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Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 6/27/08 - Canada; Monday 6/30/08 - U.S.A.
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Chelsea: Look, my dad's gone, but Hope and Ciara are sleeping, so...
Chelsea: ...Library voices.
Stephanie: Yeah, got it.
Chelsea: You okay?
Stephanie: Not really.
Chelsea: Let me guess. Max, right?
[Knock on door]
Max: It's kind of late, isn't it?
Trent: Oh, I thought you wanted to talk.
Max: Well, why the hell didn't you show up earlier like you were supposed to?
Trent: Well, I'm here now. Want some help?
Trent: I worked in a restaurant -- busboy. I was 17 -- summer before college.
Max: Oh. Well, I'm not saving up for anything. I'm just trying to make ends meet.
Trent: You work a lot?
Max: Every day.
Trent: Yeah? Good tips?
Max: By your standards, probably not.
Trent: Listen, ma--
Max: No, you listen. There's something I've been waiting to say to you.
Trent: Me too. I'd like to make amends.
Roman: Well, little brother, you didn't have to get all dressed up just for me.
Roman: I am sorry I interrupted your evening with Hope.
Bo: Not a problem. The babysitter called and said Ciara had a tummy ache, and it's actually kind of a relief to come in to work.
Bo: Yeah, Hope and I had a bit of a disagreement.
Bo: Chelsea. We ran into her at Chez Rouge. She was on a date with Daniel Jonas.
Roman: Dr. Jonas?
Bo: Yep, the one and only.
Roman: Isn't he a bit old for her?
Bo: Thanks. That's exactly what I said. What would you do if she was your daughter?
Roman: [Sighs] Well, you know what? She's not a little girl anymore. She's a grown-up woman, so I would try to stay out of it, I guess.
Bo: Right. That's what Hope said.
Roman: Uh-huh. Well, it could be worse. At least the guy's not a DiMera.
Bo: [Chuckles] That's one way to look at it. Why did you call me in?
Roman: Paul Hollingsworth is missing.
Bo: Oh, hell.
Roman: Yeah, I ran into his daughter earlier at the pub.
Bo: Morgan's a good friend of Chelsea's.
Roman: She's pretty upset, worried about her dad. Said he suddenly left town, just kind of disappeared.
Bo: Well, that's strange.
Roman: It gets better. Chloe Black is claiming she saw Hollingsworth on the pier the night of the warehouse fire and that he smelled like gasoline.
Bo: Mm. Well, pieces are starting to fit together. Now all we have to do is find Paul.
Roman: Yeah, I did some checking. Turns out he bought a plane ticket to South America.
Bo: Headed out of the country, huh?
Roman: Not on that plane. He checked his luggage, but he never boarded.
Bo: John Black.
John: I need to find some hardware in the lab that's compatible with this disk, if it exists.
Ava: And then?
John: I'll take it from there. [Footsteps approaching]
E.J.: Oops. Sorry. Didn't realize you had company. Good evening, Ava.
Ava: Evening, E.J.
E.J.: So, anyway, don't mind me. I'm just going to get Johnny a bottle.
John: Nephew, I have a question.
E.J.: Can it wait until the morning?
John: Well, technically, it is morning.
E.J.: Um, okay, look. John, if you wish you to talk, can we just leave it until tomorrow? I've got a fussy baby upstairs.
John: I'm curious to know how long you're going to keep up this charade with your wife -- or should I say ex-wife?
E.J.: I beg your pardon?
John: Your marriage has been over for a period of time, but, for some reason, you've neglected to inform Samantha of that.
E.J.: Right. John, that's completely ridiculous. Of course we're still married.
John: Elvis, the annulment went through. You've been lying to Samantha for weeks now.
Sami: What? Is that true, E.J.?
Chelsea: So, what's going on with Max?
Stephanie: Oh, my God. I am the world's worst friend. How was your date with Daniel?
Chelsea: Oh, it...
Stephanie: It was that good?
Chelsea: Oh, my God. You don't even know.
Stephanie: Oh, my goodness. Details. How did he like the dress? What did you guys talk about? Did he -- did he kiss you?
Chelsea: Okay, slow down.
Stephanie: I'm sorry. I'm just really, really excited for you.
Chelsea: I fantasized about this night for, like, so long.
Stephanie: Did it live up to your expectations?
Chelsea: He is so sweet and funny and incredibly smart, which is so sexy.
Stephanie: And he's really, really hot.
Chelsea: And that's the thing. Like, most hot guys know when they're hot, you know? And he's totally oblivious. He's just really down to earth and humble, and... I'm totally gushing like a stupid little girl right now.
Stephanie: You're gushing and you're eating. What's up with that? I thought he took you to Chez Rouge. Unless you skipped dinner and went straight to his place for dessert? Chelsea! Did you? Tell me!
Chelsea: Okay. I'm eating because I was too nervous to have dinner with him. You know -- the first-date jitters.
Stephanie: Is there gonna be a second date?
Stephanie: Well, how did it end? Did he say he was gonna call you?
Stephanie: Okay, well, if he doesn't call right away, don't panic. Guys like to wait a few days. They don't want to seem too desperate. And if he wants to hang out this weekend, Wednesday 10:00 P.M. is the cutoff. If he calls you after that, tell him that you have plans because you don't want to sound too available.
Chelsea: Stephanie, um, Daniel's not an immature frat boy. He doesn't have time for games.
Stephanie: Right. [Chuckles] He's a doctor.
Stephanie: Dr. and Mrs. Daniel Jonas.
Chelsea: Stephanie, please.
Stephanie: Come on. Don't act like you haven't thought about it a million times. Mrs. Chelsea Jonas. Hmm. Hi, yes. I'd like to book the ocean-view honeymoon suite. Oh, my name? Mrs. Chelsea Jonas. Mm.
Chelsea: Okay, you're weird.
Stephanie: You know what? Just humor me, please? I can at least live vicariously.
Chelsea: Okay, what is going on with Max?
Stephanie: [Inhales deeply] It's, um -- it's a train wreck.
Chelsea: Okay, well, tell me.
Stephanie: His biological dad is in town.
Chelsea: Are you kidding?
Chelsea: Well, I guess that explains why he's been acting so weird. Do you, um, know who it is?
Stephanie: Yeah, and he said he's gonna go meet up with him right now, and I just have a really bad feeling about it.
Trent: I know that we got off on the wrong foot, and I'm really sorry about that. But you know what? If you give me half a chance, you might see that I'm really not that bad a guy.
Max: You can actually say that with a straight face.
Trent: Look, Max, I know we have our issues.
Max: You abandoned me, and you never came back.
Trent: No, that's not true.
Max: No, no, no. You came back once when I was a kid. Big deal. You didn't stick around.
Trent: I did what I thought was best for you.
Max: Did it even affect you when you saw me?
Trent: Of course it did. You were my son.
Max: You were a coward, and you still are.
Trent: If you give me a chance to expl--
Max: No! All you had to tell me was who you were. But, no, you took the easy way out. You ran away.
Trent: You want to know why -- the real reason that I came to Salem all those years ago? I came back because I wanted you with me. Yeah. Back when this place was still a fish market, I came. I stood right there. And you were sitting there with your dad -- Shawn. You had, uh, little cars running along there. You had a sheet of paper and some crayons.
Max: Pop and I used to draw buildings and streets. We used to race our cars through the little town. It was pretty cool.
Max: I almost forgot about that. [Clears throat]
Trent: Well, it was obvious that you had things pretty good with the Brady's, that they made you happy. And I realized that... I wasn't gonna be able to give you that kind of happiness. I was traveling all the time, trying to build a career for myself. You deserved better than that.
Max: You must have known that our paths would have crossed when you came back to Salem.
Trent: No. I thought it was possible, but, to tell you the truth, I didn't even know if you'd still be here. I mean, the last I heard, you were racing cars and touring. I never could figure out why you -- why you gave that up.
Max: I-I'm sorry. Is this job not acceptable to you?
Trent: Did I say that?
Max: You didn't need to. And I don't need a degree to know when I hear a put-down.
Trent: Oh, not this again.
Max: No, all I am to you is some punk innkeeper. Well, you know what? It was good enough for Shawn Brady, and it's good enough for me, okay?
Trent: Then you shouldn't mind if I ask you to keep our relationship a secret.
Sami: Say something.
E.J.: Samantha, we can talk about this later. Right now I need to go and tend to Johnny.
Sami: I was coming to tell you that he fell asleep. So? Is what John said true? Are we no longer married? John?
John: Well, that's what Nicole seems to think.
Sami: Nicole? W-well, then, obviously, it's a lie. She -- oh, my God. Oh, my God! [Laughing ] I'm so stupid!
E.J.: Samantha, let's not do this right now, please.
Sami: Just stop it. What about you? How long have you known about this? W-were you just not gonna tell me?
John: It's not my business.
Sami: But you -- but I thought you... I keep forgetting that you are not the man you used to be.
John: I'm curious to see how you will handle this.
Sami: How long were you planning on dragging this out?
E.J.: As long as I could.
Sami: So, you'll do anything to keep me and Lucas apart.
E.J.: No, I'm gonna do anything to keep my family together.
Sami: You thought lying was the way to do that?
E.J.: Samantha, all I want is for our son to grow up and have a normal, healthy childhood.
Sami: Just stop it. Don't you dare use Johnny as an excuse for what you did.
E.J.: Well, what do you want me to say?! I'm not sorry for trying to keep my family together.
Sami: We were never really a family!
E.J.: Oh, shut up. "We were never a family." You know what? I was a husband to you and a father to both of those twins in every possible way, bar none.
Sami: For a couple to want to be together as a family, E.J., they have to love each other.
E.J.: Right. My sentiments exactly.
Roman: We've got to go slow with this. We don't have any proof that Hollingsworth set that fire. All we have is Chloe's story.
Bo: But if he's John's go-to guy...
Roman: Oh, it makes sense. I get it. But we also have to remember the grand jury didn't even think they had enough evidence to convict the guy of taking a bribe.
Bo: Come on. You and I both know he's guilty.
Roman: Yes. But you and I both know that what we think and what we can prove are two entirely different things. In fact, I was thinking that you and I need to take a little walk through Hollingsworth's apartment, see what we can come up with.
Bo: We should get his luggage, too.
Roman: Already got that covered.
Bo: Well, with any luck, we'll find something in there that'll connect him and John.
Roman: And if Hollingsworth has gone missing, then John will be a suspect in something even more serious than drug trafficking and arson. [Telephone rings] Brady here. Okay, good. Thanks, Benny. We've got our search warrant.
Bo: Let's go get us some evidence.
Ava: Oh, ho-ho ho ho. Check this out. Only thing missing in here is Han Solo. Hey, you think we could destroy the death star? What if we press this button?
John: Don't! We don't know what we're dealing with here.
Ava: Okay. I get it.
John: Let's put this in and see what happens.
Chelsea: Max's dad is Dean Robbins, the guy that we met from...
Stephanie: Nick's party. And the head of the physics department of Salem University. Yeah.
Chelsea: I can't believe this.
Stephanie: It's crazy, right?
Chelsea: How long has Max known?
Stephanie: Since the night at Chez Rouge. Max recognized his dad.
Chelsea: I didn't even realize that Max knew who his biological father was.
Stephanie: He had some memories of him, but none of them were good.
Chelsea: Whatever happened to his real mom? Do we know?
Stephanie: She died a really long time ago.
Chelsea: Poor kid.
Stephanie: He's really going through a lot right now, and I just wish he'd let me help him.
Chelsea: You know, um, it's probably best to just give him his space so he can be alone and have time to process all this.
Stephanie: I actually don't think that's a good idea.
Chelsea: Why not?
Stephanie: Chelsea, you've seen the trouble he's been getting into lately. I mean, he broke into his dad's hotel room. He trashed the place. He's been fighting with people.
Chelsea: So, what are you gonna do?
Stephanie: That's why I came over -- to see if your dad and Aunt Hope could help.
Max: Unbelievable. First you say that, oh, I'm not such a bad guy. And then you have the nerve to say that you don't want anyone to know that we're related?
Trent: I thought that's what you wanted.
Max: It is what I wanted. But you know what? It's too late.
Trent: What do you mean?
Max: People already know.
Trent: Your girlfriend, but nobody else, right?
Max: A few others.
Max: Some of my family because they knew that something was wrong, and I think they deserve to know the truth.
Trent: You did this to retaliate.
Max: Do you really believe that I want people to know that I have a jerk like you for a father?
Trent: This is not good.
Max: Oh, I'm sorry to step on your toes, dad. But if you got such a problem with it, why don't you pack up and hit the road?
Sami: Maybe I need to refresh your memory that we were pretending to be a loving family so that we could get immigration off your back because I felt that it was important for Johnny to have his father in his life. Maybe I should rethink that decision.
E.J.: You don't even mean that.
Sami: I do. You -- after everything -- you blackmailed me into marrying you, and then you tricked me into thinking that we were still married? For all I know, that whole bit about immigration and Mr. Burke and everything was another one of your stupid schemes. Ugh!
E.J.: You know what? As a matter of fact, it was.
John: Maybe it'll work this time.
Ava: Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean, "this time"?
John: I loaded it into my computer about a month ago. It was encrypted.
Ava: And so what makes you think it's gonna be different now?
John: If it was created here, it'll play here in this equipment.
Ava: Wait, wait, wait. John, don't.
Roman: Damn it. I wish we could have found something that would have incriminated either Hollingsworth or John. [Knock on door]
Casey: Where do you want me to put this?
Roman: Put it right over there, Casey.
Bo: Thanks, man.
Roman: Thank you.
Morgan: I'm sorry, Commissioner Brady. Is this a bad time?
Roman: Uh, yeah, no problem. What's on your mind, Morgan?
Morgan: I was just wondering if you have any leads on my father. I mean, I know you said you'd call. I've just been... is that my father's suitcase? Where is he?
Ava: Wait, wait, wait. I-I didn't think you were gonna do this now.
John: Neither did I.
Ava: Aren't you afraid of what might be on there?
John: But suddenly I'm very curious.
Ava: Okay, well, you know, curiosity should not be the reason you do this. It could be very dangerous. [Beeping]
Stefano: A man's entire life -- everything he knew, everything he remembered -- has been extracted from his brain and placed on this single little disk. [ Chuckles] It's incredible.
Ava: Hey, hey, John. Are you okay?
John: I remember.
Sami: You orchestrated that entire fiasco with immigration?
E.J.: Yes, I did. My visa did expire... but given the circumstances of my birth, when the immigration department looked into it, they determined that I was eligible for a dual citizenship, so... I made Mr. Burke, I suppose you could call, a very generous offer, and he agreed to play along.
Sami: And you went to all that trouble because you wanted us to be together?
E.J.: Yes, I did.
Sami: You bastard.
Morgan: Why do you have my father's suitcase?
Bo: Take it easy.
Morgan: No, I will not take it easy until you tell me what's going on.
Roman: The investigation is still pending. We can't discuss it.
Morgan: If you know something about my father, you need to tell me.
Bo: We don't know where he is or what happened to him, but we're doing what we can to find out.
Morgan: Y'all still don't believe that what Chloe said is true, do you?
Roman: There are still a lot of unanswered questions. I'd rather not speculate.
Morgan: John Black is responsible. He's the man that you're after.
Roman: Morgan! Believe me, we are looking at all our options. Now, why don't you go home and try to get some sleep?
Bo: Would you like me to give you a lift?
Morgan: No, I'll be fine. Please...find my father.
Bo: Poor kid.
Roman: Yeah. I get the feeling her dad is not the man she thinks he is.
Bo: Let's see if you're right.
Max: That's something you're good at, right -- walking away?
Trent: We could have settled this yesterday.
Max: Yeah, if I had accepted your bribe to keep quiet, but that's now how I do things. I realize that it's probably hard for you to understand this, but money's not all that important to me.
Trent: [Chuckles] You've got a lot to learn, Max.
Max: And you're one who could stand a lesson or two. You really don't know what it's like to be happy, do you?
Trent: I beg your pardon?
Max: It's not just selling books, and it's not being the smartest guy in the room. Happiness means having people who love you and care about you. I bet you've never even had that.
Trent: My son the philosopher.
Max: You see that man over there? Huh? You see him? He worked his tail off. Sure, he struggled, but he was happy, and he always had a smile on his face.
Trent: So, you were better off with Shawn Brady. We've established that. What is your point?
Max: I want you to do something for me. I want you to pretend for one minute that I was not the biggest mistake of your life. You do that, and we'll call it even.
Trent: Now you're negotiating. You really are a piece of work.
Max: What is it gonna take with you? I thought you came here to make amends.
Trent: [Scoffs] What's the point, huh? You're nothing but a pompous kid with an attitude.
Max: Well, I guess I'm more like you than I'd like to be.
Trent: I never should have come here, thinking I could be reasonable with you. Big mistake -- but certainly not my biggest.
Max: I'm sure your colleagues would just love to hear about some kind of dirt on their esteemed Dean Robbins.
Trent: So now you're threatening blackmail?
Trent: [Scoffs] You really think that my colleagues at the university would listen to anything you have to say?
Max: One word from me and your rep as a great man is history.
Trent: I am a respected member of this community.
Max: Mm, so am I.
Trent: Shawn was. Did you inherit it?
Sami: I will never forgive you for this.
E.J.: Well, that's quite a double standard. Don't you think? I mean, as somebody who's certainly done more than her fair share of nasty things, you might do well to remember the number of people who have forgiven you. Samantha, you pretty much wrote the book on deception. To be honest, I find your behavior ludicrous.
Sami: Really? 'Cause I think I've forgiven you for plenty. But I've learned a lot of lessons in my life -- tough lessons. I've been lucky enough to have Lucas teach me that the most important thing in a relationship is to be open and honest with the person that you love. [Scoffs] I don't know why I'm bothering to explain myself to you, because this isn't even about me. This is about you. This is about the fact that no matter what you say, you are still the same evil, manipulative jerk you have always been.
E.J.: Samantha, if the tables had been turned, you would have done the exact same thing.
Sami: I'm going to bed.
E.J.: No. All right, fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry.
Sami: I don't believe you.
E.J.: Well, I don't know what else you want me to say.
Sami: I'm sorry, E.J. But there is nothing you can say that will ever make me trust you again.
E.J.: Well, I guess now you know how Lucas feels.
Sami: Excuse me?
E.J.: He walked in on us making love. So, if we're having a couple of trust issues over a little white lie, imagine how he feels, hmm? Don't. Don't. Don't. I'm -- look -- don't.
[Knock on door]
Chelsea: That's probably Morgan. Hey.
Morgan: Hey. I'm sorry to barge in like this.
Chelsea: Oh, we're open 24 hours, right, Steph?
Stephanie: Yeah. You know what? Chelsea will take good care of you. Tell her to give you some pre-party munchies. I'll see you guys later, okay?
Chelsea: Bye. So, what's up? You sounded upset on the phone.
Morgan: Yeah, I just came from the police station.
Chelsea: Did they find your dad?
Morgan: Things aren't looking so good, Chelsea. I just -- I just didn't really want to be alone.
Max: Shawn loved me like a son, which is more than you ever did, you abusive son of a bitch.
Trent: I never laid a finger on you or your mother.
Max: The hell you didn't!
Trent: You were a child. And if you go spreading any lies about me --
Max: Then what, huh?! What are you gonna do? At this point, there's nothing more that you can do that could hurt me!
Trent: Trust me, kid, you don't want to mess with me.
Max: And you don't want to mess with me, because I could trash your name faster than you can say the words "deadbeat dad." And I'm not gonna do that because of him. He told me that I should take the higher road, so I guess you lucked out this time.
Trent: I didn't realize you were capable of being so level-headed.
Max: Now it's your turn. Tell me who she is.
Ava: Hey. What do you remember?
John: Stefano. I was right here in this chair. If that is the disk, everything is on it. All I have to do is push "play."
Ava: Whoa, whoa, whoa. And then what, huh? And then you become this old John, a John that you're not sure that you even want to become? You keep saying "if that is the disk." What if it's not? What if the thing fries your brain? You know, we got to get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.
John: I have to do this.
Ava: No, what you have to do is destroy the disk because no good is going to come of it, and I think you know that. Hey, John. Hey, come here. You need to take that disk, and you need to break it into a million little pieces... because then, only then, are you gonna be free.
E.J.: Don't do this. You can do a lot, all right, and I'm sorry for some of the things I just said, but please don't do this. This is not honest. I know there's a part of you that wishes that we were still married.
Sami: It's over, E.J. You're dreaming.
E.J.: Samantha, just a moment ago, you told me how much you changed. You told me how honest you were. And yet just two minutes later, you're standing in front of me, and you're lying to me. And you're lying to yourself.
Sami: No. No, I'm not.
E.J.: Yes, you are, okay? Look, see this? Forget about this, okay? This is not about a ring. I know there's a part of you that wishes you were still married to me. Would you just admit that? Come on, just say it.
Sami: I can't do that.
E.J.: Look, but you can't deny it, either, can you? Can you? No, see, I didn't think you could. I know. I know, Samantha, that there is a part of you that has feelings for me. I know it. I know it. Please, just for once, would you please just be honest with yourself just for a moment...
E.J.: ...And tell the truth?
Sami: Oh, God. You know I do. [Crying]
Max: Who is she?
Trent: We've been over this.
Max: I need to know who she is.
Trent: It doesn't concern you.
Max: It does if she's my sister. Is that who she is?
Trent: What did I say the first time you asked me that?
Max: I don't believe you.
Trent: I don't give a damn.
Max: You know what? We're not done here.
Trent: You're right. You're not. Mop the floor and earn that minimum wage. Stephanie. Hmm. What a shame. Pretty girl like you could do so much better.
Stephanie: Are you okay? What happened?
Max: I don't want to talk about it.
Stephanie: Hey, don't shut me out.
Max: It is not over between that man and me -- not by a long shot.
Bo: Well, this doesn't give us much.
Roman: Yeah, other than the guy had a weakness for designer clothes. Back to square one.
Bo: Hold on a second.
Roman: A letter?
Bo: Yeah. Addressed to Morgan.
Morgan: Thanks for letting me borrow these.
Chelsea: No problem.
Morgan: Are you sure that your dad and Hope are gonna be okay with me staying over?
Chelsea: Yeah, we're fine, as long as you don't touch Hope's tomato juice. She's on this, like, really weird organic health kick right now. So, what do you want to do? We could, um, watch acne infomercials on TV. I was watching a really good one just now. Or, um, we could play cards or checkers. Or you know what I think we just got? Those mad libs. I think they're over here.
Morgan: Honey, honey, honey, it's okay. Look, I think I'm just gonna go to bed.
Chelsea: Are you sure?
Morgan: Yeah. At least if I'm asleep, I'm not thinking about my father.
Chelsea: Hey, if anybody can find him, it is my father.
Morgan: That's what I'm afraid of.
Ava: Is it Marlena? Is that why you want to see what's on the disk?
John: That may be part of it.
Ava: Look, I-I know we haven't known each other very long, but I'm really, really liking the John that's standing in front of me. He's strong... and he's confident and a bit of a risk-taker and a bit of an oddball.
Ava: But I like him. Don't you?
John: He's all I've ever known.
Ava: He's all I've ever known, too. Look, you're happy, aren't you?
Ava: Okay, well, there you are. There's your answer. You need to leave the past where it belongs -- in the past. Besides, you know... if you go back now, we're never gonna get to know each other, and I was really looking forward to that.
John: So was I. [Sighs]
Ava: No looking back?
John: Not tonight.
Nicole: You're smiling like something good happened, so do tell.
E.J.: You're probably the last person I want to tell about it.
Chloe: I just did it to try to help you, Philip.
Philip: Unfortunately, what you did only made things worse.
Chelsea: There could be a perfectly logical explanation for that.
Morgan: He's never coming back.
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