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Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 8/15/08 - Canada; Monday 8/18/08 - U.S.A.

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Nicole: Rolf! Rolf, where are you? Rolf! Oh, God. You're the only one who can get Stefano to release E.J. and Sami from the hospital. Rolf! [Sighs] What's the use? Sami and E.J. are already making love, and there's nothing I can do to stop them. [Liquid pours] I just -- I don't understand what he sees in her. I don't understand how he could choose to be with somebody he has to convince to love him. And I don't understand why I think it's possible for me to ever be with someone like him. [Explosion]

Lucas: [Thinking] Backfire. I should have known. Friday night, and the office was dead. What was I still doing here, anyway? Maybe I should scram while it's still early, take in a few of the local hot spots, maybe even take the little woman. [Sighs] But what do I want with hot spots when it's hotter than hell already? I just hope the wife found a way to beat the heat.

Sami: [Moaning pleasurably] [Breathy voice] Oh, geez. Oh, geez. That was something. [Sighs] Every girl should get herself a limey. [Sighs]

E.J.: I got to be good at something, I guess.

Sami: Are all the Brits that good?

E.J.: With a little bit of help. [Groans] You got to have the tools to get the job done.

Sami: Well, geez, Junior. You're hot stuff.

E.J.: Do me a favor. Don't call me Junior, all right? My wife calls me Junior.

Sami: Okay, E.J. [Smooches] Oh, me, too. Please. This heat's really something, isn't it?

E.J.: Yeah? You turned the temperature up a few degrees yourself there, young lady.

Sami: [Giggles]

E.J.: [Laughs]

Sami: Mmm. It's like Florida in here, isn't it? [Sighs]

E.J.: I don't know. It feels more like Singapore to me.

Sami: Wow. You've been all over. Lucas took me to Hialeah once, but we had to sleep in the car.

E.J.: Singapore's not that bad... except in the monsoon season. You've got to stay in bed for days during the monsoon season. I learned a lot in Singapore.

Sami: [Giggles] You do things to me, E.J., things my husband would never even think of.

E.J.: Shh. Shh. Shh. Remember, we don't talk about your husband.

Sami: Or your wife. [Door opens] [Gasps]

E.J.: Shh.

Sami: No! No! My husband can't find me here. Lucas carries a gun!

E.J.: In the closet.

Sami: Okay! Okay! My clothes! My clothes!

E.J.: Shh! One sec.

Sami: My purse! My purse! [Gasping]

E.J.: Shh! Don't make a sound.

Philip: Miss. You've been drinking that same cup of Joe since lunch time. Are you all right?

Chloe: So my life is a mess. Just leave me alone, mister.

Philip: Maybe I can help.

Sami: Don't let your wife find me in here!

E.J.: Shh. Just stay here. Don't make a peep. [Clears throat] Hello, darling.

Nicole: Hello, Junior.

E.J.: I thought we agreed you weren't gonna call me Junior.

Nicole: I think it's cute. I don't know why I bother buying you suits. Nothing beats beefcake on the hoof.

E.J.: Still vulgar, darling.

Nicole: [Chuckles] If you wanted to marry a duchess, you should have stayed in England.

E.J.: You're certainly home early.

Nicole: I took a drive along the river to cool down, but it was no use. I couldn't catch a cool breeze anywhere.

E.J.: You look pretty cool to me.

Nicole: What have you been up to since I left?

E.J.: Oh, I just tried to take a nap, but it's so damn hot, I just ended up tossing and turning.

Nicole: Yeah, I know how you can mess up a bed. You sure that's all you been doing?

Lucas: [Thinking] I'm trying to keep off the hooch when I'm on the job, but lately there's been no job. Lucky for me, bologna is still a dime a pound. But if things don't pick up, we'll be living on bread and butter...without the butter. I even had to let my secretary go. What a shame. Poor kid. She's a sweet little gal, a real girl-next-door type. I hope she lands on her feet.

Philip: I meant what I said. I can help you out.

Chloe: What kind of help are you talking about, mister?

Philip: Oh, I'm a creative guy. There are lots of ways I can help you, sugar.

Chloe: I'm not that kind of girl.

Philip: You're already spoken for?

Chloe: What do I owe you for the coffee?

Philip: It's on the house.

Chloe: No, I insist on paying. Okay, wait. I know I had a nickel in here somewhere. I can't be flat broke.

Philip: It's okay, sugar. Being broke's no crime. I've been there. But it just so happens I have a couple of jobs open.

Chloe: You're the boss around here?

Philip: Until my partners throw me out or decide I'm ready for the big dirt nap. Can you cook?

Chloe: No. But I can sing.

Philip: Oh, yeah. I bet you really wow them down at the church choir.

Chloe: Don't laugh. They give me solos all the time.

Philip: Look around, toots. We get a flash crowd in here. I don't need anybody putting them to sleep singing hymns.

Chloe: Please, mister. Just give me a chance. Let me show you what I can do.

Nicole: You're not trying to pull the wool over my eyes, are you, Junior?

E.J.: I don't know what you're talking about, darling.

Nicole: You're not stepping out on me, are you?

E.J.: No, I've been here alone all afternoon.

Nicole: Good. I don't mind paying for my toys, but once I own them, I don't like to share.

E.J.: It's always the money with you, isn't it, sweetheart?

Nicole: The money is what attracted you to me, isn't it?

E.J.: You know that's not true. I fell in love with your eyes. I fell in love with your lips.

Nicole: And Daddy's bank account. Don't worry, lover. I know the score, and I don't mind. As long as you love me and only me, and you do, don't you, Junior?

E.J.: Of course I do.

Nicole: You're my weak spot. Every time I see you, you give me goose bumps all over.

E.J.: You're the most important woman in the world to me, and you always will be.

Nicole: Good... 'cause if I ever found out you were two-timing me, I'd -- let's just say you'd be sorry.

E.J.: Darling... I'm always gonna be faithful to you. That's what marriage is all about.

Nicole: That's what the preacher said.

E.J.: This heat is something, isn't it?

Nicole: Mm, it's something.

E.J.: How about a nice, cool highball?

Nicole: Looks like you started without me.

E.J.: It's never a party until you arrive. And then after the highball, maybe -- maybe something else?

Nicole: Here I spent two hours trying to cool down.

E.J.: Oh, no ice.

Nicole: Hmm. Well, I'll get some more from the icebox. And then I'm gonna clean up this room.

E.J.: Oh, you don't have to do that, sweetheart.

Nicole: I don't mind. Nothing I hate more than getting into an unmade bed. And while I'm at it, take a shower, big boy. You're all sweaty.

E.J.: Hey.

Sami: [Breathing heavily] Which way?

E.J.: Just go outside and make sure nobody sees you.

Sami: I heard! You don't care about me. You just want to take care of your meal ticket.

E.J.: Shh! Sweetheart, I love you. Now go. Bye. Bye.

E.J.: [Sighs]

E.J.: Hey, sweetheart! If you want to cool down, why don't you join me in the shower?

Nicole: No dice, Junior. I just got my hair done.

E.J.: Come on. I'm just gonna mess it up later.

Nicole: That might be worth it.

E.J.: I'll be out in a jiffy.

Nicole: Don't rush. I haven't even made the bed yet.

Lucas: [Thinking] Things are tough all over, but they could be worse. At least I got the love of a good woman.

Sami: There's my man. Oh, no. It's, um -- it's too hot.

Lucas: [Aloud] Is that any way to say hello?

Sami: Sorry, honey bunny. It's just too damn hot. How's, uh -- how's business?

Lucas: It's D.O.A. The phone hasn't rung. No one's come through that door all day. Oh, wait a minute, except for an old man who thought I was the dentist next door.

Sami: You, um -- you have mail.

Lucas: Yeah, they're all bills. They're all overdue. The postman doesn't even ring anymore. He just slips them through the slot.

Sami: Well, stop worrying, Lucas. You've had dry spells before.

Lucas: This is Mojave Desert dry, baby.

Sami: We've lived on bologna and eggs before.

Lucas: It's different this time, Sami. We're broke.

Sami: How broke?!

Lucas: Dead broke. Three months behind on the apartment and six months behind on the office.

Sami: No, Lucas. You can't make me just run out in the middle of the night again. My Pop made my Ma do that too many times. It near broke her heart with shame.

Lucas: Well, we got to do something.

Sami: Like what?

Lucas: I'm gonna need the engagement ring.

Sami: Lucas, you still haven't gotten it out of hock, remember?

Lucas: Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

Sami: I mean, you could take my wedding band, but I don't think it's worth much.

Lucas: Don't you say that. Don't you ever say that. Mine means everything to me. Nothing is more important in this world, except for you. Don't worry about it, all right? Things will shape up. We'll think of something. But in the meantime...

Sami: You want my earrings, don't you?

Lucas: Just for a while.

Sami: Lucas, I've lost one!

Lucas: You what? Sami, no.

Sami: I don't know where it could be.

Lucas: Well, start looking, all right? Maybe you just dropped it on the floor or something. We really need to find that earring, Sami.

Sami: I don't see it.

Lucas: Just think, then, all right? I mean, when did you remember having both of them together, and where have you been since?

Sami: I've been all over today, baby.

Sami: [Moaning pleasurably]

Sami: It could be anywhere. Oh, Lucas. What are we gonna do?

Lucas: Don't worry about it, doll. Don't worry about it. Something will turn up.

Chloe: I've got it bad and that ain't good yes, I got it bad and that ain't go-o-o-od you really liked it?

Philip: How would you like a full-time job singing here?

Chloe: You mean it? Ah, gee.

Philip: Now, it's no bed of roses. Your friends down at the church won't be caught dead down here.

Chloe: It's honest work. Thanks, Mr. Kiriakis. I'll sing for my supper, but that's all.

Philip: You're awfully suspicious.

Chloe: I've got reason to be. I hear stories. The girls at the "Y" say all men are beasts.

Philip: Frankly, doll, you've got a way to go before the wolves start chasing after you.

Chloe: What's that supposed to mean?

Philip: It means pinup girls don't get their clothes at the Salvation Army.

Chloe: There's nothing wrong with the way I look.

Philip: That may be true if this were church. But if you're gonna sing for me...

Chloe: I can't see.

Philip: We can see you. That's all that matters. A little makeup, snazzy dress -- you'll clean up just fine, maybe better than fine.

Nicole: Mr. Horton.

Lucas: Oh, sorry. I-I didn't hear you come in. Please, um, have a seat.

Nicole: Thank you. I'm Nicole.

Lucas: Yes, yes, I know. Everyone in Salem knows who you are. Please, sit. Miss Walker.

Nicole: I know who you are, too.

Lucas: Well, it's not bad. The other side's better.

Nicole: Is it true?

Lucas: Yeah, it's true. A couple of months ago, I helped put Big Louis in the pen for life. And now, somehow, the underworld's taken me off their Christmas list. Guess that's what I get for trying to help the forces of law and order.

Nicole: I don't understand.

Lucas: I guess Louis is just as big a man inside as he was out, put the freeze on old Lucas Horton. That means if anybody comes through that door wanting a little business, there's a chance a goon's gonna show up at yours to not-so-politely ask you to take your business elsewhere.

Nicole: Well, I'm interested in hiring you, and no one says "boo" to me.

Lucas: Guess that's what I get for trying to be a good guy.

Nicole: I don't scare easy. I don't care if you're a good guy or not. I don't even need to like you.

Lucas: Well, that's too bad. I like you just fine.

Nicole: What I need... is a good P.I.

Lucas: Well, then, we're a match made in heaven. What I need is a good client. $35 a day, plus expenses.

Nicole: I'd say you could use all the work you can get. $25.

Lucas: You walk through that door, and you try to chisel me. All right. Let's make it $40, and I want the whole thing in advance.

Nicole: I like your spunk, Mr. Horton.

Lucas: What's the job, Miss Walker?

Nicole: It's DiMera, actually -- Mrs. DiMera. But no one ever seems to remember that. Maybe that's part of the problem. I want you to find someone for me.

Lucas: Who?

Nicole: The cheap tart who's been sleeping with my husband.

Lucas: You got a name?

Nicole: Well, if I knew that, Mr. Horton, I wouldn't need you.

Lucas: You have any clues that will help me find her?

Nicole: Just one. This. An earring.

[Piano plays intro to "I got it bad (and that ain't good)"]

Chloe: Never treats me sweet and gentle the way he should I've got it bad and that ain't good my poor heart is so sentimental not made of wood I've got it so bad and that ain't good

E.J.: Give me a bottle of champagne, will you? When I'm done with that, I'll take the songbird on the rocks.

Philip: If you're lonely, call your wife. Have her join you.

E.J.: Who is she?

Philip: She's taken.

E.J.: By who, you?

Philip: Yeah. She just doesn't know it yet.

E.J.: In my book, that makes her fair game. What are you gonna do if another man gets his hands on her?

Philip: That would not be smart... or good for his health. [Exhales sharply]

Chloe: He don't love me like I love him nobody could I've got it bad and that ain't good yes, I've got it bad and that ain't go-o-o-od [Applause]

Nicole: What's the matter, Shamus?

Lucas: Where did you get that earring?

Nicole: In my bedroom, after I was fool enough to leave my husband alone for an afternoon.

Lucas: It's your lucky day, lady. Case closed.

Nicole: That was fast work.

Lucas: Yeah, well... the hardest money I ever earned.

Nicole: Seems like I should get a discount.

Lucas: Not this time. Your little case just broke my heart.

Nicole: Why is that?

Lucas: You know that cheap tart you were talking about that slept with your husband? It's my wife. That's her earring.

Nicole: You're sure?

Lucas: Don't you think I'd recognize the most expensive thing I ever bought her? Of course I'm sure.

Nicole: Small world, huh?

Lucas: Yeah, too small.

Nicole: So, what are you gonna do about it?

Lucas: Don't you worry. I'll think of something.

Chloe: Mr. Horton?

Lucas: Miss Lane, is that you?

Chloe: Yeah. Not bad, huh? I got a little glammed up.

Lucas: Boy, I'll say you did. What happened to my quiet little secretary, the one with the glasses who could barely make a decent cup of Joe?

Chloe: That's the hard part -- the glasses. I'm blind as a bat.

Lucas: Miss Lane, if you're here for money, I can't pay you.

Chloe: Oh, no, no, no. That's okay. I got a new job.

Lucas: A paying one?

Chloe: Mm-hmm.

Lucas: Well, that's great. What are you doing?

Chloe: Oh, who cares? I'm making pretty good money, and I know you're hard up for cash, so...

Lucas: That's a lot of Simoleons.

Chloe: They're mostly singles. Go ahead. Take it.

Lucas: The day I take a handout from a dame is the day they have to bury me six feet under.

Chloe: Don't be like that. You've always been so good to me. I just want to give something back.

Lucas: Well, if you want to make me happy, just be a good girl and keep your nose clean. That's a lot of money. You're not doing something you're gonna regret later, are you?

Chloe: Like what? Oh, no, no! How could you even think that? My heart belongs to one man and one man only. It always has.

Lucas: Oh, yeah? Who's that?

Chloe: Some P.I.

Sami: Thanks a million, E.J. It's so soft. I wish my husband could buy me nice things like this.

E.J.: Your husband doesn't know how to treat you like a lady.

Sami: He tries, but I know you always will, won't you?

E.J.: Always.

Sami: [Giggles]

Philip: Would you like a table...or a bed?

Sami: [Giggles] I heard that. He's funny.

E.J.: Hysterical.

Sami: But first, where does a little girl go who needs to powder her nose? [Giggles]

E.J.: [Chuckles]

Philip: Your wife ever finds out about her, you can say bye-bye to all that money.

E.J.: You let me worry about my wife, okay?

Philip: Watch out, Junior, or your two-timing will be the death of you.

Chloe: What's wrong? Didn't I do it right?

Lucas: The way I'm feeling now is illegal.

Chloe: That's a compliment, right?

Lucas: Where have you been all these years, Chloe Lane? You're a real peach, you know it? Your eyes -- they sparkle. They light up your face.

Chloe: That must be my astigmatism.

Lucas: I would pay to be with you, but it's illegal in every state except for Nevada. And I'm a married man. It doesn't mean a hill of beans to most guys, but it does to me. I could never cheat on my marriage.

Chloe: Sami can. I mean...

Lucas: Yeah, I know. I know. Even if I'm the last to know, I know what you mean.

Chloe: She could never love you the way that I love you, Lucas.

Lucas: Yeah, I guess that's something I'm just gonna have to get through myself.

Nicole: How cozy.

Lucas: Miss Walker.

Nicole: It's Mrs. DiMera.

Lucas: Uh, this is my old --

Nicole: No offense, honey. I don't care who you are. He's the private dick. I'm the client. You're just in the way.

Chloe: Excuse me?

Nicole: When you're free, I'm ready to go on the stakeout with you.

Lucas: That's a bad suggestion.

Nicole: I wasn't asking. I want to catch my husband in the act.

Lucas: You don't want to see that. I'll get you pictures. That's what the courts want anyway.

Nicole: I'm coming, like it or not. Let's go, hot stuff.

Chloe: Mr. Horton, who is that woman?

Lucas: She's just a client.

Nicole: Don't worry, kid. I'm not the competition. It's business.

Chloe: I've got to get back to work anyway.

Lucas: Where's work?

Chloe: That's my business. Oh, and, Mr. Horton, if you change your mind, just let me know.

Lucas: Well, I won't, but, uh... how do I get ahold of you?

Chloe: Just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you?

Lucas: No, I never learned.

Nicole: Just put your lips together and...blow. You got burned by one dame. You're already soft on another?

Lucas: Let's just keep it business, huh?

Nicole: Fine by me.

Lucas: Come on, let's go.

Sami: [Giggling]

Lucas: Do you need any more proof, Mrs. DiMera? My wife and your husband.

Nicole: If he had me, why would he pick up a cheap tramp like her?

Lucas: That's my wife you're talking about. I left the camera in the car.

[Piano plays]

Chloe: Do do do do do do do do do da do do do do do do do do ahh do do do do da do da

Sami: Lucas.

Lucas: I know, Sami. The jig is up. I saw you.

Sami: I thought it might be something like that. You didn't come home last night.

Lucas: How long has this been going on, and how many guys have there been?

Sami: [Gasps] It just was E.J. I swear it was. He was the first.

Lucas: Do you swear he's gonna be the last?

Sami: I can't. I'm going away with him, Lucas. I'm sorry.

Lucas: You and me both, sweetheart.

Philip: Forget him, Chloe.

Chloe: That's easy to say.

Philip: Hey, I know one guy who'd do anything to make you happy if you'd only give him a chance.

Nicole: Where do you think you're going?

E.J.: I'm going out of town.

Nicole: For what?

E.J.: For business.

Nicole: You mean monkey business? You use the office Daddy gave you to drink gin and read the racing forms.

E.J.: I can work, thank you. Things are gonna be a little bit different when I get back.

Nicole: Oh?

E.J.: Yeah. For starters, I'm gonna be living at the Sunset Arms.

Nicole: Forget it. I'm not living in that dump.

E.J.: Good.

Nicole: This is just some stupid plan so you can move in with some other dame, isn't it?

E.J.: I told you. There is no other dame.

Nicole: That's a comfort.

E.J.: Well, it's one you are gonna have to live with, young lady, 'cause I'm leaving.

Nicole: No, you can't go.

E.J.: Watch me.

Nicole: Come on, baby. We can make it like it used to be, like old times, remember? I still got it, see, and I know you do.

E.J.: Goodbye.

Nicole: No one walks out on me -- no one! It's not over till I say it's over, Junior.

Sami: E.J.! E.J., where are you?

Nicole: Looking for someone?

Sami: You're not supposed to be here.

Nicole: This is my house.

Sami: Sorry. I-I didn't mean to barge in. I-I was expecting to meet someone here.

Nicole: I heard. My husband.

Sami: Look, lady...

Nicole: Does a tramp like you even know what a lady is? How dare you invade my home? But it's not the first time, is it? Anything look familiar in this room, like the bed?

Sami: I'm sorry. I made a mistake.

Nicole: Did you ever.

Sami: [Gagging] [Coughing and gasping] [Muffled screaming] [Muffled panting] [Panting stops]

Nicole: That's what you get, Goldilocks, for sleeping in Mama Bear's bed.

Nicole: Funny how I always end up the bad girl.

Nicole: I'm the right woman for you, better than that tramp you were meeting here and planning to run away with.

Chloe: Mr. Horton.

Nicole: Big gun.

Lucas: You should see the size of the hole it makes.

Nicole: You gonna plug me? Go ahead. Do it.

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