping into you like this.
Will: Yeah, well, I'm late for school.
E.J.: Could you -- do you think you could maybe possibly spare me a couple of minutes?
Will: See ya.
E.J.: I got a couple hundred bucks here if you could maybe help me out.
Will: Who do I have to kill?
E.J.: That's funny. No, you don't have to kill anybody, I promise. Actually, I got that converter thing, whatever it is, that you were telling me about.
Will: Well, yeah, that'll do the trick.
E.J.: This will be able to take the images from the cellphone and put them on the television screen?
Will: If it's hooked up right.
E.J.: See, this was where I was thinking that you might be able to come in and help me.
Will: Don't you have like a hundred people that work for you that could do it?
E.J.: Yes, I do, but nobody who I can trust to keep this between the two of us. Look, I can take my 200 bucks and I can walk all the way over to 12c. And I can ask young Robert if he'd like to help me.
Will: All right, Robert doesn't know an HDMI from a 1080p, all right? It's a simple VGA-component-to- video-converter hookup, all right? Even you could figure it out.
E.J.: Well, you go and learn how to dissect frogs at school then, eh? I'm sure that will serve you very well in the real world.
Will: Okay, but let's make it quick, all right? My dad will kill me if I'm late for school.
E.J.: Absolutely. We wouldn't want that, would we?
Belle: Shawn, come on. Two paychecks is better than one.
Shawn D.: Who's gonna watch Claire?
Belle: We'll work different shifts.
Shawn D.: Doing what?
Belle: I don't know. There's some shops in town.
Shawn D.: With Philip putting those rewards up all over the place, you being out there is too much of a risk.
Belle: Okay. I'll work here.
Shawn D.: For Duck?
Belle: Why not? You do.
Shawn D.: Gabby, she's already got all the rooms covered.
Belle: Why are you making this sound so hard?
Shawn D.: Why are you making it sound so easy?
Belle: I am trying to help.
Shawn D.: Belle, you do help by taking care of Claire.
Belle: What year do you live in?
Shawn D.: You are not gonna get a job, okay? I'm gonna go clean up.
Belle: Okay, and then maybe after that, you can drag me into your cave by my hair.
Shawn D.: Oh, come on, Belle. You know this has got nothing to do with me being a macho jerk. It's just not safe for you to be walking around out there.
Belle: Well, that's not okay with me. This discussion is far from over.
Kayla: Maybe I'm still groggy, but I don't see how Shawn is gonna bring E.J. Wells down.
Hope: Shawn knows that E.J. and Patrick conspired against his family, and it forces Patrick's hand to cooperate.
Kayla: I hope so.
Hope: If Patrick turns state evidence, Kayla, we have a real shot at putting E.J. behind bars.
Kayla: A long shot.
Hope: Hey, it's all we got right now.
Kayla: Do you really think that E.J. knows this plan?
Hope: The way E.J. said Shawn's name, it gave me chills.
Kayla: I felt that, too.
Hope: I got to get going, sweetie. I need to tell Bo what's going on.
Kayla: That's all right. Pop's gonna pick me up.
Hope: You'll be okay?
Kayla: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Kayla: When do we get to be happy again?
Hope: The minute E.J. Wells is behind bars.
Kayla: And I'll buy the champagne.
Bo: What happened, man? Run out of one-liners?
Steve: I got nothing left to say.
Bo: I'll bet. Truth still register in that foggy brain of yours?
Steve: Look, I got no idea who clocked Wells last night.
Bo: Mm-hmm. He said it was an accident.
Steve: Well, then it was an accident.
Bo: He's lying because he wants you in the loony bin.
Steve: You already said that, and that's my problem.
Bo: Tell that to Kay, who's in a hospital bed. Speaking of which, you went to an awful lot of trouble for a woman you say you don't care about.
Steve: Look, I got a fever. They brought me here. You want to arrest me? Do it.
Bo: You know I got nothing.
Steve: Well, then that's too bad.
Bo: Steve, come on, man. Listen to me. I put you in jail, you got a 24-hour guard. There's no way Elvis J. can get his hands on you.
Steve: Thanks for the offer. I'm not interested.
Bo: [Sighs] Damn it. Well, you better watch your back up there at that hospital, 'cause if we're lucky, he'll come after you for that cheap shot last night.
Steve: It's good to know you care.
Bo: If we're not lucky, he'll go after someone we both love. But then, that'd be okay with you, right?
Shawn D.: Where's Claire?
Belle: She's not back yet.
Shawn D.: What's that?
Belle: It's the local paper.
Shawn D.: Where did you get it?
Belle: I got it downstairs. Relax. Nobody saw me.
Shawn D.: Are you checking out the want ads?
Belle: What if I am?
Shawn D.: Have you looked around this island and seen how many factories are here? There's zero that I've seen. Maybe Mary Poppins might swoop in here and take care of Claire for us.
Belle: Are you done?
Shawn D.: I'm sorry. I know that the walls are closing in on us, but the sheriff is right. If we don't do something fast, that bounty is gonna catch up to us. And honestly, I don't know what to do without a boat or cash.
Belle: Why does that all have to be on your shoulders?
Shawn D.: It doesn't. I couldn't do this without you. You're incredible with Claire. And my idea of being a dad is to protect her -- and you.
[Knock on door]
Gabby: Hey! Unlock the door! I got one messy diaper out here.
Shawn D.: I'm glad you're here. Come on in.
Belle: Come here, angel! Come here.
Gabby: I should have brought supplies, but you know.
Belle: It's okay. I'll take her.
Gabby: Wow. So, what's up with the sheriff? Is that why the door was locked? Or maybe I should, um, turn around while you get changed.
Shawn D.: That's a good idea. So, did anybody see you with Claire?
Gabby: No. We went to the beach. It was empty.
Shawn D.: So, nobody at the hotel either?
Gabby: It was pretty quiet. Shawn, what's going on?
Shawn D.: Philip -- he left a calling card. We need to get off this island fast.
Gabby: Wow. That's a lot of money.
Shawn D.: Yeah. No kidding.
Gabby: Okay, so, we'll just work overtime on the boat. That's what we'll do.
Shawn D.: We still need supplies. With Belle working a job also, it's gonna take forever to get the money.
Gabby: I know some people in town. They might have something. It's not gonna pay much --
Shawn D.: No, all right? Belle -- she's better off with Claire.
Gabby: What does Belle say?
Shawn D.: Belle is just having a serious case of cabin fever right now.
Gabby: Shawn, if Belle wants to work, I can watch Claire. Come on. It's pretty good daycare, and it's not even gonna cost you a dime. What do you say?
Will: It's gonna be a little messy 'cause I don't have all the right cables.
E.J.: Okay, but will it work?
Will: Yeah. Just set up your laptop. I'll wire it to the television.
E.J.: Maybe I should write this down.
Will: Yeah, and get high-quality cables instead of all this junk.
E.J.: Okay. High-quality cables. Got it. You know, will, maybe it'll be easier to go and do this next door in my apartment.
Will: Your 200 bucks got you a lesson, not a private installer, all right? Pay attention.
E.J.: Okay. So, uh... uh... this connects to the set, right?
Will: Yeah, from your laptop. Do you know how to upload photos from your phone?
E.J.: Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Will: All right. Good. Okay. It's all set up. All right, just get your laptop ready, and I'll wire it to the television.
E.J.: Okay, I will do that.
Will: I'll set the TV to auxiliary 4.
E.J.: TV to auxiliary 4.
Will: If it's not on 4, then it won't show the images. Just give me your phone. I'll show you.
E.J.: Well, actually, what I have to view, young William, is more for adults only.
Will: Jeez. My dad was right. You're one sick perv.
Steve: What are you trying to do, man? Are you trying to guilt me into giving false testimony?
Bo: It's not false. You assaulted Wells.
Steve: He says I didn't.
Bo: Just give me something. Yeah, Kay doesn't want you to go to jail, but give me something. I'll put you there. You'll be safe.
Steve: No, thanks. I want to go home.
Steve: Where the deer and the lunatics roam.
Bo: You're on your own.
Steve: I've always been on my own, man. When do I get to go back to the funny farm?
Steve: The funny thing is... there's nothing funny about it.
Bo: You be careful, man.
Steve: I'll be ready if Wells comes after me.
Bo: Now, why would he come after you? Revenge?
[Knock on door]
Hope: Hey, sorry for interrupting. Bo, I need to talk to you. It's important.
Steve: It's all right, sweet thing. We're done here. Right, Bo?
Bo: Later, Steve. [Door closes] What's wrong?
Hope: E.J. paid Kayla a little visit.
Bo: Is she all right?
Hope: She's fine, but he asked about Shawn. Bo, he made it sound innocent, but it was a threat. He knows you're gonna use Shawn to bring him down.
Bo: That's impossible.
Hope: You didn't see his face. Bo, if something happens to my boy --
Bo: Take it easy. Nothing is gonna happen to him. Listen, I, uh... we got to get home. I got an idea of what he's up to.
Bo: I'll explain on the way.
Shawn D.: I don't want you in the middle of our war with Philip.
Gabby: It's babysitting, Shawn.
Shawn D.: It's not safe.
Gabby: I'm really good with kids.
Shawn D.: And handguns?
Gabby: If you ask me, this stunt sounds a little desperate.
Shawn D.: That's when Philip is most dangerous. I'm sorry, Gabby. I just -- I think that Claire would be better off with Belle and me right now.
Gabby: Sure. Whatever.
Shawn D.: I appreciate it. I do.
Gabby: Look, it's a standing offer, okay? I've already faced off with that jerk. Trust me, I'm a lot tougher than I look.
Shawn D.: I guess being raised by Duck will do that to you, huh?
Gabby: Pretty much. Look, Shawn, if there's anything I can do, I mean it.
Shawn D.: I know. Belle and I, we just need to discuss this.
Gabby: Well, you know, I can take Claire if you guys need some privacy. I think she really likes me.
Shawn D.: Yeah? Did she give you her little laugh yet?
Gabby: Yeah, I swung her up in the air, and she was just like --
Shawn D.: Oh, she loves that.
Gabby: You got something good, Shawn.
Shawn D.: I'm just trying to hold on to it.
Gabby: Look, I'll call in some favors, get the parts we need to fix the boat.
Shawn D.: Thanks. You don't print money in the basement, by any chance, do you?
Gabby: No, but there is an easy way to get off this island before captain crazy gets back here.
Shawn D.: Oh, yeah? What?
Gabby: You take me with you.
Hope: Bo, wait. Before you go in the house, honestly, you really think that E.J. is bugging our house?
Bo: The painter called me last night as he was leaving. He said a couple of electricians showed up.
Hope: We didn't hire electricians.
Bo: I checked with the subs. They didn't hire any either.
Hope: Why didn't you tell me about this?
Bo: I was checking things out. When the painters said that they went inside the house, I thought they might be robbing us, so I sent over a couple of units. Nothing was missing. Then you tell me Elvis J. Is asking questions about our son. That's when it hit me. They weren't here to steal anything. They were here to set up surveillance equipment.
Hope: There is only one reason E.J. would bug our house.
Bo: Yeah. To find our son before we do. Come on. Let's check the place out.
Will: You crossed the wires. This one goes into your output. This one goes into your laptop.
E.J.: Okay. Got it. [Cellphone rings]
Will: It's my dad.
E.J.: Possibly best not tell him about our little arrangement, eh?
Will: Yeah, you think? I'm gonna take this outside.
E.J.: Good idea.
Will: Hey, Dad. What's up? Oh, no, but I'm on my way now.
E.J.: All right, boy genius, let's see what you're made of, shall we? Okay. Shift...enter... alt...2. Am I in? God, I love reality TV. [Laughs]
Steve: Hey. Sorry if I don't get up. How's your head?
Kayla: Still there.
Steve: Pretty as ever.
Steve: Lady can't take a compliment?
Kayla: It depends on who's giving it to her.
Steve: The man you say you love.
Kayla: Is that who you are today?
Steve: No fair trying to confuse a mental patient.
Kayla: I didn't need you here.
Steve: Maybe I needed to be here.
Steve: Because Wells went too far last night.
Kayla: And you don't think it was too far when you stole John's kidney? God. You could have been arrested last night.
Steve: But I wasn't.
Kayla: Is that what you really want, is to end up in jail somewhere?
Steve: It's all jail to me, baby.
Kayla: You promised me you would go to that mental hospital and let those people help you and that you would do everything in your power to break this hold that E.J. has on you.
Steve: After last night, that proves I'm still my own man.
Kayla: No! No, it doesn't! All it proves is that you can outsmart some workers at a hospital.
Steve: Don't I get props for that?
Kayla: Do you want props for hijacking John's kidney, too?
Steve: Maybe you better go.
Kayla: This is the way it is with you, isn't it? You just push me away whenever we start talking about anything real. You know... for 16 years, I prayed that you would come back to me, to our life that we had together. And then last night, you held my hand for just a couple seconds. And I realized that all I was really praying for was something as simple as that -- my hand in yours.
Steve: I'm sorry, baby.
Kayla: Don't you believe in us just a little?
Steve: Don't make this into something that it's not, huh?
Kayla: Right. Well, we had a deal. You take all your meds and you see Dr. Kraft, and I won't tell Stephanie the truth.
Steve: Are you threatening me, sweetness?
Kayla: No. But the deal's off. Our daughter deserves to know where her father is, and I'm gonna tell her.
Shawn D.: You want to come with us?
Gabby: Why not?
Shawn D.: Gabby, this isn't a game show of "Survivor." This is my family's lives we're talking about here.
Gabby: Look, I'm sick of being stuck on this sandbar, Shawn.
Shawn D.: I'm sorry, but that's not my problem.
Gabby: Look, being around you, Belle, and Claire reminds me of how much I've been missing. Look, I can help with the boat, and I'm good with the baby.
Shawn D.: Your father -- he would never go for it.
Gabby: He doesn't have to know.
Shawn D.: You're just gonna leave and not say anything to him?
Gabby: Duck -- Duck knows there's nothing here for me.
Shawn D.: Then why did you tell Belle that you love living on the island?
Gabby: What was I supposed to say, huh, "my life sucks"? Look, I've got dreams, too.
Shawn D.: I'm sure you do, but I don't think it would be a good idea.
Gabby: Shawn, I've got money. About $500 saved. It should be enough for supplies.
Shawn D.: No. I'm not gonna take your boat and your money.
Gabby: Why not? You'd be doing me a huge favor. Shawn, I want off this island maybe even more than you do, okay? Please. Please let me come with you and Claire and Belle.
Steve: Go ahead. You call her. You know what she'll do. She'll drop everything and come here to take care of me. That's selfish, Kayla.
Kayla: One of us needs to be honest with her.
Steve: If she comes back here, I won't see her.
Kayla: That's your choice.
Steve: No, it's your choice. You're doing this. Kayla, please, leave her out of this. She's happy.
Kayla: She's confused. And you know what? I don't have any more excuses about where you are or why you haven't tried to reach her. She's strong, and she can handle this.
Steve: What if she can't?
Kayla: Then I'll help her, because that's what good parents do. Did E.J. erase that part of your memory, too?
Steve: You go ahead. You make your damn call.
Kayla: I will. I do love you.
Kayla: [Sighs] Baby girl. Hi. It's your mom. Do you have a second? I need to talk to you about your papa.
Bo: Hey. Workmen didn't leave anything upstairs.
Hope: That doesn't mean we're not being watched.
Bo: Nope. It doesn't.
Hope: So, what do we do now, Brady?
Bo: I'll call the tech guys. They'll search every inch of this place.
Hope: I don't want the baby in this house until it's swept.
Bo: Once it's swept, we'll figure out what to do.
Hope: What if we don't find anything?
Bo: If there's something here, they'll find it.
Hope: You don't think we're overreacting, do you?
Bo: No. No. E.J. Jr. is using us to get to our son.
Hope: If we could just warn him.
Bo: If he calls, we'll think of a reason not to talk to him.
Hope: How do we do that? I miss him so much.
Bo: I know. I know. We'll just come up with an excuse and then talk to him on a secure line later.
Hope: I hate this, Brady.
Bo: Yeah. So do I. But we will not talk to Shawn until we know for sure that Elvis Jr. isn't listening to us.
E.J.: You're coming through loud and clear, Detective.
Bo: We'll just stay at the pub a couple more days, okay?
E.J.: Yes, that's an excellent idea.
Hope: I'm scared.
Bo: Don't be. Little Elvis -- he's just a punk in a $2,000 suit.
E.J.: [Laughs] $3,000, actually, Bo. But one can't really expect you to know these things.
Bo: He will not hurt our family.
E.J.: Oh, shame on you, Bo! You're lying to your wife.
Hope: If the place turns up clean, maybe you're right. Maybe we should avoid talking with Shawn.
E.J.: Indeed. I suggest that you act as if little Shawn is dead. Get some practice in, eh?
[Knock on door]
Will: Knock, knock! All right, the party's over. I got to get to school. My dad's all over me for being late.
E.J.: Well, maybe I could write you a note, eh?
Will: Yeah, that'll work. Here, I got to take this stuff apart.
E.J.: Okay, well, I think I have a fairly good idea as to how to put the whole thing back together again.
Will: All right, good. Now you won't have to miss "Suzy does Salem."
E.J.: Why, William, you have such a naughty mind.
Will: I'm an adolescent. What's your excuse?
Chelsea: From now on, you're just Billie to me, okay? You and I will never be mother and daughter again.
Foley: I think it's time for you to go back to your room.
Steve: I'm doing fine right here.
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