Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 5/20/02
Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Niki
Brady: How'd this get here? Hello? Anybody there?
Belle: Surprise!
John: Ha ha! Whoa!
Belle: Happy Birthday, Brady!
Brady: I-I said I didn't want a fuss.
Belle: Like we were just going to give you a card.
Brady: Hey, Dad, this was probably your idea, wasn't it?
John: Well, it was her idea.
Marlena: Okay, well, you brought it up.
Brady: Okay, I get -- you're covering up for each other, I see.
Marlena: The truth is, none of us thought of it.
John: No, somebody else thought of it.
Brady: Who?
Belle: Chloe. [Barking]
Victor: You're family. I want you there.
Philip: Now, Dad, I told you, I'm an adult now. I make my own decisions, and this is one of them.
Sami: [Sobbing] Brandon. Brandon, please wait.
Jack: Threatened by Dr. Murphy? That phony baloney, humorless, arrogant --
Nicole: Gorgeous, charming, sexy, smart. Trust me, Jack, if the fire dims between my brother and Jennifer, she will be cozying up with Colin Murphy because he is so hot, it hurts.
Colin: Please know that sending you away was the last thing I wanted to do. You weren't wrong about the feelings between us. I was very close to being head over heels in love with you. I have a feeling you've been waiting to hear those words for quite some time.
Rolf: It won't be easy, Alexandra. In order to get what you want, you must be prepared.
Lexie: Well, what's in here?
Rolf: Allow me.
Lexie: What is it?
Rolf: Your salvation. But there is a price attached -- a rather heavy price. If you want your child back, a life must be sacrificed.
Lexie: So... tell me. Who's going to die?
Rolf: You must be prepared to do this, Alexandra, no matter how difficult it might be.
Lexie: Just give me a name, Rolf. Just tell me who it is.
Rolf: Your son Isaac.
Bo: Hope, don't force it. I mean, you got a better chance of recovering those memories if you just relax.
Hope: Bo, I don't know if I can calm down enough to sleep.
Bo: Well, just leave that to me. [Accordion playing]
Hope: Did you arrange that?
Bo: Oh, no.
Hope: I thought you wanted to get me to bed.
Bo: Yeah. A little romance usually does the trick.
Hope: Oh, really? Well, you're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you, Brady?
Bo: Damn straight.
Hope: Bo, look. I know him.
Bo: You do? Who is it?
Hope: It's you. It was you, Bo.
Bo: What the hell are you talking about?
Hope: You were a mime, like him. This is the clue I needed to find out who Isaac's biological father is. Bo, I'm sure of it.
Sami: Brandon, please. I need your help.
Brandon: Samantha, I told you after your wedding to Austin fell apart, I'm not in the Samantha rescuing business anymore. Where you go, what you do, and who you do it with -- I don't care. It's not my business.
Sami: Really. Then why were you trying so hard to make me jealous of you and Jennifer on the dance floor just now?
Jack: You underestimate your own appeal, Nicole. Dr. M. will be far too busy dancing with you to think about dancing with anyone else. As far as your brother goes, Brandon does not understand the emotional ties that Jennifer has to me.
Nicole: [Scoffs] Get real, Jacko. Brandon totally has his act together, and you're still living with your mother.
Jack: This conversation has gone way too deep for me.
Nicole: Oh, leaving so soon? You're not going to ask me to dance?
Jack: I would, but you might say yes.
Victor: Will you excuse us, Jack?
Nicole: Mm, sorry, but Jack just invited me to dance.
Victor: Well, un-invite her.
Jack: Nothing would make me --
Nicole: I'd love to. Shall we?
Jack: Must we? Ow, ow, ow, ow.
Nicole: Grin and bear it.
Bo: Okay, hold on here, Hope. So you're saying that I look like this mime guy, and that's the clue to who Isaac's father is. H-how do you come up with that?
Hope: I don't know. I don't know. But for a moment there, I could've sworn --
Bo: You know what? I'm not going to give you any more chocolates.
Hope: You are making fun of me.
Bo: No, I'm not, Hope, but the idea of an arch snob like Gina falling for a... street performer... it's just --
Hope: Okay. It does sound kind of crazy when you actually hear it out loud, but... I'm telling you, there's something about that mime -- something really important.
Lexie: No. No! Not my baby. If -- if you hurt my son in any way, I swear --
Rolf: No, no, no. Of course, you misunderstand me, Alexandra. I would never hurt your child.
Lexie: Then what are you talking about?
Rolf: Isaac must be non-existent to everyone in Salem except you and me.
Lexie: What?
Rolf: If everyone thinks that Isaac is no longer of this earth, then you and he will be free to assume new identities and move to Europe. No one will ever come after you again. No more need for a life on the run.
Lexie: But -- but how do we make everyone think that my son is de-- no, no, I can't even say it.
Rolf: Look, you don't have to say or do anything. Just leave it all to me, my laboratory, and a little help from my friends.
Nicole: Ow! You know, Jack, who taught you how to dance -- Frankenstein? You stepped on my toes at least a dozen times!
Jack: Well, considering --
Nicole: Well, you know, just get me another vodka martini.
Jack: Another? You don't fool around.
Nicole: I have to sit down until the swelling subsides.
Jack: Of course.
Nicole: Hey, and get me some ice.
Colin: At some point, you're going to have to say something, even if it's out of politeness.
Jennifer: What do you want, Colin? Am I supposed to be thrilled that if things had been different, which they weren't, that you might have felt something for me? Is that supposed to be flattering? Is that supposed to make me feel good?
Colin: Clearly, you were deeply hurt by the way I acted in Ireland. For that, I am truly sorry. But for you to claim it didn't matter, that there was never anything between us, forgive me for being blunt -- you're lying.
Jennifer: You know, I have come across a lot of egos in my life, and you know what? Yours ranks right up there with so many --
Colin: If it's not true, then prove it. Kiss me. See what happens.
[Telephone rings] [Ring]
Chloe: Hello.
Belle: Chloe, where are you?
Chloe: In bed.
Belle: Are you okay?
Chloe: Yeah, I'm fine. Better. I-I didn't sleep very well last night, so I was just taking a little nap.
Belle: Oh. Well, I hope you're feeling well enough to come over to Brady's loft. Since you were the genius who suggested we throw Brady a birthday party, it would be a little weird if you weren't here.
Chloe: Okay. I promise I'll be there.
Belle: Okay, I'll see you soon.
Chloe: All right, bye. Oh, stop worrying, sugar. A party may be just the medicine that I need.
John: All right, my son, now, this tea is all the way from Long Island, so sip it, son.
Brady: All right, Dad, let me get the door, and I'll be right back.
Marlena: Somebody's knocking on your door.
Brady: I know. I'm coming. What the hell are you doing here?
Philip: To wish my favorite nephew a Happy Birthday.
Brandon: Samantha, I did not dance with Jennifer to make you jealous. I'm here with Jennifer because she is beautiful and sexy and fun.
Sami: She can't give you what you want, Brandon.
Brandon: The "Dear Abby" of Salem speaks. Excuse me.
Sami: Look, you're going for the happily ever after, same as me. You're not going to find it with Jennifer. Deep down, you know I'm right, even if you can't admit it.
Nicole: Where's that ice?
Jack: Right here, darling. Right here.
Nicole: Thanks for the drink, Jack.
Jack: Thank Colin. I put it on his tab.
Nicole: Ooh, very classy.
Victor: You two were less than impressive on the dance floor.
Nicole: That's my cue to leave.
Jack: Mine too.
Jennifer: You are the most arrogant man that I have ever met.
Colin: Should I take that as a no?
Jennifer: You are the last man that I would ever get involved with, Colin Murphy, and I thank God that there is not a chance in hell that I ever will.
John: 21?! Get out of here! The kid's 21. [Sniffs] Something sure smells good in here. What is it?
Marlena: Well, this is all of Caprice's favorite recipes.
John: All right, ladies, my sleeves are rolled up. Give me something to do. Come on.
Brady: I'm finally -- I'm finally ready. Here you go.
Philip: Thank you.
Belle: Thank you.
Brady: And don't worry, there is no alcohol in that or that.
Belle: Wow. Iced tea. Now I know summer's around the corner.
Brady: Okay, listen, I want to make a toast to your last summer in Salem before both of you ship off to New York.
Philip: Oh, you just can't wait to get rid of us, can you?
Brady: Put a sock in it and drink, all right? To your futures.
Belle: Uh, wait. And to family... no matter what conflicts we may come across, may we always work our way back to each other.
[Knock on door]
Philip: Cheers.
Brady: Cheers.
Philip: That must be my Dad.
Brady: Help yourself. Yeah, go ahead.
Marlena: Soup?
Philip: Chloe.
Chloe: Hi.
Philip: Hi.
Chloe: Hey.
John: Well, hello, Chloe.
Belle: Hey, Chloe.
Chloe: Happy Birthday, Brady.
Bo: We sit here much longer, we can watch the sun come up.
Hope: Right. We should get back to the hotel. Isaac will be waking up soon.
Bo: Yes, he will.
Bo: Your pousse café, sir.
Hope: Oh, my God.
Bo: What? What is it?
Hope: I just saw you carrying drinks. Pousse cafés like those. Look.
Bo: Who? Irish coffees, maybe, but I wouldn't know how to make those things.
Hope: Hey, Bo, look, there he is.
Bo: Who?
Hope: Oh, grab my purse!
Bo: Hope -- hang on a second.
Bo: Pardon me, excuse me. [Horn honks] [Horn honks]
Bo: Hope, no! [Brakes screeching]
Marlena: Oh, hello, come on in!
Philip: I thought this was family only.
Belle: Philip, this party was Chloe's idea.
Philip: It was?
Brady: Yes. It was.
Belle: Yeah, you know what? Chloe, why don't we go into the kitchen and see if my Mom needs any help?
Chloe: Um, could you show me where the bathroom is?
Belle: Oh, yeah, not a problem.
John: Hey, I got an idea. Let's do something different this year around. What do you say we, uh, we open the presents before we eat, huh?
Belle: Oh, we never did that on my birthday.
John: Yeah, well, we're going to do it this time, so everybody gather around...
Brady: Sounds good to me.
John: Let's embarrass the birthday boy. Now, I'm sure everybody would know that Brady would be perfectly fine just sitting here sucking down pizza and checking the Cubs out on the big screen, but this is his 21st birthday!
Marlena: Whoo! Ha ha ha ha! And we have made all your favorite foods, and we've got special presents, beginning with one from your daddy.
Brady: Ah, an envelope, of course, yeah.
John: Mm-hmm.
Brady: All right.
Belle: Nice wrapping.
Brady: Nice card, Dad. It's great.
Marlena: Ha ha ha ha.
Brady: A seat on the board at Basic Black?
John: Mm-hmm.
Caprice: Whoa...
John: Read on, read on, read on.
Brady: And a $1 million donation in my name to the Toscana Foundation.
Belle: Wow.
John: And you decide how they should spend it.
Brady: Wow. You know, Dad, this -- this business stuff is great, but all work and no play makes Brady a dull boy.
John: That's a fact, son, so you better make good use of this. This fits into the ignition of a jet ski that's parked down at the Marina with your name written all over it.
Marlena: Oh, my God.
Belle: I want one, Dad.
John: Oh, no, you got to wait!
Brady: A jet ski?
John: Now, just make sure the old man gets to ride it every once in a while, all right, hmm?
Brady: You know, you got yourself a deal. Thank you.
John: Don't get -- don't get sappy on me now.
Marlena: It's too late.
Brady: I appreciate it.
John: Oh, no, wait. From Marlena.
Brady: Oh...
Marlena: Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Brady: Of course, you know, I could tell from the wrapping.
Belle: That's what I call wrapping.
Marlena: Well, well.
Brady: I've always been so bad at this.
Marlena: You're doing fine.
Belle: Uh-huh.
Brady: Oh, boy.
Marlena: Easy, easy, easy.
Belle: Oh. It's beautiful.
Brady: Oh, my.
Marlena: Well. It's from the same town in which your mom got her little glass figurines.
Brady: Thank you so much.
Marlena: You are so welcome.
Victor: And this is from Philip and me.
John: Well, the gifts just keep on coming, don't they? Ha ha ha ha.
Brady: Ooh.
Brady: Awesome.
Victor: My grandfather gave me one very much like it for my 21st birthday. Philip and I both agreed this one was meant for you.
Brady: Ooh. Thank you. Thank you very much. Philip.
Philip: Happy Birthday.
John: Very nice.
Marlena: Beautiful. Well done, Victor, Philip.
Belle: Okay, now it's time for my present.
Marlena: Ha ha ha ha.
Brady: Oh, yes, of course.
John: Top that.
Brady: All right.
Belle: I know you already have, like, five of these, but...
[Laughter]
Belle: I thought maybe you could use those to distract the batters on the opposing team when we go to the Cubs game next weekend.
Marlena: You two... look at that.
Belle: Box seats, so... it'll just be you, me, and 50,000 other screaming baseball fans. I'm so excited!
Brady: Belle, that deserves a hug. Come here. Thank you.
Belle: Happy Birthday, Brady. Oh, whoops. What's this?
Brady: I don't know. Let's find out.
Marlena: There you go. Excuse me.
Philip: Ha ha ha ha. A DVD of "The Sound of Music"? Who'd give a guy a sappy gift like that?
Brady: I've got a pretty good idea.
John: Happy Birthday to you
All: Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday, Dear Brady, Happy Birthday to you whoo!
Marlena: Come on! Now! Come on, make a wish, make a wish, make a wish.
John: Here we go, here we go.
Brady: All right, here we go. [Cheers]
John: I keep thinking he's going to pass out on the cake.
[Laughter]
John: Oh, that's too funny.
Caprice: Come to the kitchen and we'll slice the cake.
Brady: Mm-hmm, yeah. Yeah, by the way, I hear you, so...thanks. Yeah.
John: Ha ha ha! Cut that cake! Come on!
Marlena: There you go.
Philip: I'm glad you were able to come.
Chloe: Thanks.
Philip: I know you're upset about your audition. I'm really sorry about that.
Chloe: Yeah, well, let's focus on Cynthia. You haven't changed your mind about helping us, have you?
Philip: No, no, I said I'd do it, didn't I?
Chloe: All right, well, you need to quit stalling. We need info on Jan. We need to find out what she's up to with Shawn.
Philip: And we will. I'm going to go out on a date with Cynthia.
Chloe: Well, you may need to go out on more than one, but we need to make sure that Belle never finds out about this.
Belle: Finds out about what?
[Horns honking]
Bo: Hope, no! [Brakes screeching] [Horn honking]
Man: Sir, madam...
Bo: It's okay.
Man: Are you okay?
Bo: Merci, okay, uh, thank you, bye. What the he-- are you okay? Wh-what were you doing? You could've gotten yourself killed out there. [Horn honks]
Hope: Oh, my God, it happened. It really happened. It happened to you, Bo.
Bo: What the hell are you talking about?
Hope: I know the place where it'll all come back, where the rest of the memories are. Come on, let's go!
Lexie: There is no way in hell I'm having my child consume a drop of that poison!
Rolf: It's perfectly safe, Alexandra. Here. I'll prove it. Bart! Cocktails!
Bart: Cocktails? My favorite subject. One of your marvelous martinis, I'm hoping?
Rolf: Exactly. I must confess I've developed a mondo thirst for one of these babies. Between you, me, and the lamppost, they're killer.
Lexie: Bart --
Rolf: To Bartholomew, for his, um, bravery. And to Isaac, the youngest member of the DiMera Dynasty.
Bart: Ahh... you know, the thing about Isaac --
Lexie: Bart, Bart. What did you do to him?
Rolf: Not to worry, my dear. I've made him dead, that's all.
Lexie: He doesn't have a pulse. He's not breathing. Oh, my God, oh, my God. Call 911.
Brandon: Samantha, why are you so determined to come between me and Jennifer?
Sami: To save you from heartache.
Brandon: Why, because it's you I really want -- always have, always will?
Sami: You can be sarcastic, but that doesn't hide your true feelings -- not from me. You'll never forget the heat that exists between us, Brandon. And you want to know why? Because it's still there. I can feel it, and I know you can, too. When you're ready to admit that, give me a call. Maybe I'll answer.
Colin: I'm sorry to have kept you waiting earlier.
Nicole: Never mind me. Someone else has been desperate to get a hold of you. It's been going off every 30 seconds. Something important?
Colin: It can wait. Care for another?
Jack: Psst!
Maggie: You know who that is, don't you?
Jennifer: Uh-huh.
Maggie: Okay.
Jack: Psst!
Jennifer: I thought you came here to romance Sami.
Jack: She's disappeared.
Jennifer: Oh, big surprise... after only one hour with you.
Jack: She's probably booking us a room at the Salem Inn.
Jennifer: Oh, you couldn't talk her into sharing the pull-out couch at your mother's?
Jack: I'll be getting a place of my own as soon as you cough up my first paycheck.
Jennifer: Well, with your salary, maybe you'll be able to afford a room at the "Y."
Jack: That will all change once I dazzle you with my latest super scoop.
Jennifer: That was your last assignment.
Jack: Not pooper scoop, super scoop... about the schizoid Irish doctor.
Jennifer: What do you know about Colin?
Jack: He's full of blarney, Jennifer. He's hiding something, and you and I have to find out what's going on.
Belle: Okay, you two, what is it that you don't want me to know?
Philip: That, um, I'm going to be working at .Com all summer, bussing tables and wiping trays. Can you believe that?
Chloe: Yeah, well, what do you expect? You threw a trash can through their window and trashed our favorite hangout.
Philip: Don't remind me. I'm lucky I'm not in jail.
Belle: It's not going to be that bad. All of us are going to have to work this summer.
Marlena: Everybody, supper's ready! Come on, buffet-style. Come and get it while it's hot!
Belle: Oh, great!
Marlena: Birthday boy. Belle, we've got your macaroni and cheese that you like.
Brady: Hey, Chloe, thank you for that DVD. That was -- that was pretty cool.
Chloe: I bet everyone else thought it was lame.
Brady: Well, I don't care what everybody else thinks. So, are you over your flu thing yet, your throat infection?
Chloe: Well, I walked in the door, saw you, and all my symptoms disappeared.
Brady: Well, I do have that effect on people.
Chloe: Ha ha ha ha.
Brady: You liked that, right?
Chloe: Yeah, very funny. Very cute.
Brady: Well, I like to make you laugh. Ha ha ha ha!
Caprice: Brady?
Brady: Caprice. Um, I want you to meet my -- my friend Chloe.
Caprice: Ah, it's lovely to meet you.
Chloe: You too.
Caprice: And this is my present to you, Brady.
Brady: Caprice... you shouldn't have.
Chloe: Oh, wow.
Brady: Oh, my goodness. Caprice, it's great.
Chloe: Where is it from?
Caprice: I brought it with me from Haiti. Legend has it that you can whisper all of your secrets, hopes, and dreams into it, and it will keep it for you until you are ready.
Brady: Ready for what?
Caprice: To share it with the one you love.
Lexie: Come on. Don't just stand there. Call 911!
Rolf: That won't be necessary. Look, Alexandra.
Bart: Boy, that martini sure has a kick to it.
Rolf: Hmm. See? Good as new. And upsy-daisy.
Lexie: Oh, God.
Bart: How'd I get on the floor?
Rolf: Oh, a simple case of exhaustion. You've been pushing yourself too hard.
Bart: You wouldn't believe the dream I had. There was this chick in hot pants bouncing on a trampoline, and I was the only spotter.
Lexie: Are you sure you're all right?
Rolf: Oh, it's nothing a good night's sleep can't cure. Come on. Sweet dreams, Bartholomew. Yeah? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Say the word, Alexandra. The sooner we begin, the sooner you will have your son, this time forever.
Hope: This is the pier from my dream. Look. This is the kiosk, Brady.
Bo: That's great.
Hope: You were right. It wasn't a dream, it was a memory.
Bo: Of your life as Gina.
Hope: I was here with the man who fathered my son.
Bo: Do you remember his face?
Hope: Oh, gosh, I want to so clearly, but I can�t. I can't see it.
Bo: It's okay. Take your time.
Hope: Just tell me I'm not losing my mind, am I?
Bo: Oh, of course you're not losing your mind. This pier looks like the one from your dream. You got us here without using a map. You're obviously remembering your life as Gina.
Hope: And I'm going to remember who Isaac's biological father is. I'm sure of it.
Jennifer: Look, I don't know what you have in your head about Colin, but I'm not interested, okay?
Jack: Jennifer, you hired me on as a Cub Reporter, but I know a scoop when I smell it. Now here's the plan --
Jennifer: No! You have to get over yourself. That's a better plan. And while you're at it, you need to stay away from Colin and Brandon and any other man that I choose to spend time with. Your current scoop is K-9 poop. Now get out there and start digging.
Colin: It's me. What's so urgent? Damn it. How did that happen? No, don't do that. This is how we have to play it, just like in Melbourne. I've got to go. Good. We'll speak.
Jennifer: So, is your offer for next weekend still on the table?
Brandon: It is. But you should know, if you agree to come, I want this trip to be different than Vegas, you know? I want to go to a place where no one, especially Jack, will find us.
Jennifer: Yeah, I want that, too. So let's do it, just you and me. Let's really get to know each other.
Brandon: My pleasure.
Brady: All right, come on, everybody, get your fortunes.
John: Yeah, bring it on.
Caprice: It's a family tradition.
John: That's a fact.
Marlena: Already one pointing towards me, is that --
John: I'm doing this one right here.
Marlena: Okay, okay.
John: Yep, this one. That's good.
Caprice: So, she is the one?
Brady: The one?
Caprice: For what it's worth, I like her.
John: What's your fortune?
Victor: I think it's time to go, son.
Philip: Yeah, yeah, you're probably right.
Belle: You know, Philip, I just -- I wanted to thank you for coming, because it really meant a lot to me.
Philip: Hey, you know I'd do anything for you, Belle, don't you?
Belle: Yeah.
Philip: I'll see you, Chloe.
Chloe: Bye, Philip. Good luck.
Belle: Good luck with what?
Philip: Oh, beats me. I'll see you.
Belle: I'm going to walk you to the elevator. Ha ha. Watch it.
Philip: Hey, thank you, everyone. Everything was nice. Happy Birthday, Brady.
Marlena: Thank you, Philip.
Philip: Wow, I'm stepping on your toes.
John: Thanks for coming by, Philip.
Belle: I'm walking them to the elevator. I'll be back.
Brady: Hey, Chloe, the party was a great idea. Thank you.
Chloe: I had a really good time, too, but I think it's time that I get going.
Brady: Well, I'll drive you home.
Chloe: No, that's okay. It's early. I'll walk.
Brady: All right, well, you can't leave without a fortune from your fortune cookie, okay? Hang on. Caprice?
Caprice: I saved this one for you.
Brady: It's not for me. It's for the lady.
Caprice: This one is broken. Let me get you a fresh one.
Chloe: There's no need.
Brady: You can't go life without a fortune. I mean, it's very important. What would you do without a fortune?
Chloe: Okay.
Caprice: Here you are.
Chloe: Oh, uh, thank you. This one. I will save it until I get home.
Brady: It's no fair.
Chloe: I'll tell you about it tomorrow. It better be good luck.
Brady: Or I'll never hear the end of it, right? Come on.
Chloe: My purse. Bye.
John: Good night.
Marlena: Good night, Chloe.
Chloe: Good night.
Marlena: Nice to have you here.
John: So, Caprice, I want to see that fortune cookie that you pocketed.
Caprice: It's nothing.
John: Your intuition was working overtime to make sure Brady and Chloe didn't see that fortune cookie. Let me see it. [Breaks cookie]
John: "Your angels are near."
Marlena: Everything all right?
Rolf: Once Bo and Hope have returned from Paris with little Isaac, we will be ready.
Lexie: No, I won't have it.
Rolf: Alexandra, it's the only way you and your child can be together.
Lexie: No, I won't have my child swallowing some toxic substance on the off chance that you got the dosage right.
Rolf: I've researched this carefully, Alexandra. I know the proper dosage. As a fellow scientist, I'm asking you to trust me.
Lexie: No! Forget it. You're a lab rat. I'm a physician. My first oath is to do no harm, and that goes double for my son. So you just get this sick idea out of your head. And if you so much as mention it again, I'll have you fired, whether my Father likes it or not.
Rolf: Very well, Alexandra. You have spoken. And now the plan must go forward without you. Stefano will not tolerate defeat, and nor will I. So now you must leave little Isaac to me.
Hope: It's here, Brady. I'm telling you, the key is here.
Bo: Hope, we don't have to resolve this right now. We can come back once you get some sleep.
Hope: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Bo, it's happening.
Hope: Oh, Bo.
Hope: Oh, my God. It's you. It was you, Brady.