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Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 12/29/15
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Episode #12748 ~ Abigail & Jennifer rush Thomas to the hospital; Philip comforts Belle, who has received upsetting news from Shawn; Nicole takes charge to save the Basic Black fashion show; Ava is on a collision course with Steve & Kayla.
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Brady: You all right?
[Theresa clears throat]
Brady: Theresa? Uh-oh, uh-oh
Brady: What's going on?
Theresa: Brady, come on. Hey, look, I'm fine, all right? You didn't have to turn it off. I just-- what, the movie just got to me, okay? It's--it's sad.
Brady: It's sad? Anna Kendrick, she just got everything she's ever wanted.
Theresa: Yeah, including her dream job. And she's singing about it.
Brady: Uh, yeah, okay. Insensitive jerk award goes to Brady. Sorry, I thought this movie would be fun and it would cheer you up, and it didn't, so... what can I do for you? What do you want? You want some candy? You want to go to-- why don't we go to the theater and go see a movie? Different movie?
Theresa: Thank you, Brady, but look, there's nothing anybody can do, okay?
Brady: Rest up. It's okay.
Kate: Pierre, mon cherie! I so appreciate you putting together this marvelous collection so quickly.
Pierre: Oh, Pierre is just happy that you understand his vision. Très elegant, yes?
Kate: It certainly is a new direction for basic black. It's bold. And... bold.
Paul: Kate, can we have a minute?
Kate: Yes, of course. Would you excuse me?
Pierre: Oh, no problem, cherie.
Gabi: Kate, um, I look like a clown.
Kate: I think it's quite becoming, if not edgy. Very similar to things I've seen on the Paris runway.
Paul: Uh, but we really prefer Theresa's designs.
Kate: Well, that's too bad, because Theresa is out, and Pierre is in, and you two need to get over yourselves and do your job.
Nicole: Go change out of those ridiculous clothes immediately.
Philip: Arigato. Merci. All right, those numbers are on target. Let's take another look at page 17, huh? Uh, let's pick this up in ten. I got to run.
Victor: It's new year's eve, son.
Philip: Perfect time to get a jump on the competition.
Victor: It's also the perfect time for a workaholic to take a break.
Philip: Dad, I got to tell ya--
Victor: Tonight is the launch of basic black. There's a seat in the front row with your name on it.
Philip: Fashion shows are not my thing.
Victor: They're not mine, either, but if you need an excuse, it'd be a good idea for titan to have a rep there. And I'm sure there's not a gal in Salem who wouldn't love to be your plus one.
Chad: Hey, belle. It's me, Chad, and look, I know you think I'm trouble because I'm a DiMera, but, just like I told you, I'm through with them. They're out of my life, and so is Abigail Deveraux. She and I are history. So, I don't know, maybe you could just... give me a chance. 'Cause I think you're looking for something, and so am I, and it's something different than what we had before. And I think that we can-- well, I think that we maybe we can find it together. That's the second time I've called that woman, and she's not picking up. I've left her a plaintive message, but I can't force it. If she doesn't want to see me, there's nothing I can do.
Abigail: Hi, yeah, this is Abigail Deveraux, calling back about Thomas. Yeah, I've been doing just as Dr. Oakes suggested. I've been watching him, and I-- yeah, okay--yes, but can you just please make sure she calls me back? Thank you.
Jennifer: Honey, hi.
Abigail: Mom, hi.
Jennifer: I got here as quickly as I could after you texted me.
Abigail: Oh, my God, I'm so glad you're here.
Jennifer: Aw, hi, buddy.
Abigail: I don't know what's going on, mom.
Jennifer: What's wrong? Come here. Oh, sweet pea, it's okay.
Abigail: He doesn't want to eat, and he-- he hasn't even really been crying, and he's been sleeping most of the time. And his fever--he had a fever, and it's just gone up.
Jennifer: All right, what's his temperature?
Jennifer: Okay. Let's see.
Abigail: Mom, what? Just please tell me that I'm not--that everything's gonna be fine, and I'm just being, like, an overprotective new mom or something, right? It's not--
Jennifer: You're fine, your fine, he just looks a little flushed. When was the last time he ate?
Abigail: Um, I think, like-- yeah, like a couple of hours ago, but it was only for, like, ten seconds, mom. He just nursed and then he just wanted to go back to sleep, and he doesn't have an appetite at all.
Jennifer: You know what, just to be safe, we're gonna take him in, okay? Yeah?
Abigail: I'm really freaked out, mom.
Jennifer: No, don't be freaked out...it's okay.
Abigail: To the hospital, though? I mean, the nurse--the doctor said she's gonna call me back.
Jennifer: We don't need to wait for the doctor to call. He's gonna be fine. I'm gonna get your diaper bag.
Abigail: But you want to go--
Jennifer: He's fine, yes. We're gonna go right now. I'll get the diaper bag, you grab his blanket and wrap him up, and we're gonna go, okay?
Jennifer: Come on!
Abigail: Okay, Thomas, you're gonna be just fine. He's gonna be fine. We're gonna just get you checked out, okay? Okay. Mom?
Kayla: [Cheering on TV] [Sighs]
Kayla: Ah, let me guess. The football game.
Steve: Yeah. I recorded it. It was all I could do not to check my phone for the score all day, and I got through that, so... oh! Whoa! Baby!
Kayla: So this is your plan for new year's eve? To watch the football game?
Steve: Let me see. You come over here.
Kayla: [Giggles] Yes?
Steve: Sit down here.
Steve: And, she's sacked! At the ten yard line!
Steve: That defensive line could not hold the patch man.
Ciara: Hey, did you get that link I sent you? This thing is gonna be epic.
Claire: Oh, I know. I've never been to a fashion show before, so it'll be fun.
Ciara: Yeah, me neither, and it's also, like, this amazing launch party, and since it's new year's eve, I'm pretty sure that, like, the whole world's gonna be there.
Ciara: Hey, have you decided what you're gonna be wearing yet?
Claire: I have it narrowed down to two dresses. Here. This.
Ciara: Oh, that one. Definitely. You'll look totally hot in it. Hey...
Claire: Hello, Mother.
Ciara: Hi, belle.
Belle: Ciara, could I have a moment with my daughter, please?
Claire: Ciara and I have plans, I told you.
Ciara: No worries. It's totally fine. I'll text you later.
Claire: Mom, why are you looking at me like that?
Belle: Um... well, there's no easy way to say this, but... your father filed for divorce.
Chad: Look, I did what you suggested. I tried to convince her that I was through with the DiMeras. I called her twice. Still no response. She obviously just doesn't feel the spark with me. Just not interested.
Andre: Oh, Chad, I'm beginning to wonder whether you care about the DiMera family at all.
Chad: Of course I do. Why else would I be trying to help you?
Andre: Need I remind you, Chad, that there is nothing more important than la famiglia.
Chad: La famiglia.
Andre: Close your eyes.
Brady: Hey, hey. This is not over. You have a partner stake in basic black. You--you've worked your ass off for this launch. You deserve to be there tonight, Theresa.
Theresa: To bask in my failure?
Brady: No, to show them that you belong.
Theresa: What, Brady, did you forget about the part where I fell flat on my face?
Brady: Come on.
Theresa: And, you know what, even if I did want to go back, I can't, because Kate's already replaced me, so... [Laughs] God. You know, a week ago, I thought I had finally figured out what I was supposed to do with my life, and it's already been snatched away from me.
Brady: No. No, no, no, no. You can't give Kate that kind of power, okay? She's only there because of your talent.
Theresa: No. Look, I can't put the blame on anybody but myself, Brady. And, you know what, it's not as if you didn't warn me. You told me that I was rushing headlong into a world that I wasn't ready for, and... you were right.
Pierre: De rien.
Nicole: Kate, that is not gonna work. No way in hell.
Kate: Not you, too.
Nicole: Wh--all right, well, unless your objective is to tank all our months of hard work in one night, then yes, you're doing a bang-up job.
Kate: Okay, well, you know, I don't have time for this.
Nicole: Wait a minute. Look, this-- this could've been a wonderful night, a win for three amazing women who need a win really badly right now. I mean, this could've been a chance for--for all three of us to shine. But, instead, you let your bitterness wreck it all. So, unless you want to start acting like a normal human being instead of a-- an arrogant, narcissistic bitch on wheels, I am ready to pull the plug on this whole thing.
Daniel: Well, I am heading to the basic black launch party. You going?
Fynn: I am. I'll see you there.
Daniel: All right. Cheers, man.
Daniel: Oh, Abigail. Hey.
Abigail: Hi. It's Thomas. He has a fever, and he hasn't really eaten at all. He's been sleeping most of the day. My mom said that he should get checked out, too.
Jennifer: We just wanted to bring him here, just to be safe.
Daniel: Well, it's a good thing you came. Hey, little fella.
Abigail: It's okay.
Daniel: What's going on with you, huh?
Abigail: I don't know, I'm just--I'm worried, you know, 'cause he had such a rough beginning. It's okay, shh, shh, shh. It's okay.
Abigail: It's okay. Daniel, please help. You have to help me, please. Looking for 24/7 digestive support?
Kayla: You know, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
Steve: Well, what could be more fun? I mean, what do you want to do that's more fun than this?
Steve: Hm? Checkers? Checkers? What? Bowling?
Steve: No? Well, maybe--maybe we could fold some laundry.
Kayla: Oh, stop it. No, I wanted to go to the basic black launch.
Steve: Oh, no, no, no, baby. I can't do that, because I'll be around a bunch of people, and somebody is bound to blurt out who won the game that I DVR'd, I waited all day long to see.
Kayla: So you're telling me that this game is more important than us spending time together and me showing this little baby off?
Steve: I did good, didn't I?
Kayla: Mm-hm. [Giggles] It took everything out of me not to flaunt this at everybody at the hospital. But I used restraint because I want it to be the right time to tell people, and I thought that this party would be the perfect time.
Steve: Right. That's really cute.
Kayla: [Laughs] Come on.
Steve: But so is john fox.
Steve: Head coach of the bears. Come on, baby, watch with me.
Kayla: Steve Johnson, it is new year's eve. Are you telling me that you would rather just sit home and stare at this TV than go to a big bash and see all of our friends, and...
Steve: Baby, no party could be more special than just spending the night on this couch with you. Just the two of us.
Kayla: Just the three of us, you mean.
Steve: I thought Joe was out with friends.
Kayla: He is. Talking about you and me and...John Fox. [Clears throat]
Steve: Oh, yeah?
Kayla: Mm-hm, yeah.
Steve: Turn it back on.
[Cheering on TV]
Fynn: There you are.
Ava: Do I know you?
Fynn: No, but we have the rest of 2015 to remedy that.
Andre: Open your eyes. Shall we?
Andre: You do understand, Chad, that the whole future of the DiMera family rests upon your ability to seduce belle and to find out where Samantha is hiding.
Chad: Queen is open. She's vulnerable.
Andre: You must come through for us, Chad, no matter what it takes. For, without this family, you are nothing, so it's in your best interest as well. But, you must persevere. You are so close to your goal. Call belle again. Convince her to see you, to be with you. She's as vulnerable and lonely as you are. You must take advantage of that. Do not give up.
Claire: Dad filed for divorce? Wow. I can't believe he would do that. But you're not--you're not signing the papers, right?
Belle: I don't see how I have a choice.
Claire: No, you-- you have to fight this. You can't just give up.
Belle: Honey, it takes two people to make a marriage work.
Claire: Well, okay, then make it work together. Jeez, talk it out, fight, yell, make up, I mean-- I mean, God, how did you go from "never go to bed angry" to this?
Claire: Honey, your dad's not even talking to me. He didn't even give me a heads-up the papers were coming.
Claire: Dad's been calling and texting me since yesterday. I mean, I thought it was because he was going to try to make me come and stay with him in Maine, so I didn't answer. Now I realize it was probably because he wanted to tell me about this.
Belle: Yeah, probably.
Claire: God, I've been so mad at him for leaving, and now I see that you guys don't even want to stay together, so I don't give a damn either now. Screw it!
Belle: Excuse me? Don't talk like that.
Claire: Why not? Why should I be the only one who cares about keeping this family together? Well, I won't be. I'm done. So you guys can shuttle me back and forth between Maine and here--I mean, until I turn 18--and then this is not my problem anymore.
Belle: Baby, I am so sorry.
Claire: Yeah, you should be.
Andre: You will not remember this conversation. You will do exactly as we discussed. I'm so happy to see that you know what is right for la famiglia.
Chad: What's going on?
Andre: Ha! I took your king. And you're about to make a call to belle and ask her out for dinner.
Chad: Right. Excuse me.
Philip: What happened?
Belle: Shawn filed for divorce.
Philip: I am so sorry, belle.
Belle: Yeah. Me, too. And Claire is just devastated, and I'm just gonna go home.
Philip: No, no, I--I think that's the last thing you should do. You're upset. You shouldn't be alone. So... let me take you to the basic black launch tonight. It's your dad's old company. How about seeing its latest incarnation? Hey, everyone who's anyone's gonna be there, and I, selfishly, wouldn't mind having the most gorgeous woman in Salem on my arm.
Belle: I don't know. I was thinking of watching the ball drop on TV and just drowning myself in a pint of mint chip, so...
Belle: Oh, excuse me.
Belle: On second thought, while I couldn't care less about hobnobbing with Salem's crème de la crème, it would be kind of fun to see Brady's baby mama and how basic black has evolved, so, yeah. I'll go.
Philip: Great. I'll pick you up at your place in a couple hours.
Belle: Actually, we should probably meet back here in an hour. If you pick me up, my parents will give you the third degree, and I've seriously had enough drama for one day.
Philip: I will meet you here, then. I just want to make things as easy for you as possible.
Daniel: Okay, I will make sure Thomas here gets the best possible care. You know that, okay?
Daniel: Okay. The nurse will take you to pediatrics.
Jennifer: I'll be there in a minute, honey.
Jennifer: I think I know what's wrong with Thomas.
Daniel: Yeah? What are you thinking?
Jennifer: Remember when I told you Abigail had aplastic anemia when she was a baby?
Jennifer: Well, he has the same symptoms; loss of appetite...
Jennifer: There's a really high fever...
Daniel: Okay, Jenn, there are other conditions that match up with those symptoms.
Jennifer: Right, but what if he has the hereditary type?
Daniel: Okay, Jennifer, Jennifer, don't, don't, don't, don't...do that to yourself. Let's just wait and see what the tests show. Okay?
Daniel: Now, in the meantime, whatever's going on with Abigail's little boy, you are going to be strong for your daughter, like you always are.
Paul: Whew, what a relief, huh?
Gabi: Yeah, I--I love Theresa's designs--they're great--but my stomach is still doing flip-flops.
Paul: Oh, don't worry. Nicole has Kate handled.
Gabi: Oh, it's not just Kate. It's the catwalk, and this whole thing is a big deal, you know?
Paul: Well, try pitching in the playoffs in front of 50,000 fans. And that's not including the people watching at home.
Gabi: Wow, no wonder you're so cool about this.
Paul: Well, you know, when I first started off and I was nervous, people used to advise me to concentrate on one person in the crowd and pretend that they were the only ones there. I always thought of someone outside, though, who wasn't there, actually. So, maybe, why don't you think about Arianna at home waiting for her mom.
Gabi: Thank you. Yeah. Yeah, I'm definitely going to do that.
Pierre: This is an outrage! Those designs are not Pierre's. Pierre will not be part of this travesty.
Brady: Okay, Theresa, since you're convinced that your career is dead in the water, and you are a complete and utter failure, and talentless, and destined to fail at your chosen occupation, as well as every other aspect in life, there is only one thing to do.
Theresa: What's that?
Brady: Well, it's pretty elementary, I'll warn you, but under the right circumstances, it can be very effective. I know this not only from my own personal experience, but I've also read about it in books, seen a lot of movies...
Brady: And it seems to work.
Theresa: Just come out with it.
Brady: I love you. And it doesn't matter if you're a success or a failure. I could never see you as one of those, but... you're happy or sad, or you're frustrated, or you're needy... doesn't matter because I love you.
Theresa: [Sobs] Brady.
Brady: You know what my favorite part about you is? The part that I love the most, is that you never give up. You believed that we could be a couple. I didn't. And I am so grateful to you for that, and our little guy in there--I bet he is just as grateful.
Brady: Theresa, you've got to do the same thing for your career. I know what you're capable of, and it's time that that fashion world out there knows it too.
Theresa: You know what? Something good did come out of all this.
Brady: Thank God. What? Tell me.
Theresa: You know how I've always said how important my career is to me?
Theresa: Nothing-- nothing is more important to me than you, Brady. You and our little boy. And I love you so much.
Nicole: [In a French accent] No, Pierre, clearly, can not. It is time to say, "au revoir." Pierre is fired. And if you leave right now and don't make a scene, Pierre will get paid in full.
Kate: You can't be serious. You have completely undone everything I mopped up.
Nicole: No, Kate, I set things right. In fact, I made the decision much easier for you. It's either Theresa's designs or no one's designs. What's it gonna be?
Belle: Hello, Chad.
Chad: Hi. Hey, you picked up. I'm shocked.
Belle: I only answered to tell you to stop calling me.
Chad: Well, I'll stop calling if you say yes.
Belle: To what?
Chad: Ringing in the new year with me.
Chad: Why not? You got a hot date?
Belle: I'm going to the basic black launch, and yes, I have a date.
Belle: Chad, I don't know how I can be any clearer with you. I'm not interested in seeing you anymore. Not that it even actually began between us, but it's over. It's done. Happy new year.
Victor: Well, I see you took my advice.
Philip: You are my blueprint for success, father.
Victor: That's why you've done me proud so far, running titan. I'd just hate to see you burn out before you achieve your goal.
Philip: There's no danger of that. I thrive on hard work, as well you know. It's in my DNA, thanks to you. I just--I get the feeling I don't have your full trust yet.
Victor: Well, you're gonna have to earn that, son. Brady made the company legit, and then he threw it all away on that gold digger, Theresa. So, as long as you can keep from getting distracted the way he was, I'm sure you'll be quite a success.
Victor: Just continue to emulate your role model, the brilliant and sagacious one. Run the company the way your father would.
Chad: Belle is going to the new year's eve launch with a date.
Andre: Well, that's unfortunate.
Chad: Mm. For her date. Once I get there, whoever he is won't stand a chance.
Andre: The DiMera charm offensive. [Laughs]
Daniel: Jenn, the chances of this being aplastic anemia are very slim. It's usually acquired, and very rare for it to be inherited.
Jennifer: Yeah, no, I know that, and I don't want to go to the worst case scenario, but after everything Abigail's been through, I pray that she doesn't have to deal with this, too.
Daniel: Okay, she's gonna--
Abigail: Hey. Hi. Okay. I left Thomas with the doctor, and they obviously don't know anything yet. They have to run the tests, so...
Daniel: All right. Let me go see what I can find out for you, okay?
Abigail: Okay. Thank you.
Jennifer: Thank you.
Abigail: [Sighs] What, mom? What are you thinking?
Jennifer: I just-- I don't want to upset you, honey, I--
Jennifer: Because you had aplastic anemia when you were a little baby, I just think maybe-- maybe it would be smart...
Abigail: Oh, my God. What if I passed that on to my little boy?
Jennifer: Honey, no. I--you probably didn't. I mean, Daniel and I were just discussing this. I mean, it's really more commonly acquired than inherited. But, if this is what Thomas has, it's treatable, honey. I mean, you had a bone marrow transplant when you were a little girl, and you were cured, so if that's what we're dealing with, Thomas is gonna get the same treatment. I am telling you, no matter what, he's gonna be fine.
Abigail: Well, he has to be, mom. He has to be fine.
Jennifer: He's gonna be. Come here. I know how much you love him, and I know how hard your delivery was, and the days following, but... look at me. I promise you, we are gonna make sure that he gets the best care that there is.
Jennifer: And you are the best mom, 'cause you are so loving and so wonderful. And he is just a lucky little boy. My sister raves about her toothpaste
[Cheering on TV]
Kayla: Whoa, whoa! They just made a touchdown! You're missing it! Whoa. I don't think john fox really insists that you dress up for the halftime show.
Steve: No, I know that, but I made a decision, and I will admit, it's totally ego-driven. I want all the movers and shakers of Salem to know that I am in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.
Kayla: But I'm really invested in this game, and-- wh--whoa! Someone's about to make a down.
Steve: Whoa-ho, look at you, making down. Listen, come on, I DVR'd it. We can watch it later.
Kayla: Well, in that case, okay. Let's party.
Kayla: I need 15 minutes, though, okay?
Kayla: Oh, and listen, one of us should really text Joey. You know, he's gonna be at that gala, and I don't think we should just surprise him with his parents showing up. No, no, no, no, seriously! You know, he may be the happiest kid in the world that his parents are back together, but Joey's a teenager. We should warn him. Text him, okay?
Kayla: Okay, 15 minutes.
Steve: Okay. 15 minutes? Okay.
[Cheering on TV]
Fynn: So, is Salem your hometown?
Ava: Actually, it is. I've been away for a while, though.
Fynn: I see. Do you have family here?
Ava: I think a little mystery between strangers in a bar is best. Don't you?
Fynn: Why don't we change locations, and we can be friends?
Ava: Change locations?
Fynn: There's a launch party for basic black, and I just happen to have an extra ticket.
Ava: You know, I'm not so sure I'm in the mood for a party tonight, but could you give me just a minute? You know what? I'd love to go to that launch party with you. I think it'd be a blast.
[Knocking on door]
Theresa: No, just let-- ignore it. Look, the whole world is at the launch, okay?
Brady: All right.
[Knocking on door]
Brady: Mm, no, they're not going away. Who is it?
Nicole: It's me, Nicole.
Brady: Hold on. [Sighs]
Nicole: Theresa, hurry up and get dressed.
Theresa: Nicole, what are you doing here?
Nicole: Well, there's no time to explain. You have a launch to get to. It's the little things in life that make me smile.
Theresa: I don't understand.
Nicole: I had a little talk with Kate. Pierre is out, and you are in. You're welcome.
Theresa: Who's Pierre?
Nicole: [Stammers] Okay, fine. I talked Kate down. Well, actually, I blackmailed her down, but, regardless, the seamstresses are working their magic and making the final touches now.
Theresa: But, no. The dresses--they were a mess.
Nicole: They were wonderful. They just needed some polishing, which I ordered right after the debacle, because I figured if we couldn't use them now, we could still use them. Luckily, the seamstresses were willing to work last minute for triple the pay... but I can't wait for you to see them!
Theresa: Are you serious?
Nicole: I'm dead serious.
Nicole: Get your ass in gear so you can be there to take your bow. Come on, come on.
Theresa: Okay. Oh, my God.
Brady: Oh, my God. Go get 'em. Go get 'em.
Victor: Belle, what a surprise. I'm here to see Philip.
Victor: He's just in the other room.
Belle: You son-of-a--
Belle: You saw how upset I was, and you exploited that. You just couldn't resist trying to make my day a little bit better, could you? Big phony. Asking me out for new year's eve, "oh, it's gonna be so fun! I can't wait to have the most gorgeous woman in Salem on my arm...yada, yada, yada, smarmy, smarmy, smarmy." And then you stood me up. And for what? A pile of papers? Why am I not surprised?
Philip: Belle, I am so sorry. I got caught up, but I'm done now. I just wanted to get this stuff out of the way so that I wouldn't be distracted when I was with you. God, you look amazing.
Belle: All right, you're gonna have to do a hell of a lot better than some lame compliment to get me to forgive you.
Philip: How about... "God, you look exquisite beyond belief, not to mention, totally charming when you're angry." Less lame?
Philip: I'll do whatever it takes. We've got all night.
Daniel: Well, the good news is, we can rule out aplastic anemia.
Jennifer: Oh, my goodness.
Abigail: Okay, thank you. Okay.
Daniel: But we still don't have a definite diagnosis yet.
Abigail: Well, when will you? What--when are you gonna know?
Daniel: Soon. I promise you. Soon.
Chad: You continue to embarrass yourself, Abigail.
Daniel: We'll need to do a full genetic run-up on you, Abigail, and on Thomas's father.
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