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Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 9/12/08 - Canada; Monday 9/15/08 - U.S.A.

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Philip: What are you doing?

Nicole: Philip, you scared me.

Philip: Why are you lurking out here, Nicole?

Nicole: I'm -- I'm not lurking.

Philip: Who are you spying on?

Nicole: I'm not spying. I'm avoiding and I was making sure the coast was clear before I went in to have a drink, and, lucky me, the person I'm avoiding isn't here.

Philip: Great, then I'll join you.

Nicole: Oh, no offense, dimples, but I'm not looking for anyone to hang out with.

Philip: Oh, what's wrong?

Nicole: Just my entire world is coming to an end.

Philip: That's okay. Mine's kind of wacky, too. We'll drown our sorrows together.

Philip: Morgan seems willing to give me another chance, but I think she has her doubts.

Nicole: Thanks. Well, um, you did threaten to kill her father.

Philip: I wouldn't have hurt him.

Nicole: Hey, look, I'm not judging. I always say I want to kill people. For instance, I want to kill Sami Brady.

Philip: Haven't you been saying that for the last 10 years?

Nicole: But if she would just do the decent thing and die, I wouldn't have to say it anymore.

Philip: Does this have something to do with E.J.? I know you're in to him. My Mom was telling me something about Sami and E.J. getting cozy during the lock down.

Nicole: Yeah, I saw the two of them on the security monitor getting freaky in the hospital stairwell.

Philip: That must have been rough.

Nicole: Oh, Sami should thank her lucky stars I couldn't find my way up there. If I had been able to get my hands on her... you know, actually, I had this whole fantasy mapped out in my head.

Philip: Ooh, that sounds hot.

Nicole: Not that kind of fantasy, you perv.

Philip: Damn. All right, tell me anyway.

Nicole: All right, well, it's pretty entertaining if I do say so myself.


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] Well, 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!

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


Philip: Miss. You've been drinking that same cup of joe since lunchtime. 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?

Philip: Hey, 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. 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: 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.

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: Yeah, well, 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.


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

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.

Nicole: What's with the face?

Philip: Even in your fantasy, Chloe falls for my brother.

Nicole: If it makes you feel better, Lucas turns Chloe down after the kiss because he's still married to Sami. And later, he's crushed when he spies his wife is out on the town with E.J.

Philip: Hmm. I do feel a little better. And I appreciate being included in your fantasy. It's flattering to know that you think of me.

Nicole: Am I ever in your fantasies?

Philip: No.

Nicole: Yeah, right.

Philip: [Chuckles] So, does Lucas finally confront Sami about her affair?

Nicole: Buy me another drink and I'll tell you.

Philip: Pete, another round.

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.

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.

Philip: Wow.

Nicole: What?

Philip: I didn't realize you had such a vivid imagination and that you had so much time on your hands.

Nicole: Well, I guess some people don't appreciate creativity.

Philip: Oh, come on now. Don't be offended. Go on, tell your story. What happens next?

Nicole: Okay, it's just getting good. In fact, we're coming up to my favorite part.

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've 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.

Lucas: The door was open, so I just came on up.

Nicole: Do you like the bedroom?

Lucas: What's this about? You thinking of coming on to me, playing some kind of tit for tat?

Nicole: No. I mean, uh, I would, but I don't think you'd go for it.

Lucas: Well, where's the fire? When you called, you sounded all hot and bothered. And what did you mean when you said you took care of her?

Nicole: Drink?

Lucas: No.

Nicole: You're gonna want one.

Lucas: What did you do?

Nicole: You're not gonna be happy with me, Lucas.

Lucas: What's this about? Is this about my wife, huh? Where is she?

Nicole: I'm really sorry.

Lucas: Oh, no. Sami. I'm not taking the rap for this.

Nicole: Of course not. Why would anyone think you killed her? Surely not because she's your wife and she was found murdered in my apartment after I showed you the evidence that she was cheating on you with my husband. I'm sure your friends at the police department will understand that you had nothing to do with it.

Lucas: You'd be just as much a suspect as I would.

Nicole: If I was gonna kill her, why would I come to you? And have you forgotten who I am and who my Daddy is? You could get the electric chair or worse -- life. I'm sure Big Louis and his friends in the prison wouldn't mind getting their hands on you.

Lucas: You didn't have to kill her.

Nicole: I didn't plan it. She gave me lip, and I went a little crazy.

Lucas: So what do you want me to do?

Nicole: I want you to help me hide the body.

Lucas: No way, baby. There's no way I'm dumping my wife's body in an alley or the river.

Nicole: You're better off without her. You know that.

Lucas: She didn't deserve this, not to die like this.

Nicole: It's a little late now, isn't it?

Lucas: You shut your trap. Just shut it. It's time for you to pay for this.

Nicole: You think you're man enough to do it?

Philip: Does Lucas shoot her? I mean, does he shoot you?

Nicole: No, no, no, no. Lucas is too much of a gentleman to murder a woman in cold blood.

Philip: I was hoping for more violence.

Nicole: Hello, then I would be dead.

Philip: But you killed his wife. If you smothered my wife, I'd have no problem shooting you.

Nicole: I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, Lucas heads back to his office where he finds Chloe looking like she's about to jump to her death.

Lucas: Miss Lane, what the -- what the heck do you think you're doing?! Come in here. Whatever it is, it's not that bad.

Chloe: Oh. No, you didn't think --

Lucas: What was I supposed to think? You were leaning out the window.

Chloe: To get to the fire escape for some air. It's got to be 110 degrees in here.

Lucas: You sure you weren't gonna jump?

Chloe: I could never do that, as much as I may want to.

Lucas: Why would you say something like that?

Chloe: I have my reasons.

Lucas: You want to share?

Chloe: Last thing you need to hear is my problems.

Lucas: I'll listen to anything right now that'll help me with my own.

Chloe: It's rude to drink alone.

Lucas: I didn't know you drink.

Chloe: You never asked.

Lucas: So, what's got you in a twist?

Chloe: I quit my job.

Lucas: Philly K. tried to put the moves on you, huh?

Chloe: No, even though I know he wanted to. He was nothing but a swell gent the whole time I worked for him.

Lucas: Really?

Chloe: Yeah. I had a great job, money, a guy who was talking to me about headlining at another club, and a good guy who was really interested in me.

Lucas: Why'd you give it up?

Chloe: Because I had everything but you. I mean it. You've always been the man for me.

Lucas: You know, you may not be expecting to hear this from me...but that's just music to my ears.

Chloe: But what about your wife?

Nicole: I killed her. I killed your mistress. She was pretty feisty, took a long time to die.

E.J.: [Laughs] Not this time, sweetheart. I don't believe you.

Nicole: I couldn't stand that she'd stolen you away from me. I killed her, and I'd do it again if I had to.

E.J.: You're crazy! You know that? You're crazy!

Nicole: I'm crazy for you, lover. I have to have you back.

E.J.: Samantha's dead, huh?

Nicole: So she doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is that the two of us are together.

E.J.: If what you're saying's true, that's never gonna happen.

Nicole: Then I guess there's nothing left to do. If I can't be with you, I'm gonna kill you, and then I'm gonna kill myself. So, what's it gonna be? You and me back in bed... or dead?

E.J.: Come on, baby. You even have to ask? You know I've always loved you. I just don't like being taken for granted, see?

Nicole: Is that what I was doing, baby?

E.J.: Why else you think I end up with a cheap toss like Samantha?

Nicole: I knew you couldn't really love her.

E.J.: Of course I didn't. I still can't believe you killed her with that.

Nicole: No, I-I didn't have this then.

E.J.: Tell you what. Why don't you give it to me nice and easy? There we go. See?

Nicole: Did you really mean all those things you just said?

E.J.: Of course I did. Cross my heard and -- of course I did. I can't believe you killed for me.

Nicole: I did. I couldn't help myself.

E.J.: No one's ever loved me that much.

Nicole: I love you that much and more. What if I get caught?

E.J.: Wait a second. What did you do with Samantha's body?

Nicole: It's in a trash bin in the alley behind our building. I was thinking of dumping her in the river, but I was afraid of being seen. And I couldn't call a cab to take us there, and --

E.J.: Of course you couldn't.

Nicole: Was I stupid?

E.J.: No, baby. You weren't stupid. A little impulsive, maybe, but not stupid.

Nicole: I love you, baby.

E.J.: I love you, too.

Nicole: Really? Then we can be together, exactly like we were before?

E.J.: Yeah, of course we can. But you got to get out of Salem.

Nicole: I don't understand.

E.J.: We got to get you out of Salem. They're gonna find the body.

Nicole: You want me to go on the lam?

E.J.: Sweetheart, it's the only way to keep you safe.

Nicole: I won't go.

E.J.: Dollface, it's that or the electric chair.

Nicole: I'll only go if you come with me.

E.J.: Of course I'll come with you, okay? We got to go. We got to pack.

Nicole: Wait.

E.J.: Dollface, we all want a drink, but we got to wait until we get home. Come on.

Nicole: I'm coming. [Door closes]

[Knock on door]

Nicole: Don't answer it. If they don't know we're here, they'll just go away.

E.J.: It's probably just the cabby. I'll tell him to come back later.

Nicole: Okay. I guess we'll just have to wait till wherever we're going.

E.J.: Hey, if you can -- hey!

Roman: You going somewhere, Mrs. D?

Nicole: Yeah, my -- my husband and I, we're going on a little vacation.

Abe: Well, you're going away, all right, but it's not gonna be on a vacation.

Nicole: What do you mean?

Roman: We're here to arrest you for the murder of Samantha Horton. I know these aren't the kind of bracelets you're used to, sweetheart.

Nicole: My Daddy won't let you get away with this.

Abe: Your daddy won't want the scandal. And we got plenty on him, too, if we want to use it.

Nicole: Help me, E.J. You got to get me out of this jam. You gonna wait for me, baby?

E.J.: Sorry, Dollface. I'm not that guy.

Roman: Not much to wait for, anyway.

Nicole: What do you mean?

Roman: Oh, you are going to the electric chair, honey.

Nicole: No. No, wait. Wait, I want to live!

Nicole: [Sighs] The end.

Philip: What the hell? That's it? How did the police find out you shot Sami?

Nicole: Lucas called them.

Philip: Wow, considering it was your fantasy, things didn't exactly work out well for you, did they?

Nicole: I know, right? What does that say about me?

Philip: I'm not sure. But I think I've spent enough time inside your warped little mind.

Nicole: Nice.

Philip: I got to get going. But I hope things turn out better for you in real life.

Nicole: I appreciate that. And, uh, thanks for listening.

Philip: For a foxy dame like you, anytime.

Nicole: [Chuckles] Bye. Maybe E.J. will come to his senses and I'll get my happy ending after all.

E.J.: I could just about bloody strangle you.

Nicole: Or maybe not. Why are you so upset, E.J.?

E.J.: Don't play innocent with me, Nicole. I know what you did to Samantha.

Sami: Lucas has behaved completely irresponsibly. I have a good mind to go back out there --

Marlena: Stop it! You sound like a spoiled brat.

Nicole: Do you realize that Sami has blackmailed almost everyone we know?

Stefano: Antony has betrayed me. He will pay.

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