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Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 11/3/08 - Canada; Tuesday 11/4/08 - U.S.A.

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Stefano: Dear God. How could you let this happen?

E.J.: I did not let this happen.

Stefano: Well, you didn't do a hell of a lot to stop it.

E.J.: Are you not listening to me?! I did everything in my power to stop this.

Stefano: And yet a DiMera heir is gestating in a cell in the county jail.

E.J.: Because our friend the judge is a bloody turncoat, all right? Fitzpatrick -- she tells me she's gonna rule in my favor. Nicole -- she's gonna be out on bail. How am I supposed to know that she gets swayed by Bo Brady?

Stefano: Damn her... for betraying us. And that louse Bo Brady having the audacity to go after the mother of your child. It's intolerable. I will not let it happen.

E.J.: There's nothing we can do now.

Stefano: "Nothing we can do now"? Did I hear a DiMera put those defeatist words out right in front of me? Of course there's something we can do! And we will immediately!

Nicole: Hey, baby. You feeling okay? Yeah, me too, but no more craps. But that will be our little secret, okay? Shh! Guard! Guard! Help me! I'm in pain, terrible pain! I think it's the baby! Hello?! Guard!

Max: You should try a flirtini.

Philip: Chelsea, you need to chill. Let's go over here. Nick's a big boy. He can take care of himself.

Chelsea: Not when he's around Melanie. Thank you. You should have seen her Philip. I mean, at first she was cool. And we'll give her that. But then the minute she figured out that Nick could make her some sort of money, then she just started turning into this disgustingly huge flirt. She was like, "Nick, I think that we could be more than friends. What do you think?"

Philip: She didn't actually say that.

Chelsea: Yeah, she did, actually. Word for word. She's a liar and a phony and now, clearly, a gold digger.

Philip: Well, no offense, but isn't that what people used to say about you?

Melanie: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Shoot, where is it?

Melanie: Well, you know what? I don't really care what bus line, as long as I get out of this --

Nick: Y know what? No.

Melanie: Oh, my God.

Chelsea: What a way to kick me when I'm down.

Philip: I was only pointing out that --

Chelsea: That what? That Melanie and I, we're really not that different? That I was once a greedy little liar just like her? I don't have to listen to this.

Philip: Wait.

Chelsea: For what, Philip? For you to throw more insults my way?

Philip: Look, I'm sorry.

Chelsea: Are you? 'Cause it seems like you're just trying to be all cute and clever comparing the two of us. You know, it's almost like you're saying, "Chelsea, Melanie and you, it was almost like you're separated at birth."

Philip: I wasn't trying to be clever or compare you and Melanie, okay? I'm just trying to say that -- never mind.

Chelsea: No, Philip. What are you trying to say?

Philip: That maybe Nick's not the one who needs the intervention.

Chelsea: Oh, God. This just gets better and better.

Philip: Just let me finish. Look, you don't want Nick with anyone else, but you don't want anyone else to have him.

Chelsea: Okay, so let me get this straight -- I come here to tell you that Nick's in trouble and that he needs help, and instead it becomes about me and my neurotic, obsessive jealousy? Do I have that right?

Philip: You're not neurotic. You obviously still care about Nick. And since things didn't work out with you and Daniel --

Chelsea: Okay, you know what? Let me stop you there. Can we try to have a little bit of sensitivity at all? Is that possible?

Philip: I was just pointing out --

Chelsea: I don't care. I don't care what you meant or what you didn't mean. The subject of Daniel is off-limits. Understood?

Philip: Okay.

Chelsea: Good. [Sighs] God. I'm sorry.

Philip: What?

Chelsea: I'm just going on and on about Nick and Melanie and I'm taking it all out on you and I'm being completely insensitive.

Philip: Don't worry about it. We're both worried about my Mom.

Chelsea: Yeah. Maybe that's why I'm over-reacting to everything.

Philip: Hey, don't you think I get that?

Chelsea: I haven't even asked how you're doing.

Philip: I'm fine. I just can't stop thinking about my Mom.

Chelsea: How could you?

Philip: Yeah. Well [Clears throat] on the upside, I tossed all the petty stuff. Instant perspective, right?

Stephanie: Oh, yeah. Flirtini would be perfect for me, wouldn't it? Give me the courage to pick up some guys, maybe take them back to my room. Slutty me.

Max: What are you even talking about?

Stephanie: Just so you know, I'm not here to score. I'm meeting some of my fellow advertising interns. And why are you working here again anyway?

Max: Because I needed another job, so I asked Adrienne if I could come back and she said I could. Look, I gave you that drink because I thought you might like it, all right? I wasn't implying anything.

Stephanie: Just that I should flirt my ass off. If I'm so inclined, it won't bother you.

Max: God. You know what? Fine. Flirt with whoever you want in this bar. Go ahead, be my guest. If you want to get on the table and do a strip dance, that'd be great, too. It's none of my business, is it?

Stephanie: No, it's not. And maybe this is none of my business, but if you're such a super genius, why are you still whipping up flirtinis? Why don't you go back to school and do something useful with your life?

Max: You're right. This is none of your business.

Abe: Well, this place hasn't changed much.

Lexie: How long has it been?

Abe: It's been a few months. I do notice that everyone's gotten younger.

Lexie: Yeah, I noticed that, too. [Chuckles]

Abe: Well, it's good to have a night out before the election.

Lexie: Honey? This could be our last night as private citizens.

Abe: We'll see.

Lexie: I want you to win this election.

Abe: Lexie --

Lexie: No, let me finish. I know I've been ambivalent. And I'm working on that. I really am.

Abe: You know, it's been an adjustment for both of us.

Lexie: Well, I've been giving you mixed signals, and that's going to stop. I want you to be mayor, period. No vacillating, no reservations.

Abe: Your support means everything to me. You know that, don't you?

Lexie: Yeah.

Abe: I'm lucky to have you.

Lexie: No, I'm the lucky one. Salem needs a mayor like you for Theo's sake as well as everyone else's. I mean, when I think of all the damage our last mayor did...

Abe: Well, he's the reason so many things went wrong in town.

Lexie: Yeah. But you are going to turn that around. Things are looking up.

E.J.: What do you want to do? Shall we go and kidnap Judge Fitzpatrick? We can hold her hostage until she reverses her decision.

Stefano: You know, this is hardly time for cheap sarcasm.

E.J.: I was just wondering what you would do.

Stefano: Well, you stop wondering and listen. Now...Nicole cannot be freed until the real killer is caught. Yes?

E.J.: Sure.

Stefano: The police and the government in this town are a joke, but I am going to make sure that justice is done. From sarcasm to silence?

E.J.: I can't win with you, can I?

Stefano: All right. You are her attorney, Elvis. Hmm? Should I not assume that you believe that she is innocent?

E.J.: I don't know. I want to.

Stefano: So... s-she did kill this -- what's his name -- this Robbins fellow? Is -- is that what you are saying to me? Answer me, damn it!

E.J.: I don't know, all right?! I don't know! There's your answer!

Nicole: Guard! Help me, please! Guard! What took you so long? This is an emergency, for God sake.

Guard: What's the problem?

Nicole: Oh, I don't know. I don't know. I think it's my baby. I think I'm losing my baby. Please, please.

Max: There you go. See, I told you I could make a good drink. You still think I'm wasting my time?

Stephanie: Yeah.

Max: Even if I'm happy doing this?

Stephanie: You don't look happy. That's 'cause I'm here, right?

Max: I'm Shawn Brady's son, not Trent's. This is where I belong.

Stephanie: Is that what you're trying to prove?

Max: I don't need to prove a damn thing.

Stephanie: Sure you do. U need to prove that you love Shawn Brady and hate Trent Robbins. I get that. But if you decide to go to college, you're not gonna turn into Trent Robbins and you're not gonna love Shawn Brady any less.

Max: Wow, well, thanks for the two-bit analysis, Steph. I don't want your advice or need it.

Stephanie: Fine. Since you don't respect me anymore, ask Nick. He'll tell you the same exact thing.

Max: Well, Nick's very busy with your favorite person, I might add.

Stephanie: What?

Max: Yeah. He and my sister -- they're living together now.

Nick: Whoa. Uh, you -- you startled me. I didn't realize you were standing there.

Melanie: So I see.

Nick: I'm not used to having you around, guess.

Melanie: I'm not used to having people go through my purse. I mean, I have some really personal stuff in here.

Nick: No, I'm totally -- I'm sure that you do. I just -- I'm such a klutz. I accidentally knocked over your purse and then all this stuff fell out, and, um, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. No, really, though. I mean, I-I think I've just been distracted lately because of the fuel project and daydreaming about, uh, saving the earth.

Melanie: Well, that's pretty ambitious, trying to save the entire planet.

Nick: Yeah, well, you got to set goals, right? [Chuckles]

Melanie: So, what do you think the profit will be from all this? I mean, assuming it all works out?

Nick: Uh, let's see. Um, I guess between initial compensation and projected monthly income...

Melanie: What is that?

Nick: That's a ball park figure.

Melanie: [Laughs] Are you k-- are you kidding? I can't even count that high.

Nick: Well, some of it will go to the Horton Foundation. It's this charity that my great grandma set up.

Melanie: Well, that's very generous of you. I mean, you don't want to give it all away.

Nick: No, no, no, no. Of course not. And you'll have the final word, anyway. I mean, you know, your dad was a part of building this project, too, so like I said, it'll be our money, not just mine.

Chelsea: Do you know what's pathetic?

Philip: Mm, I'm sure you're gonna tell me.

Chelsea: I am. In thinking about everything that Kate's going through and then thinking about everything that you're going through, I just started thinking... no, who cares? Who cares if Nick and Melanie are together, or if he likes her or doesn't like her, or if she is just using him and she's gonna break his heart? Who cares, right?

Philip: Right. Who cares?

Chelsea: Yeah. I do. I care. I guess that's just my pettiness alive and kicking again.

Philip: How is it petty to care about someone? To worry about them? I don't care what you have going on in your life.

Chelsea: Yeah. No, I should be worried about Nick. You're right, especially because Melanie could be a cold-blooded killer.

Philip: Oh, you know that's not true. Besides, Nicole Walker's been charged with Trent's murder. Melanie's free and clear.

Chelsea: Nicole. Oh, right. Your lovely ex-stepmom.

Philip: Behind bars apparently.

Chelsea: Well, you don't think that she really did it, do you?

Nicole: Please, please, help me. Call a doctor.

Guard: At this hour?

Nicole: What do you mean "at this hour"? This is a medical emergency. An innocent life is at stake.

Guard: "Innocent"? Your kid?

Nicole: How dare you?

Guard: You're a convincing actress, though. I'll give you that. Wait a minute. I know who you are. You're misty circle. Love your movie. Got it on VHS. Picture's getting a little fuzzy, though, from watching it so much. Hey, is it out on DVD?

Nicole: You disgusting pig.

Guard: Oh, Misty, you're gonna have to be a whole lot nicer than that to get what you want out of me, honey.

Stefano: Nicole is a lovely and passionate woman, hmm? Perhaps her passion got the better of her.

E.J.: Look, we are talking about taking another person's life.

Stefano: I know you, Elvis, all right? You would not have Nicole move in here if you did not have feelings for her. Now, am I correct?

E.J.: Yes, you're correct.

Stefano: More to the point. Nicole is the biological mother of your child. This baby -- your heir, my heir -- is the end game. Nothing is more important. You are a DiMera, Elvis. You will do whatever it takes to protect your child.

Melanie: What would we do with it?

Nick: I don't know. I guess, uh, I'd like to have a house, you know, with maybe a yard and a pool and a hot tub.

Melanie: I mean, you could buy, like, a mega mansion with all that cash. Put one on every continent. Ooh, and a personal jet. And a Bentley...with a driver.

Nick: I like the sound of it. What about you? What would you do with it?

Melanie: Designer clothes and fabulous jewelry.

Nick: Yeah, figures. [Chuckles]

Melanie: I think I would like to travel the world. Although, I think I'll skip Marseille. It's just not calling back to me, you know?

Nick: Yeah, yeah. Fair enough. Fair enough.

Melanie: Thank you, Nick, for, uh -- for giving me something to dream about. We should get some sleep.

Nick: Yeah.

Melanie: I'll, uh -- I'll talk to you in the morning.

Nick: Good night.

Max: If you want to start a tab, I can get you a table.

Stephanie: That's okay. I'm gonna sit here and wait for friends.

Max: Look, I don't have time to play games, all right? I'm still working here.

Stephanie: Who's playing games?

Max: I wonder if you actually have something you want to say to me.

Stephanie: Like?

Max: I don't know. Maybe you want to admit that you were wrong.

Stephanie: You're kidding, right?

Max: Nope.

Stephanie: Wrong about Melanie?

Max: Yeah, that is who we're talking about.

Stephanie: Okay. Maybe she's not a murderer, but she's still a liar and a bitch.

Max: She is my sister.

Stephanie: Yeah, and you've known her for like two seconds, but she's still more important to you than I am?

Max: Yeah, that's rig. I chose her over you.

Stephanie: That pretty much sums it up.

Max: The hell it does. What sums it up is that you're the one who made the choice. You went behind my back and then you left, so don't make me look like the bad guy in all this.

Stephanie: You? Never. You're completely incapable of making a bad decision or deluding yourself or, God forbid, hurt anyone. Let's face it, Max. You're a saint. You can do no wrong.

Philip: Hey. Oh, you okay?

Nicole: You pervert. You sick creep.

Guard: Shh! No yelling, huh?

Nicole: How can you -- please. Please, this is a high-risk pregnancy. Please call a doctor.

Guard: Better relax, then. Go lie down on your nice, comfy cot.

Nicole: You listen to me, you disgusting man. If anything happens to Stefano DiMera's grandchild and he finds out it's your fault, you're the one who's gonna need a doctor! Scratch that -- you're gonna need an undertaker. Ow! Oh, please. Please, help me. It's my baby, please.

E.J.: Nicole comes with a lot of baggage as, um, several people have pointed out to me. She tried to kill her husband and her lover.

Stefano: Are you afraid of this woman?

E.J.: "Afraid"? No.

Stefano: Well, then, if it's not fear that is causing the conflict in you, then it must be...Samantha. Perhaps you feel that you are betraying her in some way.

Melanie: Six bedrooms, large patio, black-bottom pool. Nice! [Knock on door] Uh, yeah. Hol-- uh, just one second. Hi.

Nick: I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Melanie: No. [Chuckles] What's this?

Nick: Uh, tradition in the Horton family. Aunt Maggie did the same thing for me my first night in Salem.

Melanie: Sweet.

Nick: [Chuckles]

Melanie: Too sweet. You know, really, honestly, I don't need any warm milk to fall asleep. I'm pretty tired as it is.

Nick: Oh. Uh...okay. Well, um...I'll just -- I'll leave it here. Uh...good night. [Chuckles] [Clears throat]

Nicole: [Sighs] I told you, I don't have a fever. I'm not even hot.

Guard: Oh, you're hot all right. Temperature's normal.

Nicole: Look, I just said that. I don't have the flu. I've been having cramps. Have you never examined a pregnant woman before?

Guard: There's no bleeding, no fever. B.P. is normal.

Nicole: But the cramping.

Guard: Is also normal. There's nothing to worry about. I'm done here.

Nicole: No, no. No, wait, please. Please. Can't you --

Guard: Too bad, Misty. Now pipe down and go to sleep.

E.J.: You know, one headache is enough for today. Thank you.

Stefano: All right, Elvis, I'm just trying to --

E.J.: I know exactly -- I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to tell me that the reason I'm backing away from Nicole is because of Samantha. I don't want to hear that, okay? And, actually, I don't want to hear anything that you think about my love life or lack thereof because it always leads back to the same thing -- your obsession.

Stefano: My obsession?

E.J.: Yes, your obsession -- children. Bambini. Heirs. Your raison d'Ítre. You know, your fanatical obsession.

Stefano: So I am a fanatic because I care about my children and my grandchildren?

E.J.: Caring would be great. Caring would be fantastic. But you...fixate. And then you do insane and destructive things in the name of protecting your family.

Stefano: I see. So I am to blame for all of your problems.

E.J.: Don't you dare play the victim here.

Stefano: Listen to me, Elvis. I love you...just as you love Giovanni, hmm? And as you profess to love this unborn child of yours.

E.J.: "Profess"? I love my unborn child. Thank you.

Stefano: But not Nicole. Not the mother?

E.J.: Look... Nicole is very important to me. More than you know.

Melanie: [Chuckles] Nick, what's up?

Nick: Uh, I just, um...

Melanie: You're hovering. Why?

Nick: Because I -- I've been going back and forth trying to decide if I should say something or not.

Melanie: About what?

Nick: About this.

Stephanie: Sorry, Philip. Seems I'm always running into you these days.

Philip: Literally.

Stephanie: I was supposed to be meeting some friends, but looks like I've been stood up.

Philip: Oh, you can join Chelsea and I. We're just hanging out.

Stephanie: Don't want to interrupt.

Philip: Nothing to interrupt. Come on.

Stephanie: Are you sure?

Philip: Mm-hmm. Watch yourself.

Stephanie: Where is Chelsea?

Chelsea: Stephanie.

Stephanie: Hi.

Chelsea: I'm glad you're here. Maybe you can help.

Stephanie: Sure. Love to help. Live to help -- love it.

Chelsea: I was just trying to explain to Philip that Melanie is try--

Stephanie: No! Can I please go five minutes without hearing her name?

Chelsea: I'm just gonna...

Stephanie: Hey, go get me a drink, please? Anything but a flirtini. Put it on my tab.

Chelsea: Okay, I'll be right back.

Stephanie: Thank you.

Chelsea: Okay, your ex-girlfriend is wasted.

Max: Yeah, no kidding.

Chelsea: Okay, and she wanted another drink, so are you gonna do your job and cut her off, or are you gonna not care what happens to her?

Nicole: Oh. Damn it. I can't do this. Oh! Ew! Aah! Aah! Help! Help me! Help me, there's vermin in here! It's gross!

Guard: What now?

Nicole: Oh, there's cockroaches. This place is infested.

Guard: Clean it up, then. Here.

Nicole: What am I supposed to do with these?

Guard: Up to you.

Nicole: Well, what about -- what about roach motels or bug spray or something? Hey, what about a shower? Don't I get one of those?

Guard: You're not scheduled till next week.

Nicole: Oh, great. And I thought I was brought into this world under lousy circumstances. I want so much more for you, baby. And you'll have it. You'll have it, I promise. I promise you. [Sobbing]

Lexie: Honey, you've spent most of your life in public service. I'm sure running this city won't be that big of an adjustment.

Abe: Well, it's gonna be more work, of course. It's gonna be more satisfying. I get to initiate proposals, get things done. You know, and the best part?

Lexie: What?

Abe: I'm gonna have to answer to City Hall.

Lexie: That's right. Hey, here's to our future mayor, who just so happens toe the man I love. [Cellphone rings] Oh, that could be the sitter. Hello?

Stefano: Alexandra, how is the new First Lady of Salem?

Lexie: Hello, Father.

Nicole: University Hospital is the Ritz compared to this place. Well, if they need proof, then proof is what they will get. Here we go, baby. Oh, my God! Guard! Guard, something's wrong with my baby! Can't stand it! I'm in pain! Please!

Nick: I found this note in your stuff. Why wouldn't you tell me? I mean, you know you can trust me.

Melanie: Of course, yeah. I was just -- I was just freaked out.

Nick: Yeah, I understand. And I promise not to tell anyone.

Melanie: Thank you.

Nick: Have any idea who could have sent it?

Melanie: No. Everyone hates me. Everyone hated my Dad. Seems like they were all lining up to fight him that night.

Nick: I feel...really protective of you, Melanie. I mean, you've been so much in the short time that I've known you.

Melanie: Yeah, it's been a lot.

Nick: And I know that you don't remember what happened that night that your dad died after you struggled with him at the cemetery and blacked out, but...

Melanie: Um, how did you know that?

Nick: Max told me. Anyway, I just -- I want to help you.

Melanie: Well, you've already done so much already. Really, more than, like, anyone in the whole world. I-I think all I really need right now, though, is just some --

Nick: Privacy. I get it. [Chuckles] Don't worry about it. I won't, uh -- I won't bother you anymore. Good night, Melanie. Hey, um...if you have trouble sleeping, you know my room is just down the hall.

Guard: Visiting hours are over.

E.J.: Not for me, they are not. Now, where is she? Where is she?

Stephanie: Philip, sorry, sorry, sorry. I am so selfish and thoughtful. Thoughtless.

Philip: You, never.

Stephanie: No, but I meant to ask you about your mother. How is she doing?

Philip: She's hanging in. Thank you.

Stephanie: I will definitely add her to my prayers.

Philip: I appreciate it, Steph.

Stephanie: Where's Chelsea anyway? She's supposed to be getting me a drink. Ever hear of a flirtini?

Philip: Mnh-mnh.

Stephanie: Ugh. Whoa-whee!

Philip: Wow.

Stephanie: [Laughs]

Philip: You okay?

Stephanie: Whoo, yeah. You know, like a ride at the "accusement" park -- sorry, amusement park -- where you strap you in and you go upside down.

Philip: You know what? I'm gonna take you home.

Stephanie: Thanks. So nice, but I can take a cab.

Philip: I insist.

Stephanie: Philip Kiriakis, I am a grown woman, and I am capable of "caking tare" of myself.

Philip: [Laughs] I know you can "cake tare" of yourself, but I'd like to "cake tare" of you tonight. So let's go.

Stephanie: Sure, why not? Since you're...so influential, so nice. That'd be nice.

Philip: Let's go. Is this yours?

Stephanie: Yes. My purse -- need that. Thank you. Oh, excuse me. [Laughs]

Max: She looks like she's in good hands.

Chelsea: Yeah, well, at least somebody's watching out for her. Now I have to watch out for Nick.

Max: Why?

Chelsea: Are you kidding? Come on, Max. You let your little sister derail your life completely. Are you really gonna let her do it to your best friend, too, or are you gonna step up and do something about it?

Lexie: What do you want, Father?

Stefano: Actually, I was wondering if your husband has decided on the appointee for the new police commissioner. I realize, of course, that it's gonna be very difficult to fill Abraham's shoes, but --

Lexie: I have to go.

Stefano: Please, before you go, would you put Abraham on the telephone?

Lexie: No.

Stefano: All right, then tell him, Alexandra, that I don't want him to even think about appointing Roman Brady for the position, all right? Because he has been gunning for me ever since I've had this war with Marlena and myself.

Lexie: Goodbye, Father. I'm sorry. Where were we?

Abe: What did he want?

Lexie: He was just worried about the new police commissioner.

Abe: Well, he's gonna have to keep on worrying. Because he's gonna have zero influence over me -- no say in who I appoint to any position. Salem's gonna be a new town under mayor Abe Carver. To Salem.

Lexie: To us.

E.J.: So, where is she? Miss Walker?

Guard: The inmate had some pregnancy issues.

E.J.: What do you mean, "the inmate had some pregnancy issues"?

Guard: Don't know. I called a doctor twice.

E.J.: And where did they take her?

Guard: University Hospital, I think. Excuse me, no cellph--

E.J.: Keep your hands to yourself, all right? Yes. University Hospital, please. I'm looking for a patient of yours -- a Miss Nicole Walker. She's pregnant. What do you mean? No, just Nicole Walker. You're sure? Thank you. She's not at University Hospital, so where is she?

Guard: Distorted male voice: I saw you in the cemetery. I know what happened.

Nick: What's for dinner tonight, sweetheart?

Melanie: Well, it is your favorite -- fettuccine Alfredo and Caesar salad.

Nick: [Chuckles] I'm a lucky man. Who would have thought that we would end up this happy?

Melanie: And to think I almost left Salem.

Nick: Wouldn't have let you.

Melanie: And you didn't. Thank God. My heart just would have broken in half if I ever left you. Because I knew the moment that I saw you that we were supposed to be together.

Nick: Aren't you glad you stayed?

Melanie: Do you even have to ask that? You are my knight in shining armor. And I just love you so much. [Laughs]

Nick: [Chuckles]

Lexie: There's something you should know. It has to do with the mayor's murder and my father.

Tony: But you're certainly not above getting a little blood on your hands to swing an election.

Philip: I'm not putting my faith in anyone, not while my mother is fighting for her life. You will not abandon her again.

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