Days of Our Lives Transcript Friday 4/19/02
Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Niki
Jack: [Sighing] Oh... how could I lose everything like that? My dream job, the best female friend a guy could ever have, and the love of my life -- all gone. I was supposed to come home a winner. What went wrong?
Jennifer: You know, Greta, catching that earlier flight back from Vegas was a brilliant idea. Inspired.
Greta: Well, anything to avoid flying with Jack.
Jennifer: Greta, look, you have so much going for you. Just forget about Jack. All right, forget that you ever met Jack and just start looking for a great new guy.
Greta: Oh, no. Uh, three strikes, I'm out.
Jennifer: What do you mean, you're out?
Greta: Jack is the third man in Salem to make a fool of me.
Jennifer: Wait a minute. There -- you're not the fool, Greta. They are.
Greta: Three men, Jennifer. Count 'em -- three. When it came down to it, all three of those men wanted to be with another woman more than they wanted to be with me. You know, come to think of it, all three of you were blondes, so maybe I should just bleach my hair blonde.
Jennifer: Oh, come on, stop. Well, do what you have to do. Bleach your hair. Get a nose ring. Get a tattoo. Pierce your belly button. I don't -- do whatever you have to do to make you feel like you want to start over.
Greta: There's only one way that I can start over, and, uh, you know what? I'm not going to waste any more time.
John: Mm-hmm. Ha ha ha. I am so proud of all the hard work you're doing here, son. Truth be known, when you first started, I thought I heard grumblings about nepotism, but you certainly have won everybody over, including Kate.
Brady: Well, thank you, Dad. I've had a hell of a teacher. So, you think Belle's going to take the summer internship here?
John: Think she can handle it?
Brady: Well, she's better at math than I am. Plus, I think she could use the distraction.
John: But she might be too busy getting ready to leave for Columbia. I can't believe it. My baby girl is getting ready to go to college in New York City.
Brady: She isn't going to be alone. You know, Chloe lane got into Juilliard. They'll probably see each other every day.
John: Yeah. Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you. How do you feel about Chloe Lane leaving town?
[Doorbell rings]
Belle: I'm coming! Chloe!
Chloe: I thought I would have heard from you by now.
Belle: Why?
Chloe: Oh, come on, you know you have something to tell me.
Belle: Why do you -- I mean, what makes you think that I have something to tell you?
Chloe: Belle, don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.
[Dance music playing]
Cynthia: Take off the earphones.
Mimi: Can't hear you. Don't want to.
Cynthia: Can you hear me now?
Mimi: What is your problem?
Cynthia: Look, why didn't Chloe watch that video of me and Philip together?
Mimi: How do you know she didn't?
Cynthia: Well, she hasn't killed him yet. That video was hot. If she had seen it, she wouldn't be talking to him now, trust me.
Philip: You bitch.
Jan: It was Belle's fault I lost my baby.
Shawn-D: No. No way. Not -- not Belle.
Jan: I thought you'd take her side, Shawn, but it's true. I can prove it.
Philip: God, you're such a sleaze, Cynthia. Doesn't that bother you at all?
Cynthia: At least I'm honest about what I want.
Philip: Chloe cares about me. She cares about us. We're going to be together again soon, and you've got nothing.
Cynthia: I've got nothing? Well, you're the cheat and the liar. Believe me, Chloe will find out who you are, and when she does, you can kiss your sappy little dreams goodbye.
Brady: Well, Dad, I really don't have any feelings one way or the other about Chloe going to New York -- or Paris or London or wherever her brilliant career takes her.
John: Seriously? I thought you two were kind of tight.
Brady: Mm, we spent some time together last summer. She decided not to go on the class trip to Puerto Rico and was kind of lonely. I felt bad, so we hung out. But, um, there's no romantic situation there. I mean, Chloe's just a kid.
John: Looks pretty grown up from these eyes.
Brady: You see, that's a mistake a lot of people make. They think that just because she looks mature, therefore she is mature, and the fact of the matter is, Chloe is rather inexperienced. You know, she's still caught up in the whole high school thing, and I'm way beyond that. And, plus, Chloe is Belle's friend, and, you know, I'm nice to Belle's teenybopper pals -- well, as nice as I can be. I don't really dig the whole gibber-gabber thing, the gossip. But, regarding me and Chloe, um, no, there's nothing there. It's ridiculous. It will never happen.
John: You through?
Brady: Yeah. Why?
John: Well, I just asked you a simple question, and you gave me this huge dissertation on adolescent girls. I mean, for someone who has no strong feeling on the subject, you sure can get all wound up. You know, it's all right to admit that you care about Chloe and her future. It's fine.
Brady: Future, yes. Her singing future -- I happen to take a professional interest there. I mean, if you think about it, if the chips had fallen differently for me, I might be the one headed to the great white way in New York.
John: You know, it's still not too late.
Brady: Yeah, I've thought about that, but you know what? This is where I want to be. Chloe's the one who's had the dream of singing since day one. The trouble is, wishing hard does not make a dream come true. She's going to have to work her butt off to achieve her goals and work hard on her training, and she doesn't need some boyfriend holding her back.
John: Ahh. Meaning Philip, right?
Brady: Philip or anybody else. It doesn't matter.
John: Brady, she's entering Juilliard. She's not going into a nunnery.
Brady: Well, you know what? She's a damn fool if she lets some guy come between her and her work.
John: Ahh.
Brady: I'm not jealous of Philip.
John: No.
Brady: I'm not stuck on Chloe, either.
John: I didn't say that. Did you?
Belle: What makes you think I have something to tell you? Like I keep secrets from my friends or something, which I definitely don't do.
Chloe: Secrets? What are you talking about? I got my acceptance letter from Juilliard today. That's why I came over. Oh, no. Don't tell me you weren't accepted anywhere.
Belle: Oh, no, of course I was. I got into Columbia.
Chloe: Then why didn't you say that? That's great, Belle!
Belle: And you must be so psyched about Juilliard. You've wanted that for so long.
Chloe: Yeah, but I still have to audition for the master class. It's crucial if I'm going to have a career in opera.
Belle: If? Of course you are. I'm going to be some famous designer or something, and I'm going to go to the met for your debut.
Chloe: But before we do that, we're going to hang out together in the village and go see Broadway shows. Oh, I'm so glad that we're going to be in New York together. And guess what. Philip's going to be there, too. Do you know that he got accepted into Columbia?
Belle: He must have gotten in just under the wire.
Chloe: Well, he worked really hard last semester.
Belle: Bet his dad made a phone call.
Chloe: Yeah, well, I don't care how he got in. I'm just glad that he's going to be there.
Belle: You are?
Chloe: Is there a reason I shouldn't be?
Shawn-D: Belle's fault? How could the miscarriage be Belle's fault?
Jan: I can't prove it like in court, Shawn. I can just tell you what happened. I was alone at your house, and the doorbell rang, so I went to answer it. It was Belle. She looked really mad, like she couldn't even stand to look at me because she thought I was carrying your baby. She attacked me, Shawn. It was like she was an animal, like she wanted to kill me.
Jan: But instead she killed my baby. She pushed me down, Shawn, and she left me there.
Shawn-D: Jan, I'm really sorry that you had a fall like that, but are you sure that this miscarriage happened because Belle pushed you?
Jan: Yeah, Shawn, I'm sure. Don't you see how this is all Belle's fault?
Jennifer: Greta, listen. I know that your prince is out there. He is. You just have to find him.
[Doorbell rings]
Jennifer: Oh, well, and there he is.
Greta: [Laughs]
Jennifer: Hey, Gram, come on in.
Alice: Hello, girls. Oh, hope you don't mind a visitor, but I want to hear all the dirt on Las Vegas.
Greta: It's so good to see you, Mrs. Horton. You know, I better just say this before I lose my nerve. Um, there's something that I need to do, something that I've been putting off for a long time, but after everything that's happened, I can't put it off any longer.
Alice: Well, what's it all about, dear?
Greta: My Father. But you know what? I will explain all of that later. First there is somebody that I have to see. But you're not going to go anywhere, right? You're going to be here when I get back?
Alice: Yes.
Greta: Okay. All right, bye.
Jennifer: Bye.
Alice: Bye. Is she all right?
Jennifer: No, Gram, she's not. And guess whose fault it is.
Alice: Jack's?
Jennifer: You got it.
Jack: Ahh... oh, buck up, sport. There's no crying in baseball. You got to pick yourself up, dust yourself off... [Sighs] oh, who am I kidding? How do I come back from a disaster of that magnitude?
Jack: I am not gay!
Greta: I think that says it all.
Jennifer: I never want to see your face, I never want to hear your voice, and I never want to touch you again, ever.
Jack: I've always been the comeback kid, but even I may not be able to pull this one out of the fire. All I know is I've got to try. I can't let Abigail and Jennifer go. I can't lose them. They're my life. Wait a minute. Wait just a minute. It's not over till it's over. ( Humming )
Jack: Oliver, don't hang up! It's me. It's Jack.
Oliver: Deveraux, I'm sure I told you never to contact me again, and if I didn't, I should have.
Jack: I won't argue with you, Olivier. You have every right, every reason to be super ticked off with me. I mean, the way that I disrupted your show, all the crazy stuff that happened in Vegas -- it's all my fault. I take full responsibility. I'm a chastened man, Oliver, chastened. You're looking at a new man. Well, you're not exactly looking at him, but you know what I mean. Some might say that my career as an editor just went up in flames in Vegas, but I came through that fire a better man. It's matured me. It's tempered me. All those people yelling at me, ready to kill me. It was the wake-up call of all time, I'm telling you. I swear, if you give me another chance, I'll be the best editor-in-chief that the "Spectator" ever had. I'll surpass even myself. I've got to have that job, Oliver. I'll even work for free for a few weeks until I've proven to you that I am the man for the job. I won't let you down, Mr. Wentworth. I won't let you down. What do you say?
Brady: Oh, Dad, what do I have to say or do to convince you that I'm not interested in Chloe Lane?
John: Kinda sounds to me like you're trying to convince yourself.
Brady: All right, listen to me for a second. Look where I am. I'm out of school, I'm working at a job...
John: Mm-hmm.
Brady: Where I've got a real future. It's going to be a few more years now before Chloe's ready for any kind of real-life responsibility.
John: Yeah.
Brady: In fact, I guarantee the only thing on her mind right now is what kind of prom dress she's going to get this spring -- which is fine, but I'm beyond that.
John: Yeah, yeah, you're just an old man of the world.
Brady: I'm a young man who's ready to take the next step.
John: Yeah, the next step. Sounds pretty serious. So why don't we talk about this next step? What is the big plan?
Brady: You'll see. Hey, listen, I'm really happy we see eye to eye on this new marketing approach.
John: Mm-hmm.
Brady: I'm going to go back to my office and take a look at it.
John: Yeah.
Brady: See you.
John: Mm-hmm.
John: Not interested in Chloe Lane, huh? Well, if I didn't know you so well, I'd almost believe that. [Laughs]
[Knock on door]
John: Hey.
Greta: Hey.
John: Hey!
Greta: Your secretary said it was okay if I just barged in on you.
John: Good to see your face, honey. What can I do for you?
Greta: Well, I came to talk to you about something. It's important, and I think it's going to come as a shock.
Shawn-D: I have known Belle all my life. She has never hurt anyone. She is a really good person.
Jan: She loved you, Shawn. Love makes people do weird things. You thought she was going to understand about you being the father of this baby. But she didn't. And the baby's gone.
Shawn-D: It's going to be okay.
Jan: No, it won't. Nothing's ever going to be okay again. The nurse said I could leave today. I don't have anywhere to go. I've got nobody... nothing.
Cynthia: You know what I keep remembering, Philip? How hot you were for me that night at my house. Yeah, you stopped, but just barely.
Philip: I was only with you that night because I thought it would make Chloe jealous.
Cynthia: So why'd you let me take my clothes off, Philip? You wanted me, and sooner or later you're going to realize what a waste of space ghoul girl really is. When you do, you know where to find me.
Philip: God.
Mimi: Were you just faking Cynthia out, or, uh, are you really getting back together with Chloe?
Philip: We're getting back together.
Chloe: Belle, I'm getting the distinct feeling that you know something about Philip, and that if I knew it, too, I wouldn't want to be around him in New York. Did something happen?
Belle: No.
Chloe: It's about that Cynthia videotape, isn't it?
Belle: Why would you say that?
Chloe: I'll take that as a yes. Damn, I wish you hadn't destroyed it. Ah, Belle, you are the worst liar. You mean you didn't get rid of it?
Belle: Look, Chloe, I wanted to, but I was busy. I wish I had gotten rid of it, okay? I wish I hadn't wa--
Chloe: You wish you hadn't what? Oh, my God, you watched it, didn't you? Belle, tell me the truth. Did you see that video? I'm guessing it wasn't rated "G." PG? PG-13?
Belle: Let's just say if we wanted to go see it in a movie theater, we wouldn't be able to get in without an adult. Oh, wait. We are 17, so we would.
Chloe: Where is it? I want to see it.
Belle: Trust me, Chloe, you don't want to do that to yourself.
Chloe: Where is the video?
Shawn-D: You are not alone.
Jan: Yes, I am. I have nobody. I-I have no place to go.
Shawn-D: Sure you do. You'll come live with me.
Jan: But there's no baby now. That's the only reason your parents let me stay with you.
Shawn-D: My folks will understand. Come on, what kind of friend would I be if I walked out on you now?
Jan: You've helped me so much already. Your friends are so mad at you. You'll lose everything if you continue to stand by me.
Shawn-D: I don't care what a bunch of immature kids think. I make my own decisions.
Jan: What about Belle?
Shawn-D: Never mind about her. You get some rest, and I'll, uh, I'll come back later and I'll pick you up, and I'll take you home.
Jan: Where are you going?
Shawn-D: I got some important things I got to go take care of.
Jan: You have to leave?
Shawn-D: Don't worry. I said I'll be back, and I will.
Philip: I wish Cynthia would just get over it and leave me and Chloe the hell alone.
Mimi: Man, you and Chloe -- I thought your relationship was dead in the water. You've sure been one tempestuous couple.
Philip: Well, now it's better than ever. Anyway, it will be, as long as that witch keeps her mouth shut. You keep your mouth shut, too.
Mimi: Hey, if you want to tie yourself down to the opera diva, it's your funeral. But, hey, I'm curious. Does Brady Black know about your big reconciliation?
Philip: Let me tell you something. Cynthia can't come between me and Chloe, and neither can Brady. Okay? We were meant to be together.
Belle: Chloe, listen. The only reason that I watched that video is because I thought it was an episode of "Friends" that Brady taped for me when I was in Las Vegas, and me watching it was like an accident. But you watching it would be like torturing yourself, so please don't do it!
Chloe: Which one is it?
Belle: There is no point to this.
Chloe: Where is it?! Where is it? Damn it, I don't need protection! I need to know the truth!
Belle: No! Chloe --
Chloe: Is this it? Okay, show time.
Belle: Please, Chloe, I am begging you, don't do this.
John: Hold on a second. Let me get the door. Are you thirsty? Can I get you something?
Greta: Oh, no, no, thank you.
John: Are you sure?
Greta: Yeah.
John: Hey, hey, everything all right?
Greta: No, not really, but, um, I didn't come here to complain. You know, I often, um, I think back on my childhood and the part you played. You meant a lot to me when I was a little girl.
John: You know, I don't remember a whole lot about that time. Probably just as well for me, though, you know?
Greta: Yeah, I know.
John: Yeah.
Greta: But, uh, you were the closest thing I ever had to a Father, so I-I remember every single time you came to visit.
John: And I couldn't have loved you more even if you were my daughter.
Greta: No. Sometimes I still wish that you were my Dad, but, um, you can't have everything you want in life, now, can you?
John: No, you can't. You know, Greta, you got a gift, you know, for making friends, creating family... what I'm talking about is, when Bo first brought you here, you were a stranger to everybody, and now look at yourself. You've made a hell of a contribution to this town, sweetheart, and we are so lucky that you decided to settle here.
Greta: Not so much as decide as it's just kind of...happened. You know, that's what my life has been about -- a bunch of random happenings. I started off in Paris and then New Orleans and then the swamp and now here in Salem.
John: And you made the transition beautifully, proving you are a true princess, through and through.
Greta: Well, I hope I make this next transition just as well.
John: What, you're planning on what, making some changes?
Greta: Even though I've made so many friends here in Salem, I just feel like, uh, that there has to be something else out there waiting for me, something that -- that I have to explore, and if I don't leave, I will never really find my true potential. Do you understand?
John: Yeah, yeah. But I hope that means that -- you're not thinking about leaving us, are you?
Greta: Well, I think it's the only way. You know, what I'm looking for obviously can't be found here in Salem, so... I guess what I'm trying to say is goodbye.
John: Oh, no way. No, no, no way. You're making me so sad.
Greta: I'm sorry. No, don't be sad. I mean, I'm going to call, and I'm going to write, and I'll keep in touch, and maybe I'll find my happiness out there somehow.
John: Hey, well, you know, you'll always have a second home right here. You remember that, okay?
Greta: Thank you.
John: I'll always love you, Greta.
Greta: I love you, too, John.
Jack: Can't we just forget the Vegas disaster? I know I'm the best man for the job, Oliver. If you go through my portfolio again and reacquaint yourself with my strengths as a reporter and an editor --
Oliver: Too late, Jack. There's no denying your talent, but I'm looking for a package you can't deliver -- stability, which you don't possess, respect for others, which you don't even know the meaning of, and honesty -- well, what can I say? You're not wired for honesty, Jack. No wonder your ex-wife doesn't want anything more to do with you, and the way you treated that beautiful princess was shameful. I won't even go into how you played my son for a fool.
Jack: But that was all a misunderstanding.
Oliver: Yeah, you lied up one side and down the other, Deveraux. I am not hiring you, and that's that.
Jack: Your loss, Ollie. You'll never find an editor of my caliber.
Oliver: I've already decided on someone who's worth 100 of you. Good riddance, Jack.
Jennifer: Hey.
Greta: Hey.
Abby: I'll miss you, Greta.
Greta: Oh... I'm going to miss you, too, Abby. Can I ask a very special favor of you? I didn't have very much room in my suitcase, and, between us, I want to leave a little piece of myself here in Salem.
Abby: You're giving me your crown?
Greta: I have a whole bunch of 'em. I have...A receiving crown and a coronation crown and a meeting foreign dignitaries crown. It was given to me in honor of all my work with children at the orphanage, and I would really, really like you to have it, Princess Abigail.
Abby: Wow, just wow. Mommy, will you help me put it on?
Jennifer: Oh, yes, baby, of course. Here we go, Princess Abigail.
Abby: Thank you, Greta. I can't wait until the next show-and-tell day.
Jennifer: Oh, my goodness, I think you just made her entire year.
Greta: I hope I have a little girl just like her someday. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've really come a long ways since I came to Salem.
Bo: Please don't cry. Hey. I seem to recall you smiling, maybe even laughing back there when I couldn't see anything. How about letting me see that smile again?
Bo: Hmm?
Greta: Goodbye, Bo. I'm sorry. I guess I'M... I'm not as strong as you thought I was, but I will never forget you.
Greta: Oh, my God. It's Father John.
Marlena: Greta, who was your mother? Maybe if you could tell John her name, it might strike a chord with him, hmm?
Greta: Her name was Gina, but a lot of people called her Princess Gina.
Bo: The worst is over. You got nothing but a bright future ahead of you.
Greta: Yes, I do.
Bo: Yeah.
John: You look beautiful, Greta, just like I knew you would.
Greta: Thank you, Father John.
John: Father John. Well, ahem, as your spiritual adviser... I must advise you to prepare yourself because every young man in Salem is going to be lined up to take you out.
Bo: To Greta -- a bright and beautiful woman with an amazing future ahead of her. Thanks for letting us share this moment with you.
Greta: I would like to thank you, Bo, for everything. All of you. Will, uh, will you say goodbye to Bo and Hope for me? Tell them that I love them and that I will be praying for them and the situation with the baby.
Jennifer: Sure. So, um, are you going to go to Europe?
Greta: I don't want to say too much right now. My first priority is dealing with my Father. I realize that I am never going to find Mr. Right until I resolve things with the first man in my life.
Alice: Well, you'll always have a home here in Salem.
Greta: Thank you, Mrs. Horton. Thank you so much for taking me under your wing. I love you.
Alice: Anytime.
Greta: And, you, from one princess to another, be very kind to your subjects.
Abby: I'll try to be just like you.
Greta: Okay.
Jennifer: I just -- I just really hope that I can be as brave as you are.
Greta: Are you kidding? You are a Horton, and Horton women rock!
Jennifer: Oh, my goodness.
Greta: Oh! I love you guys.
Jennifer: We love you so much, Greta. And you take care of yourself, you hear? Let me help you with your bags.
Greta: I've got it.
Jennifer: Are you sure?
Greta: Oh, my gosh, yeah, I got it all right downstairs. Bye. Love you all.
Abby: Love you, too.
Alice: Goodbye.
Brady: Why do you look like your goldfish just died?
John: I saw Greta. She came to say goodbye. She's moving on with her life, which in her case means she's leaving Salem.
Brady: Moving on.
John: Mm-hmm.
Brady: Well, there's a lot of that going around these days.
John: Yeah. Still, I'm going to miss her. What do you mean by that -- "there's a lot of that going on"?
Brady: You'll find out.
John: You're damn straight I'm going to find out. I don't want to play any games here. One of my favorite people is cutting out on me now. Come autumn, my daughter is heading off to New York City. I feel like I'm losing all my kids.
Brady: Dad, chill!
John: I'm not going to chill, and don't blow me off. Now, if you're planning on leaving Salem, you're going to tell me about it right now.
Belle: Don't watch it.
Chloe: Stay away, Belle.
Belle: I don't know how you can stand to look at this.
Belle: Chloe! Chloe! Chloe, wait! Chloe, I knew watching that video was going to be a bad idea. Please talk to me! Where are you going? Chloe! Chloe! What do you want?
Shawn-D: An explanation.
Jennifer: You know what, sweetie? I know that you're going to miss Greta and so am I, but we can write her a lot, okay?
Abby: Can we send her a present, since she gave me a crown? I have to reciprocate, right?
Jennifer: Reciprocate? Yes, very good. And I think it would be lovely if you sent her something.
Abby: How about some of Great Gram's cookies?
Jennifer: Especially if Gram's special recipe wins the contest you entered.
Abby: We're going to win, I'm sure.
Jennifer: I'm sure, too. And you know what? Judging by the smell coming out of the kitchen, I think Gram's in there right now whipping up a batch of those cookies. Why don't you go see?
Abby: Okay.
Jennifer: Okay.
[Telephone rings]
Jennifer: Hello?
Oliver: Jennifer? Oliver Wentworth.
Jennifer: Mr. Wentworth, hello. Look, I-I apologize for everything that happened in Las Vegas.
Oliver: Don't you apologize. You're not responsible for your ex-husband's antics, Jennifer.
Jennifer: Well, that's what I keep telling him.
Oliver: Well, you stick to your guns. You're one powerhouse of a young woman, Jennifer. You did an excellent rewrite on my speech to the stockholders -- just tremendous. Best speech I ever gave.
Jennifer: Really?
Oliver: Mm-hmm. You impressed the hell out of me in Vegas. So much so, that I've got a surprise for you.
Jennifer: What kind of surprise?
Oliver: Well, listen, I'm running late for a meeting, but you'll be hearing from me soon. And trust me, you're going to love it. And P.S. -- Best thing you ever did was dumping Jack. [Dial tone]
Jack: I know why I'm carrying a suitcase, but...
Greta: I'm leaving Salem.
Jack: Oh, no, Greta, no. Why?
Greta: It finally hit me that I am never going to find my happiness here. I have too many loose ends out there that -- that need tying up.
Jack: I hope -- I mean, I know I am part of why you're leaving Salem, and for that, I am deeply sorry.
Greta: I would like to believe that.
Jack: You know, you're the... you're the best, most loyal friend that I have ever had. And I-I hope that you can forgive me for hurting you.
Greta: Not now. Not yet. But, hey, I'm not the kind of girl that holds a grudge, so... who knows? Maybe one day. Goodbye, Jack.
Jack: Goodbye, Princess.
Jack: What the -- oh, no. Jennifer's kicked me out of the house.
John: Don't tell me you're going to New York City, too. Oh, for crying out loud! All my kids are leaving me, is that it?
Brady: Dad, come on, I'm almost 21 years old. It's time I got out on my own.
John: Yeah. So, where are you going, son?
Brady: Take a look.
John: Are you serious? This is what you want to do?
Mimi: You just keep living in your dream world, Philip.
Philip: It's t a dream. Chloe and I will be together next year in New York. Come on. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Hey, Jan, it's Philip Kiriakis. Do you have an apartment for me yet? Yeah, yeah, the village would be great, but I need to be on the West Side -- Lincoln Center, Juilliard, that neighborhood. Yeah, yeah. You can do that? Great, great. Chloe, hey, I was just --
Chloe: I hate you! Don't call me, don't try to talk to me, and I never want to see your lying face again!
Belle: I don't have time to talk to you, Shawn. Chloe needs me.
Shawn-D: You're a real good friend, aren't you?
Belle: Look, I don't know what your problem is, but it's like I told you this morning -- you need to stay out of my face and stay out of my life!
Shawn-D: I guess you didn't think that I would find out.
Belle: Find out about what? What are you talking about?
Shawn-D: You killed Jan's baby.