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Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 6/25/08 - Canada; Thursday 6/26/08 - U.S.A.

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Daniel: Fizzy. No worries about the bar bill.

Chelsea: Hey, I will have you know that I can toss back a ton of ginger ale.

Daniel: Well, good to know. [Chuckles] Oh, I did tell you that I'm on call tonight?

Chelsea: Yeah, like three times.

Daniel: Really? Three?

Chelsea: Yeah.

Daniel: Isn't it -- it's weird. I mean, we -- we know each other, and we've already been through life-threatening surgery together, and just because we're on our -- on our first date, things are kind of like, uh, a little --

Chelsea: Awkward.

Daniel: Yeah.

Chelsea: Well, nothing could be more awkward than the first time we met and I wiped my hand on your pants. That was embarrassing.

Daniel: Yeah. And you stole my handkerchief.

Chelsea: No, no.

Daniel: Yeah, you did.

Chelsea: If I remember correctly, you gave it to me.

Daniel: That might be true.

Chelsea: Might be?

Daniel: Ho'omaka hou. That's Hawaiian for "new beginnings." I am very happy you're here.

Chelsea: Me too. Cheers.

Daniel: Cheers. Yeah. Whew.

Chelsea: So, it's, um -- it's too bad that Ciara wasn't feeling well. I know that my dad and Hope were enjoying their night out together.

Daniel: Well, it comes with the kid territory.

Chelsea: You know, I'm kind of glad that they're gone, though.

Daniel: Really? What, daddy looking over your shoulder all night make you a little nervous?

Chelsea: You think?

Daniel: [Chuckles]

Chelsea: I hope that, um, you didn't get the wrong impression. I mean, my dad likes you as a person. He just -- he's still hung up on the age thing because he thinks that I'm too young to be dating a mature physician like yourself.

Daniel: [Chuckles] "A mature physician" -- I like that. That's good. That's good. Well, your dad -- you know, he's not gonna be the only one who has issues with this whole age thing.

Chelsea: Yeah, I know. And, to be honest, I don't really care.

Daniel: It doesn't make you uncomfortable with your friends, your family?

Chelsea: No. I'm not too worried about it.

Daniel: That is so hot. Come here. You are so beautiful. And what are the chances that I could make you smile just like that every day?

Nicole: Ooh-hoo! Can I get another one of these?!

Trent: Easy there, Nicole. We can't have you getting drunk and making a spectacle of yourself.

Nicole: What do you care? Besides, you used to like it when I got plastered.

Trent: Yeah. We did have our fun, didn't we?

Nicole: Cut the crap, Trent. Our relationship was a sham. I was nothing more than your little sex toy.

Trent: No, we were good together.

Nicole: No. You were good at twisting my mind and torturing my ego.

Trent: Well... how about we start over?

Nicole: How about we don't? I have a life here in Salem, and it does not include you.

Morgan: She's lying! My father was not on the pier that night, and he did not smell like gasoline!

Philip: Morgan, calm down.

Morgan: No, I will not! She's telling lies about father, and I know why.

Marlena: John, this disk could be the key to our future.

John: If what you're saying is true, that disk is stolen property.

Marlena: Why do you care about that now? The important thing is this disk contains all the memories of who you were. Right, Rolf?

Dr. Rolf: And, uh, how should I know?

Marlena: Well, because you made the disk.

Dr. Rolf: This is crazy. There is no way to extract a man's memories and save them on a disk.

Marlena: Au contraire. I have the proof right here.

Dr. Rolf: I am sorry to disappoint you, Dr. Evans, but I'm afraid you have been seriously misinformed.

Marlena: I know you did this, Rolf, and now I want you to undo it.

Dr. Rolf: This is preposterous, Dr. Evans!

Marlena: You worked for Stefano. Whatever you and he did with John's memory is right here on this disk.

Dr. Rolf: I did no such thing.

Marlena: You're lying, Rolf.

Dr. Rolf: She is wrong. Such a concept is unthinkable. It cannot be done.

Marlena: That's not so. There's an enormous amount of research being done on brain mapping, memory loss and retrieval, to assist in diseases like Alzheimer's. Nobody quite knows what can be done, except, of course, for you and Stefano.

Lucas: That disk contains a map of John's brain?

Marlena: How long were you listening?

Lucas: Long enough to know that John's been way too quiet, considering what you're talking about.

John: I'm just weighing my options.

Lucas: Why don't you read the disk?

John: Already did. It's encrypted.

Marlena: I know what's on it.

John: How?

Marlena: My source.

John: Who is?

Marlena: Reliable. And who said that there are certain brain-wave patterns on this disk.

Lucas: How do we know they're John's?

John: Excellent question.

Marlena: That is why need Rolf.

Lucas: Well, maybe your source set you up, Marlena.

Marlena: No, I think Rolf set us up. You know what's on here, don't you, Rolf?

Dr. Rolf: Dr. Evans, as a psychiatrist, the brain is your area of expertise. It certainly is not mine.

Marlena: That's not true, Rolf. We all know that. You're a brilliant man -- maybe too brilliant for your own good. Yes, you were working for Stefano, taking his orders. But you were the mastermind behind what happened to John... and you know that everything is on this disk.

Dr. Rolf: I swear, I had nothing to do with any of this. But even if what you say is true, how can you be certain that you have the actual disk that was taken from here?

Marlena: I know it for a fact.

John: Well, if it is, Blondie, how did you get it? Or have you had it all along?

Roman: Okay, Morgan. Why would Chloe be lying?

Morgan: Well, isn't it obvious? I mean, she's covering for someone.

Roman: And who would that be?

Morgan: I can't say for sure.

Roman: How about you, Philip? Do you have any ideas?

Philip: Do you really believe that I'm capable of starting this fire?

Morgan: I didn't say it was you, Philip.

Max: Well, look, if your dad didn't do it and Philip didn't do it, then who did?

Morgan: John Black.

Kayla: He claims there was a setup, that the cocaine was planted on his ship.

Philip: He can claim whatever he wants, but John Black started this war.

Morgan: Come on, y'all. You really don't believe that John Black is capable of torching his own stuff?

Roman: We have no evidence that he did, Morgan, but we do have an eyewitness right here.

Morgan: And she's lying. I told you!

Chloe: I'm not. I'm just reporting what I saw, which was your father on the pier the night the warehouse went up in flames.

Daniel: Well, you know what? You are a very lucky girl, Chelsea. You have a, uh, cool, caring family.

Chelsea: They are pretty cool. Except for my Grandma Kate. She can be a little overprotective.

Daniel: You think? Yeah, she's not too bashful with her opinions, either.

Chelsea: Enough about Kate. Um, there's something else that I would like to talk about.

Daniel: Oh, yeah? What's that?

Chelsea: Us.

Nicole: What's your game, Trent?

Trent: My game? Why are you so suspicious? Can't we just go out together and have some fun?

Nicole: I'm having a hard time letting my guard down.

Trent: Well, why is that?

Nicole: Why? Because one minute you're playing nicey-nice and introducing me to your adoring fan, and the next minute you're calling me a stinking drunk.

Trent: Come on. I was -- I was just asking you to pace yourself, that's all. Just a suggestion.

Nicole: Oh. My bad.

Trent: Well, the dean of the physics department can't have his date getting tanked at dinner, right?

Nicole: Why not? I've done it before. I was booted out of here a few weeks ago -- no biggie.

Trent: Yeah, well, not tonight, okay?

Nicole: You're just afraid that I might get bombed and blurt out some incriminating scenario from your dark, murky past.

John: Where did you get the disk?

Philip: Before I give you this, I need you to promise me you won't tell John it came from me.

Marlena: You want me to lie to him?

Philip: You're wondering how I can ask that. Dr. Marlena Evans always does the right thing, doesn't she?

Marlena: Well, I'm not always sure what the right thing is, but this time... I think I am. The right thing is to take the disk and pray that it has on it what you think it has on it.

Philip: And?

Marlena: And not tell John where I got it.

Marlena: It's not important.

John: It is to me. If it is the same disk, then it was stolen from my home. How'd you get your hands on it?

Marlena: The person who gave it to me made me promise not to get them involved.

John: So you are protecting the criminal that compromised my security system, broke into my home, and pilfered all my belongings?

Marlena: John, you've got to focus here. What's important is what's on the disk.

John: My home security is important.

Marlena: I understand. I agree. But if the information on this disk is what I was told it is...

John: By your criminal source, I assume.

Marlena: ...Then we have to investigate it. That's why it was given to me.

John: Hmm. The real question is... why would Philip care?

Marlena: I never said it was Philip.

John: No, because you're protecting the enemy.

Marlena: That's not fair, John.

John: You assured me that you were on my side.

Marlena: This isn't a game, John. Don't you understand that? This disk can unlock the keys to your memory. It can give us a future.

Morgan: Look, we all know John Black is bad news, okay? He's the one you should be looking at.

Chloe: I'm telling the truth, Roman. Not only was Mr. Hollingsworth acting suspicious, but he smelled like gasoline.

Roman: And you'll sign an affidavit to that effect?

Chloe: Yes.

Morgan: What gives her the right to stand here and make these accusations?! Isn't there a law against it?!

Roman: All right. That's enough. Chloe, please come with me. We need to talk in private.

Chloe: Of course.

Roman: All right. Are you sure about what you're saying?

Chloe: Absolutely positive.

Roman: Okay. Then start at the beginning. Tell me everything you remember.

Daniel: Uh, hold on, hold on. There is no "us" at this point.

Chelsea: Oh! Oh, okay. Then, um, remind me again why we're out on a date.

Daniel: We're just exploring the possibilities, getting to know each other -- you know, that lost art of -- I think they call it "courtship."

Chelsea: Okay.

Daniel: Yeah.

Chelsea: I get it. So, we are trying to see if maybe eventually there could be an "us"?

Daniel: Yeah. Something like that. Yeah.

Trent: Right. My dark and murky past. Yeah. I got nothing to hide.

Nicole: So, does Max know about you?

Trent: He does.

Nicole: Hmm. That must have been a joyous reunion. What did he do, spit on you?

Trent: I care about my son... and I also care about you, Nicole.

Nicole: [Scoffs] Please.

Trent: I'm serious. Meeting you was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

Nicole: I wish I could say the same about you. Meeting you nearly ruined my life.

Trent: How can you say that to me? Your life was ruined before you met me. I'm the one who put it back together again. I took you in after your own father drugged you and forced you to do porn.

Nicole: You took me in so you could use me until you found some other ingénue to crawl over to get to the top.

Trent: The truth is your life was a disaster. If it weren't for me and everything that I did for you, you would probably be dead.

Daniel: So, uh, what's good to eat?

Chelsea: Um... the chicken piccata is delicious.

Daniel: Really? Really? The piccata -- that's the one with the sauce.

Chelsea: With the capers.

Daniel: Yes.

Chelsea: Yeah. I love them.

Daniel: Hmm. Really? That's funny, because you struck me more as a pasta-and-parmesan type.

[Cellphone ringing] Oh, hold on. I got to get this. But hold that thought. Uhh! It's Dr. Taylor from the E.R. I did tell you that I'm on call tonight?

Chelsea: That would be the fourth time, yeah.

Daniel: Wow. Four times. All right. Well, I got to get back to the hospital. I'm sorry. It's a doctor thing.

Chelsea: Yeah. No -- no worries. Rain check.

Daniel: Rain or shine. All right, wait. Wait. You're coming with me.

Chelsea: To the hospital?

Daniel: Yep. That way our date doesn't really have to end.

Chelsea: Oh, thank you.

Daniel: Ah, yes. Follow me.

Max: Yes, Steph, I'm going to see my father, and please stop trying to talk me out of going. I have a lot of questions, and he's the only one who can answer them.

Stephanie: I know this is really important to you. I just think you should wait.

Max: For what?

Stephanie: For when you're not so angry.

Max: Are you kidding me? He's the one who turned up in Salem and turned my world upside down. He's acting like some big-shot author/university scholar. He's acting like he's some kind of upstanding guy.

Stephanie: He did just publish a book.

Max: Who cares? It's a load of bull, and he's a big phony, and I'm gonna tell him, as well as everybody else in Salem, the truth -- Trent Robbins is a ruthless, heartless bastard.

Steve: Hey, Maxwell. I think you need to calm down. If you do that, you could be making a big mistake.

Roman: Okay, what happened next?

Chloe: Well, I looked up and I saw Mr. Hollingsworth.

Roman: Do you know him?

Chloe: Not personally, but I've seen him around town, and his picture's been in the papers the last few months.

Roman: Okay. All right. Keep going.

Chloe: We were both startled.

Roman: Did you speak?

Chloe: I said hello. He asked me if we had ever met before. I said no, and then I left.

Roman: What about the gasoline? When did you notice that?

Chloe: Uh, right away. It was really strong -- overwhelming, actually. I'm surprised he didn't go up with the flames.

Morgan: Look, whatever she is telling you -- it's a lie. She's only trying to get back at me because she saw me kissing Philip.

Chloe: You've got to be kidding me.

Roman: Chloe, is that true?

Chloe: No. This has nothing to do with her.

Morgan: Oh, like hell it doesn't!

Philip: Stop it, Morgan.

Morgan: Oh, come on! Can't you see that she's --

Roman: All right, Morgan -- Morgan, you need to leave, all right? I have to finish questioning Chloe.

Morgan: Why won't you listen to me?

Philip: Morgan, come with me.

Morgan: No. You know what? I bet John Black knows a thing or two about where my father is. Why don't you go question him?

Philip: Let's let Roman finish up with Chloe, okay?

Morgan: Fine. You know what? I'll go find him myself.

Roman: Philip... okay, Chloe. Give me a description. What was Paul Hollingsworth wearing the night you saw him?

Lucas: You know, John, I've actually been doing some research on computer security. If I can help you...

John: Well, that's good to know, but I'll handle it.

Dr. Rolf: Dr. Evans, please believe me. I am a medical man. I have absolutely no experience with computer technology.

Marlena: That's nonsense, Rolf. We all know that. There must be something in that high-tech lab of yours that might help us access this information. Why don't we go take a look?

Dr. Rolf: The equipment in my laboratory is strictly medical in nature.

Marlena: Then I'd really love to see it.

Dr. Rolf: I must tell you, I think you're setting yourself up for a big disappointment.

Marlena: Why is that?

Dr. Rolf: You're quite vulnerable. I understand that you loved your husband, but I am afraid you want the old John so badly that you're willing to believe all we have to do is access data on a disk and -- poof! -- He will be back.

John: You're saying that's not possible?

Dr. Rolf: I'm saying it's 100% absolutely impossible.

Marlena: I'd love you to prove me wrong.

Dr. Rolf: And how am I to do that, Dr. Evans?

John: You won't. Nobody's doing anything with that disk until you reveal your source.

Marlena: I can't do that.

John: You mean you won't do it.

Marlena: I gave my word, John. Nothing you can say is gonna make me break that.

Chelsea: And what are we doing in here?

Daniel: [Chuckles] Well, Kate got discharged earlier, and I knew this room would be open. Yeah. I just thought you might be more comfortable in here than, say, um, in emergency. It gets kind of crazy down there, especially in the middle of the night.

Chelsea: Yeah. I mean, I-I watch "E.R."

Daniel: Right. So, are you -- are you gonna be okay?

Chelsea: Yeah. I mean, how long are you gonna be?

Daniel: Well, it, um -- it shouldn't take too long. I will come back as soon as I can. Oh. How's dating a doctor so far?

Chelsea: It is not dull.

Daniel: Never. Never dull.

Max: Wait -- wait a minute. Didn't you just say that your father was a heartless son of a bitch just like mine?

Steve: I did. He was all that and more.

Max: So now you're telling me to back off? I mean, I don't get it, Steve. Which one is it?

Steve: Well, I was thinking about it, and I realized I knew my father, but you didn't know yours.

Max: I knew my real mother... a little. I felt her pain. I knew she couldn't handle life alone.

Steve: So that man made her deal with raising a baby alone?

Max: Something like that, only she couldn't. A baby was too much for her. I was too much for her. So, basically, you grew up here with the Brady's, right? All I'm saying, Maxwell, is get the truth. Before you go off, make sure this Trent dude is the monster you really think he is.

Max: Damn straight he is!

Stephanie: Calm down.

Kayla: You know, you were pretty young, Max, and children have a way of creating their own truths.

Max: No, no, no. Kayla, I know what he did, and I know what he didn't do.

Kayla: Just be sure before you do or say something that you regret.

Chloe: What difference does it make what he was wearing?

Roman: Just relax, all right? I mean, it's all routine. Just answer the question.

Chloe: I -- it was dark. I wasn't paying attention to his clothes. I-I don't remember.

Roman: Try.

Chloe: Okay. Um, can I go get a glass of water first?

Roman: I'll get it. You think. Yeah. Good. I need you to put out an A.P.B. on Paul Hollingsworth. Yeah, that's right -- the guy that worked in customs down at the docks. You want to bring him in for questioning. I'm pretty sure he left town, so check the usual sources. See if you can track him down. Yeah. Thanks.

Marlena: John, we finally have the disk. Aren't you curious? Aren't you dying to discover what's on here and what this quack and your half brother did to you?

John: Dying to discover? I don't think so. Mildly curious, perhaps.

Marlena: All right. I am still your wife. This affects me, affects my life, so I would like you to force Rolf to access this data, and then we'll know what we're dealing with.

Dr. Rolf: You cannot force a person to perform a task they are incapable of performing.

John: Even if I forced Rolf to access the data --

Dr. Rolf: I told you, sir -- I cannot do that.

John: Relax, Rolf. For argument's sake, if you were to do what Blondie suggested --

Dr. Rolf: But I cannot --

John: No, please, don't say it again. Now, if you could --

Dr. Rolf: I -- uh --

John: Even if you could... I'm not so sure I would like to subject myself to the risk.

Marlena: What risk? [Cellphone beeping]

John: Will you get that?!

Lucas: Uh, I-I will definitely take this elsewhere. Sorry. "What was Paul wearing?"

Chloe: I don't remember what the guy was wearing. I don't look at what guys wear.

Lucas: Come on, think, think. What was he wearing? What was that guy wearing?

Marlena: Risk? Why would getting your memory back be a risk?

John: What if it's a trick?

Dr. Rolf: Yes. Yes, yes, of course. You are correct, sir. This is what I was attempting to say earlier. It could very well be a scam.

John: If I agree and subject myself to more brain manipulations, what guarantee do I have?

Marlena: Well, there is none.

John: Exactly. Even you don't know whose brain waves are on that disk. How do I know that I won't end up even more screwed up than you think I already am?

Marlena: I hadn't thought of that.

John: I didn't think so. Therefore I'm not taking the risk. I won't do it.

Roman: There you go.

Chloe: Thank you.

Roman: Any new details -- the time, clothing?

Chloe: Like I said, it was dark.

Roman: But you also said you bumped into a man, presumably Paul Hollingsworth.

Chloe: Oh, I'm not presuming. I'm positive it was him. I was standing right next to him.

Roman: Then you must have seen what he was wearing.

Chloe: Right. Um, you know, he was wearing a dress shirt, but I can't remember the color.

[Cellphone beeping]

Roman: Hmm. Expecting a message?

Max: I have all the proof that I need. My birth father was scum. He threw me into foster care, and he never looked back. Nice, huh? What kind of man does that?

Steve: I feel you, Maxwell.

Kayla: Listen, Max, we all understand how hurt you are.

Max: I'm not hurt. I am not hurt. I am angry.

Kayla: I understand that, but, you know, a lot of years have passed, and people make mistakes, and they change. He might be a different man.

Max: No, he's not. I have spent enough time with him to know that much. He was a worthless son of a bitch then, and he still is.

Nicole: Why is everything always about you, Trent?

Trent: It is not egocentric of me to say that I turned your life around.

Nicole: Like hell you did.

Trent: [Sighs] After everything your father did to you, who was there for you? I was. I took you under my wing. I nurtured you. I helped you get back up on your feet again.

Nicole: No, you didn't. I pulled myself together. I kicked the drugs. I went back to school. I did everything I could to get my degree and make something of my life.

Trent: And I was very proud of you for that.

Nicole: That is such bull. You used me... just like my father did. What's the difference, Trent? He drugged me and made me do porn. You turned me into your "it" girl -- whenever you needed a warm body to have sex or... to hang on your arm at your stuffy faculty parties.

Trent: No, you were much more than that to me.

Nicole: Then how come -- how come the minute your career took off, you dumped me like garbage? You left me... feeling as w-worthless... and empty as my father did. [Crying softly]

Trent: [Clears throat]

Nicole: My self-esteem was so trashed. It hurt so bad, and I didn't care if I lived or died.

[Knock on door]

Chelsea: Daniel? Oh, um, I-I'm sorry. I think that you have the wrong room. The patient that was in here earlier was discharged already. I'm just waiting.

Nurse: Miss Chelsea Brady?

Chelsea: Yeah.

Nurse: Then this is all for you. Enjoy.

Trent: [Inhales, exhales deeply] You can't be serious.

Nicole: [Sniffles] [Exhales sharply] I believed you. The plans we made, the dreams we had... Trent, I thought... I thought you were in love with me. And I thought that we were g-- I thought we were gonna be together forever. I fell for all your lies. Then you took off and you left me with no money and no job -- with nothing. Nothing. You left me with nothing.

Trent: We're all responsible for our own destiny.

Nicole: [Exhales sharply] That is really profound! Who'd you steal that from?

Trent: You know, I'm -- [Clears throat] I'm kind of disappointed in you. You're nothing but a sniveling, whining, little ingrate who loves feeling sorry for herself.

Roman: New message?

Chloe: Uh, yeah. Oh, it's just my attorney. I'll call him back.

Roman: Okay. Chloe, I need you to come down to the station. I have to take a formal statement.

[Cellphone ringing] Yeah? Okay. Good. Good. I'll get back to you.

Chloe: Yeah, of course I'll come down to the station. And you know what? I think I can remember what Paul was wearing that night.

Roman: Okay. Good.

Chloe: Um, he was wearing a gray suit and a dress shirt with stripes on it and no tie.

Roman: Great. The more details, the better.

Chloe: Can I ask you something?

Roman: Sure.

Chloe: What if Morgan's dad is guilty? What will happen to him?

Roman: Prison... unless he's smart and gives up who he was working for. Then, uh, maybe he can cut himself a deal.

Chloe: I think he did this to get back at John Black.

Roman: Why is that?

Chloe: Well, I don't think that either John nor Philip would do something so reckless or dangerous as set that warehouse on fire. I know they're both at war with each other, but when it comes to this, I think they're both completely innocent.

Lucas: Come on, Chloe. Did you get my text or what? What is the deal?

Daniel: Don't you touch that. Allow me.

Chelsea: Nice.

Daniel: Dinner courtesy of Chez Rouge.

Chelsea: How'd you do all this?

Daniel: Oh. And where did that come from? I do not know. Aloha.

Chelsea: Thank you.

Daniel: Hmm. [Chuckles] I have to, uh, hang around this hospital till Mrs. Goldstein is out of surgery. So, I didn't want to ruin our evening. I thought I'd have dinner delivered right here. Your seat.

Chelsea: Chicken piccata?

Daniel: Oh, yeah. I heard it's to die for. Capers -- love 'em. Now, I know this isn't the most perfect setting, but, uh, does it work in a pinch?

Chelsea: It's perfect.

Daniel: [Exhales deeply] Good. Don't... you dare peek at that. Mnh-mnh. No, no, no, no, no. Not until this. [ Smooches] Thank you, Chelsea.

Chelsea: For what?

Daniel: For you being you. Come here.

Max: My father's off-limits. I'm the one who has to deal with him, and I'm gonna deal with him however and whenever I want. I'm out of here.

Kayla: Max --

Max: No.

Morgan: Everything is so out of control. My father's missing. My mother doesn't even care because she's still so angry. [Sighs] I'm really worried about him, Philip.

Philip: Well, try and relax. I'm sure he's lying low somewhere. He's fine.

Morgan: Yeah, I hope so -- till John hunts him down like a rabid dog.

Philip: Whatever happens, I am on your side. If it turns out John is behind all this, I promise you -- I will make sure he pays.

Morgan: Thank you. That means a lot.

Nicole: I am not feeling sorry for myself. I have learned my lesson. And because of you, I will never, ever trust anyone again.

Trent: Oh, that's -- [Chuckles] Honey, I did what I had to do.

Nicole: Of course you did. . . because that's who you are. You are a cruel, selfish, uncaring bastard who will do anything to get to the top. And you know what the saddest part is?
You will hurt anyone along the way. And this whole 'Mr. Nice guy' routine. . . I've got news for you -- it's not gonna fly, because I know who you are and what you're capable of.

Trent: Oh, I may have made a mistake or two on the way up, but who doesn't, you know? Now -- you're right -- I am on top, and there's nothing you or anyone else can do or say to bring me down.

Nicole: You want to bet?

Trent: Mm-hmm. You're gonna keep your mouth shut... because if you don't... your own dirty little secret is gonna get out... and you have a lot more to lose than I do.

Marlena: You're right, John. With Stefano behind this, I-I agree. There could be quite a dangerous risk.

John: Right. Give me the disk.

Marlena: Why?

John: I'm gonna get rid of it.

Marlena: No. No.

John: Excuse me?

Marlena: Look, I didn't mean we need to give up on this. I mean we just need to be very, very cautious.

John: Well, I'll give you this much, Blondie -- you are persistent.

Marlena: I have the advantage, and you were worth fighting for.

John: So you say.

Marlena: John, the fact that we have this disk, I think, is a sign.

John: A sign of what?

Marlena: That we're on the right track, that we'll get the information we want.

John: Mm. I follow your linear perspective. Now I need you to understand mine.

Marlena: All right. That's fair.

John: I demand the name of your source.

Marlena: My source is highly trustworthy.

John: That's only your opinion -- not good enough.

Marlena: Don't you trust me?

John: Let's just say I-I don't have the faith that you do.

Marlena: You need to have Rolf access the information on this disk.

Dr. Rolf: Look, excuse me, Dr. Evans. I strongly resent your implication.

Marlena: And I strongly resent your duplicity.

Dr. Rolf: I am telling you the truth.

Marlena: Stefano is involved in this, Rolf.

Dr. Rolf: Undoubtedly, but I cannot speak for Stefano.

John: [Chuckles] Stefano can't speak for Stefano.

Dr. Rolf: This must have been one of those projects he undertook without my knowledge. Look, I swear to you, sir, I know absolutely nothing about any of this.

John: Rolf, Rolf, Rolf, easy. We got it. You don't know anything. Please don't say that again.

Dr. Rolf: Yes.

John: And stop pacing.

Marlena: There is a simple way to get the information. I would like us to do it right now.

Anna: What could make our happiness complete?

Tony: If you would quit your job at Lumberg Advertising and come and work for me.

Victor: Morgan Hollingsworth?

Philip: What?

Victor: Are you sleeping with Paul's daughter?

John: It's amazing -- isn't it? -- How one little disk can cause all this commotion.

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