Days Transcript Friday 4/15/16

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Episode #12825 ~ Eric says good-bye to family & friends after being sentenced to five years in prison; Philip tries to make amends with Victor; Brady & Theresa fight over Summer; Victor has new flashbacks of Helena's death.

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[Loud thud]

[Theresa humming]

Theresa: Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. Did I wake you up? Did you sleep on my sofa?

Summer: I know you're angry.

Theresa: Californians. So sensitive to vibes.

Summer: I don't blame you.

Theresa: Oh, that's good to know--can I get you anything??

Summer: I am so sorry.

Theresa: Of course you are. You're always sorry and you-- you want pity and sympathy, and you want to be taken care of.

Summer: I'll go.

Theresa: Good. Of course you will. Actually, I wanted to know something first though. Um, why did you show up here? I mean, you knew Brady and I were out on a date, or is that exactly why you showed up here, because you knew we were out alone, having a great time?

Summer: You know, it-- it's hard to explain.

Theresa: Well, save the vague, wounded, timid act for Brady, 'cause trust me, it's not gonna work on me. I mean, what do you want from us--more to the point, what do you want from Brady?

[Heart monitor beeping]

Brady: Is there any word on the, uh, the surgery? Is she gonna--is she gonna walk again?

There was too much swelling for Dr. Thompson to assess her.

Brady: I can't stand the wait. I don't know what going through her mind. At least she's sleeping.

Well, on and off. She, uh, didn't have a good night. She was very restless.

Brady: Well, I don't want to-- I don't want to disturb her. Can I leave these for her? These are her favorite muffins.

She'll like that.

Brady: Thanks.

Maggie: Victor? Hi.

Fynn: You're here pretty early.

Philip: Well, he blows a gasket whenever he sees me, so I need to get out before he wakes up. How is he?

Fynn: He's getting stronger. We're very optimistic.

Philip: Maggie?

Fynn: We're in a wait-and-see situation there.

Philip: Right. My father hates hospitals, so if he wants to go home, I'll make sure he gets all the care he needs.

Fynn: We'll talk about that a little later.

Victor: What the hell are you doing here?

[Roman sighs]

Marlena: Roman? This isn't good, is it?

John: Ah, he's just a couple minutes late.

Roman: He's being sentenced this morning. Judges hate waiting. They punish people for making them wait. Eric could pay big time for being just a few minutes late.

John: Yeah, roman--

Roman: Look, I apologize. I'm just--I'm frustrated. I'm disappointed.

Belle: Eric, please call me when you get this. Straight to voicemail.

Marlena: Do you think he's been drinking?

Roman: Or did he just decide to run?

Marlena: Hmm.

[Phone buzzing]

[Buzzing continues]

Eric: [Groans] [Grunts] Oh, damn it. My sentencing. [Sighs]

Philip: I wanted to see for myself how you're doing.

Victor: Peachy. Now get the hell out.

Philip: I sat here watching you sleep. Trying to rack my brain for... some way to make up for what I've done.

Victor: Hmm, then you'd have to go back in time. Change every stupid decision you made. Then there's my stupid decision to bring you here. You know, if you hadn't been here... Maggie might not be in a hospital bed waiting to find out if she can ever walk again.

Brady: You know, the nurses say you're doing very well? I think you're gonna get some very, very good news today.

Maggie: Well, how's Victor?

Brady: He's fine, he's fine. I check in on him all the time. Doctors say he's doing very well. Very grumpy, which is always a good sign.

Maggie: What about Summer? Have you seen her? Have you talked to her?

Brady: Um, yeah, yeah. Last night.

Maggie: And?

Brady: She's okay.

Maggie: I need the truth, Brady.

Brady: She had a bad night, Maggie. She ended up staying with us over the night, and Theresa's with her now.

Maggie: What kind of a bad night?

Brady: She just showed up and she would not tell me what was bothering her. Do you know what it was?

Summer: I don't want anything from Brady.

Theresa: Oh, can the crap, okay? That's what you serve up over and over and over again. You're obsessed with Brady.

Summer: No, I am grateful to him.

Theresa: Oh, okay, so--so when you were huddled up on our doorstep like the little match girl, it's 'cause you were grateful? And you just--you slept on my-- my living room sofa because you're just so grateful, and when you touch his wrist and you gaze at him while you're talking to him it's because you're grateful? Actually, Summer, I think there's a little bit more than that to this story and I think it has something to do with the fact that you are a needy, self-destructive waif in search of a savior.

Summer: Theresa, I am sorry. I was really upset last night and I didn't know where to turn.

Theresa: Well, next time you don't know where to turn, just remember not here! My budget was always second-guessing me

[Phone ringing]

[Ringing continues]

Jennifer: [Sighs] Oh, God. [Sighs] Oh, my head. [Sighs] Ugh. Oh... [Sighs] [Gasps] Eric? [Sighs] [Sighs] Oh.

[Phone buzzing]

Jennifer: [Gasps] Oh. [Sighs]

Roman: [Sighs] Still no answer. I'll send out a couple squad cars.

[Marlena gasps]

Eric: You don't have to. I'm here.

Roman: What the hell happened to you?

Eric: I'm sorry. I got held up. Just--should we go?

Roman: You can't go in front of a judge looking like that.

Eric: [Scoffs] Come on, what, is there a dress code?

Roman: Oh, come on. You're hilarious. Funny, is that what you think this is, Eric? You are late to be sentenced for vehicular manslaughter and driving while intoxicated yet you come in here reeking of booze and breath mints, and wearing the same damn clothes you passed out in? What the hell were you thinking?

Eric: I was thinking it was my last night as a free man. I was thinking maybe I should just forget for a couple of hours how much my life sucks.

Roman: All right, did you forget you were gonna see a judge this morning? The very damn judge that's gonna decide how many years you spend in prison?

Eric: What? Oh, come on. You know what, so the night before I go to prison I ha-- tied one on. Big damn deal, so get off my back.

Summer: It must be great to think that you know everything. That you're so proactive, assertive...

Theresa: Mm-hmm.

Summer: But you are so wrong about me--very wrong.

Theresa: I don't think so. See, I know the whole manipulative and lying thing firsthand, except I wasn't all fluttery and helpless, but I basically had the same mo as you, poodle.

Summer: Yes, I've lied and I've manipulated. It's how I survived, but I never manipulated or lied to Brady.

Theresa: That's so sweet. I believe every word.

Summer: [Scoffs] You know, Theresa, you work so hard to come off as this tough cookie, but you can't mask the fact that you are scared that you can't keep Brady. That he's just out of your league.

Theresa: Oh, you bitch.

Summer: Believe me, Theresa, I am not a threat to you, and I am not after Brady. I just think that he's the one person that will understand me, that will help me.

Theresa: Help you with what, Summer?

Summer: Help me to figure out where I go from here. I took a chance to come out here to find my--my dear, devoted mother, and you know what? It blew up in my face, and now, now I am so scared that I'm going to go back to a life that I hated living and to being a person that I hated being all because of one woman. All because of Maggie Kiriakis.

Maggie: I'm tired. I don't want to talk right now about it.

Brady: I understand. Hey, I didn't mean to upset you.

Maggie: I'm sorry. I'm just tired. [Sighs]

Brady: Where's Summer?

Theresa: Not, "hi, honey." Not, "how's the baby?" It's "where's Summer?" Hmm. Well... [Chuckles] Hmm. Summer is taking a shower before she leaves. That's right, we're losing our star boarder.

Brady: What happened?

Theresa: Nothing. We talked. She said she wanted to take a shower before she left, and I offered her fresh towels.

Summer: I told, uh, Theresa, and I wanted to tell you too. I am so sorry about last night, and I am sorry I ruined your evening.

Brady: Okay, listen, you didn't ruin our evening, and before you go, I need you to tell me exactly what Maggie did that upset you so much.

Summer: [Chuckles] It doesn't matter. It's over.

Brady: It matters to me. A lot.

[Maggie screaming]

[Groaning]

[Maggie yelling]

[Baby crying]

Doctor: A healthy baby girl. Do you want to hold her?

Maggie: No! Summer! [Sighs]

Victor: God knows I've tried.

Helena: No!

Victor: Helena! Poor thing.

Brady: How about tell us what happened?

Maggie: No one told me that my baby died. I was young and selfish, and I just couldn't imagine being a mother, raising a child.

Summer: So what are you saying?

Maggie: [Cries] I made the choice. No one did it for me... and God forgive me, I gave you away.

Summer: She didn't want me then, and she doesn't want me now.

Victor: So?

Philip: I couldn't get in to see her. They were about to do an assessment.

Victor: Assessment? It's the kind of word doctors use when they don't know what the hell they're doing.

Philip: Dad, you need to stay calm.

Victor: Don't call me dad. Get out. Just get the hell out.

Philip: Whatever.

Victor: Oh, and if you want me to forgive you, destroy Deimos, then we'll consider forgiving you. Not before then.

Roman: I got a clean shirt in my office.

Eric: You know what, I don't think it's gonna make any dif--

Roman: I really don't give a damn what you think right now.

John: You okay?

Marlena: Yeah, yeah. I have to be okay.

Belle: I'm really scared that Eric's gonna bring that attitude into the courtroom. He needs to be sincerely sorry, not defiant.

John: Yes.

Marlena: I think he wants everybody to hate him as much as he hates himself, you know?

Jennifer: Hope I'm not too late.

Marlena: What are you doing here?

Jennifer: Is Eric already in court?

Belle: No, we're just about to leave.

Jennifer: Okay. Oh, here's--here's his phone. I didn't know if he was gonna need it.

Marlena: Why do you have his cell phone?

Jennifer: Um-- Eric and I, uh-- we, uh--

Marlena: We better have a word in private. What the hell were you doing? You let Eric get drunk the night before his sentencing for drunk driving? What the hell are you thinking?

When you wanna put allergies

Summer: I feel awful.

Brady: Of course you do.

[Theresa sighs]

Summer: No, I--I mean, I shouldn't have told you that. It was up to Maggie. I don't want you to hate her.

Theresa: I don't.

Brady: You know, Summer, this morning with everything that is on Maggie's mind, you know what the first thing that she asked about was? It was you. I know how hard it was to hear what really happened back then, but you have to understand something. She was 17. Her back was up against the wall. You can't possibly think that now she doesn't want to know you, that she--that she doesn't want you here now.

Summer: Well, even if that is true, I'm a reminder of the worst thing that ever happened to her. I am the worst thing that ever happened to her, and when she told me, I saw the pain in her eyes. I saw that she didn't want me to be there.

Theresa: Whoa, whoa, whoa, can we just hold on for a second, okay? Her husband just had a major heart attack, and she's sitting in a hospital bed paralyzed, waiting to see if she's ever gonna walk again. I mean, God, Summer, did it ever occur to you that maybe the pain in her eyes is caused by something other than you?

Brady: You need to back off, Theresa.

Theresa: No, no, I won't. You know what a con is? An improv artist. They take whatever's thrown at them and they make the most of it, and Summer, she just got a really sad story, and what did she do? Did she--she go talk it out with Maggie? She leave town? No, no, she showed up. She arranged herself on our doorstep like a little orphan in from a storm and then she won't talk about it... and she'll wait and she'll hold out until you beg her to talk about it, and then when she finally tells her oh-so-tragic tale, you feel even more sorry for her. I mean, well played, Summer. Well played. You know what, there are two of us who know what's going on here, sweetheart--you and me. You and me.

Jennifer: Eric didn't want to be alone last night.

Marlena: So you let him get drunk. Looks like maybe you tied one on as well. Or was yours just painkillers?

Jennifer: What?

Marlena: I think you heard me. Eric told me about your little habit. You see, he was, uh, he was concerned about you when he went to prison, so he asked if I would keep an eye on you. Maybe I should've kept an eye on you before he went to prison. He was concerned. He was trying to be a friend to you, and this is how you repay him? You're a fine friend, aren't you? You're really a fine person, Jennifer.

Jennifer: I know you're in a lot of pain... and I know what it feels like when--when you're worried about one of your kids. Why don't you think about why I ever took a painkiller in the first place?

Eric: The hell is going on in there? Mom? Just leave her alone. If you want to be mad, just be mad at me.

Jennifer: No. Your mother is right. I was a terrible friend.

Eric: That's not true.

Jennifer: Yes, and I'm so sorry.

Belle: Eric, we have to go. If we're late, things are gonna get a lot worse.

Eric: Right.

Marlena: Belle just said we have to go.

Eric: No. Mom, I don't want you there... or any of you there at all. We need to say our good-byes here in private. This is the last time that we're gonna be alone together for a long, long time.

Brady: I can't believe you're talking to her like that.

Summer: Brady, she has every reason not to trust me, and she has every reason to think that I'm lying, but I am not. I swear.

Brady: I know you're not lying.

Theresa: I didn't say you were lying--I said you were milking it.

Brady: Will you stop it, please?

Summer: Okay, don't be mad at her, please. Look, Brady, I so appreciate that you brought me here, and I know you believe that there will be a happy ending, but all I've done was make Maggie miserable and threaten your happy family.

Brady: No, no, no.

Summer: You know, I need to go, and I am not your responsibility. You need to take care of Theresa and your son, and you need to take care of Maggie and not worry about me.

Brady: All right, this is-- Summer, hold on a second.

Theresa: No, Brady, don't go after her, please.

Brady: Are you k--you're gonna follow up that staggering lack of compassion with an order to me?

Theresa: With the truth. Look, Summer was right about one thing. She is threatening what we have here. I mean, Brady, you're so-- you're so damned good, you don't even see what she's really like. And me, I am not so good so I'm on to her. And you want compassion? How about for Maggie? Brady, look at all that she's facing, she's-- do you have any idea how long the road back for her is going to be? Do you really think she needs Summer in her life? Does Summer need her? Come on, it's over, Brady. Summer needs to go home, and this whole thing needs to be over.

[Heart monitor beeping]

Victor: I'm here.

Maggie: [Chuckles] You stubborn man. Get back to bed.

Victor: No, I had to make sure you were all right. You're not. What happened?

Maggie: No.

Victor: You need to tell me what happened. Don't even think about lying to me.

Marlena: I'll go with you.

John: I think he's right, doc. Courtroom's gonna be crawling with press. You're not gonna have any privacy to say good-bye.

Eric: Thank you. Thank you for always looking out for my mom. I know you always will. Hey. How I've caused you hell. You've been nothing but a good friend to me. I'm sorry. You should get off those pills. I want you to live your life, and you love that family.

Jennifer: Mm-hmm, yeah. I'm gonna try. [Cries]

Eric: I can only imagine what we would've had. What we could've been. I wish I were a better son.

Roman: Hey, look, I am so sorry for losing my temper earlier. You are a great son.

Eric: No, not at the moment. I'm gonna try like hell getting back to being the man you raised. A man you can be proud of.

Roman: Hey, you listen to me. You are a good man. If you can believe this or not, but I am proud of you, and I love you very much.

Eric: [Sniffles] I, uh, meant what I said when I said keep an eye on Jennifer.

Marlena: I will. I will.

Eric: Mom, I just want you to know it wasn't her fault. It was mine. You know, the worst thing about prison-- the worst thing about being cut off from my family, my friends, is knowing that I let you down. Don't--don't say that I didn't--

Marlena: Oh, Eric, I--

Eric: Because I did. Please don't tell me you're proud of me... 'cause you can't be.

Marlena: I was going to say how much I love you. [Crying]

Eric: I'm ready.

Brady: You heard what Maggie said to her last night. You saw that it tore her up.

Theresa: I don't--I didn't see a person who was torn apart, Brady. I saw someone whose default mode is to make people feel sorry for her, and then you're right there handing her your handkerchief.

Brady: Oh, God, Theresa, you're jealous and it's not very attractive.

Theresa: Yeah, well, you know what, you're obsessed with her, and it's scary. You know what, Brady, she's nothing to you, okay? And God knows you have enough problems without taking on hers.

Brady: She is scared. She's alone, and I'm not gonna turn my back on her, okay? My problem is not with Summer. It's with you, and by the way, when are you gonna stop feeling so damned insecure?

Maggie: The doctors and nurses say I'm doing very well.

Victor: Maggie, don't shine me on. I know you. I know when you're lying.

Fynn: What do you think you're doing? You need to get back to bed.

Victor: I need to make sure my wife is all right.

Fynn: Let us worry about that. Can you make sure Mr. Kiriakis gets back to his room?

Yes, doctor.

Victor: I can do it myself. Take care of my wife.

Fynn: Okay, Maggie, I'm gonna repeat a test I gave you when you were first admitted. See what kind of progress you're making.

Maggie: Right.

Fynn: Okay. Feel that?

Maggie: No.

Fynn: How about here?

Maggie: No.

Fynn: Okay, let's try the other leg. How about this?

Maggie: No.

Fynn: And there? Maggie, do you feel anything?

Maggie: No. I feel nothing. The surgery didn't work, and I'm never gonna walk again. [Crying] [Sobbing] No.

Roman: The judge sentenced Eric to five years.

Marlena: Oh! [Crying]

John: Okay.

Jennifer: [Crying] [Sobbing]

[Chains rattling]

[Chains rattling]

[Solemn music]

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