Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 6/28/04 - Canada; Tuesday 6/29/04 - U.S.A.

Provided By Eric
Proofread By Niki

Jan: I have got something that I know you cannot resist. I even brought you the sports page so you can catch up on the baseball stats. How is my little slugger doing today, huh? Is he a hungry boy?

Shawn-D: You let me out of this cage right now, or I swear to God, Jan, I will kill you.

Belle: Shawn never misses a race, dad. I mean, it used to drive me crazy. I could parade in front of the TV completely naked --

John: Izzy, stop!

Belle: Dad, not that I would ever do that! Look, the point is, Shawn loves Nascar almost as much as he loves me, so this plan is definitely going to work. You can still get me on the telecast, right? It's not going to be a problem?

John: You're on. You are going to make your pitch on live television in front of a national audience so your dear Shawn can come home to you.

Belle: And that's all it's going to take. I know, once Shawn finds out what happened and realizes how much I miss him, he's going to come home to me.

John: Baby, doesn't Shawn already know how much you miss him?

John: I mean, didn't you ask him not to leave Salem, and he left, anyway? Now, I know you don't want my opinion, but I think if Shawn was going to come back, he would've done it by now.

Belle: You don't know Shawn the way I do. He loves me too much to walk away forever, and I know things are going to work out.

John: Listen, he already broke your heart more than once. I don't want to see it happen again.

Belle: It won't. Dad, I have faith in the love that Shawn and I have. Are you going to be there for my pitch on air?

John: No. I'm sorry, baby, I can't make the race today.

Belle: Why not?

John: Because I'm working on a few things here.

Belle: Details, Dad.

John: Well, for starters, I am trying to clear your mother's name, trying to find a little bit of justice here. And then I gotta work on your brother and get him out of Nicole's clutches... for good.

Crystal: [Groans] Coffee, coffee... oh... you've got some sugar to go with your coffee. Crystal needs some eye candy, too. Where does John Black work out? I could sneak into the men's locker room and watch him soaping up. Is it getting hot in here?

Nicole: You're a dipstick, Crystal. Your days on this planet are numbered, are you aware of that?

Crystal: Well, then let me die happy with hunky John on top of me.

Nicole: Hunky John would love to see us rot in prison to pay for Marlena's death.

Crystal: Well, he can't prove that we set his wife up to be shot. Mmm... cherry preserves.

Nicole: If john gets his way, you and I are toast.

Brady: Is that a confession?

[Knock on door]

Julie: Uncle Mickey, are you decent? Are you...alone?

Mickey: [Chuckling] Come on in, Julie. Good morning.

Julie: You look 10 years younger.

Mickey: I feel like a kid again.

Julie: I cannot believe you were intimate with that -- I don't know what to call her.

Mickey: [Chuckles]

Julie: Well, actually, I know just what to call her, but you don't use terms like that in polite society.

Mickey: Well, Julie, I think being polite is a waste of time. And I haven't much time to waste. I am going to make the most of what I have.

Julie: And what about Aunt Maggie?

Mickey: Red was the love of my life, you know that. If I could get her back, I would do it in a heartbeat, but she's gone. She's gone, Julie. And I'm moving on, and that's exactly what she'd want.

Julie: You're not moving on. You're sinking.

Mickey: Julie, now, listen to me. I'm entertaining this conversation only because I am in a very good mood. And nothing you can say is going to change that.

Julie: I just can't believe that you would let a piece of trash like Bonnie Lockhart take advantage of you. She is nothing. She is nothing but a common, gold-digging man-eater, and you're not gonna have a nickel left when she's through with you.

Mickey: Well, maybe not, but, by God, I'll have a smile on my face.

Bonnie: Thank you, Mickey. You are such a gentleman... which is more than I can say for your gutter-mouthed, middle-aged niece.

Julie: How dare you.

Bonnie: At least I'm doing it to your face and not behind your back.

Mickey: She's right, Julie. You know, I think you owe Bonnie an apology. Hmm?

Hope: At least Abby's at camp. She's already lost her father. I don't how she could possibly handle losing her mother.

Bo: Hope, she's not going to lose Jen.

Hope: Bo, the plane that Jennifer was on lost contact with air traffic control.

Bo: Take it easy. I need you calm so you can help me figure out who tricked Jen into getting on that plane in the first place.

Hope: We have no idea where she is, Bo. We have absolutely no idea at all. And what about the baby? Do you know how close she is to delivery? Oh, God, what if we lost them both?

Bo: We have resources to draw on here -- the Salem P.D., the I.S.A., Interpol will all work together to figure out what happened here.

Hope: I've lost too many people -- Gran, Caroline, Daddy... we don't even know where our son is.

Bo: Hey, come here, come here.

Hope: I'm sorry. I'm not much good right now.

Bo: It's okay. You'll pull it together, 'cause I need you, your cousin needs you. Hey, Belle's going on air today to ask our son to come home. This Nascar idea -- it's a good one. He never misses a race. So... you ready to go to work, Mrs. Tough Guy?

Hope: I want to start by questioning Patrick Lockhart. He's gotta know more than he's telling us. He's been living with Jennifer and Abby for months. Come on.

Bo: Let's do it.

Man's voice: Jennifer. Jennifer.

Hope: That sounds just like Jack.

Bo: Damn it, Lockhart. You're involved in this, aren't you? Where's Jen?

Hope: Bo, Bo --

Bo: Who kidnapped her?

Hope: My cousin was very good to you. You owe it to her, to Abby, and to that baby to tell us everything you know about her disappearance.

Patrick: I would've told you before if I knew anything. I did figure out Jennifer's internet password, so I've been going through her files on the laptop. She got all these messages from Jack -- well, at least they say they're from Jack.

Bo: Messages from Jack. Yeah, right.

Patrick: Well, it had to be a setup. Somebody got important, intimate information about Jack and Jennifer and then sent her these messages so she'd believe that Jack is still alive.

Hope: That is despicable.

Patrick: Then they lured her to the airfield and got her onto that private plane.

Bo: Which has disappeared.

Hope: Patrick, think back. There has to be a clue to who's behind this.

Patrick: You don't need to follow me. I told you I'd stick to the plan.

Man: Good. Because if you don't, then sweet little Jennifer and her unborn baby are dead meat.

Bo: Lockhart. I've got a bad feeling about you. You haven't been in Salem for years. Out of nowhere, you show up, and in no time, you're living here with Jen. And now she's been kidnapped.

Patrick: I've got family here, okay? That's why I came back.

Bo: Oh, yeah. The Lockhart family. Your mom's single, working hard. I haven't seen you helping her out. Have you, Hope?

Patrick: Look, Jennifer insisted on me moving in here. She said she and Abby felt safer with me around.

Hope: She did say that, Bo. She said she felt safer.

Bo: Well, she's not safer, is she? You set her up to be kidnapped. Why don't you just come clean about it?

Patrick: Hey, man, I risked my life hanging on the wing of that plane as it was taking off. Now, why would I do that if I was in on whatever this is?

Bo: Maybe you're smarter than you look.

Hope: Bo. Let's just work together on this.

Patrick: That's the only way we're going to find Jennifer.

Bo: Okay, fine, let's see what you came up with on that laptop. Wanna take a look at this?

Hope: I need to make a few phone calls first, let the family know about Jennifer.

Bo: All right.

Julie: Apologize... to this? This flim-flam artist? This bra-popping, hillbilly hussy? Your libido is in overdrive, mister, or you wouldn't be so blind to her motives. I think she set her polyester cap for you the day after Maggie died. Yes, and her big, brawny son Patrick -- they're nothing but grifters from the gutter, putting their moves on the Horton family, and you're letting her do it.

Bonnie: I guess I know when I'm not wanted.

Mickey: No, uh, uh, on the contrary. You are most emphatically wanted here. I thought I made that clear to you last night.

Julie: Oh, God.

Mickey: No, Julie, you're the one who is not wanted around here... unless and until you tell my houseguest, Ms. Bonnie Lockhart, how sorry you are for disrespecting her, and how you promise that it will never happen again. [Telephone rings]

Mickey: Oh, here, let me get that. [Ring]

Julie: Okay. My uncle may never see you for what you are, but you'll never pull the wool over my eyes, sweetheart.

Bonnie: How can I... with all those bags and wrinkles?

Julie: You should live so long you look as good as I do at my age.

Bonnie: Oh, I'll look even better.... with Mickey giving me his special treatments every night. Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Julie: Blond and disgusting.

Bonnie: Ha! Last night was like an Olympic event, and big daddy was going for the gold. I haven't taken birth control in years. What if I get in the family way? Why, I might just have a little Horton bun in the oven right now.

Julie: Yuck.

Bonnie: Oh, Jules, you can't afford to get any more lines on that puss of yours.

Mickey: Well, all right, Hope, we'll be there as soon as we can. Oh, God.

Julie: What? Is it your heart, Uncle Mickey? What did you do to it?

Mickey: No! No, no. It's Jennifer. Something terrible has happened.

Julie: Oh, God, no.

Hope: Jennifer.

Bo: Whose side are you on, Lockhart?

Nicole: Look, Brady, we all know your dad is pressing hard to find a link between Crystal and Marlena's death, which doesn't make any sense because crystal was in lockup when Marlena was shot on the jail rooftop. She has a witness -- the guy who was guarding her.

Brady: Yeah, I know. I've heard that all before.

Crystal: It's all still true.

Brady: And it does seem to be an airtight alibi, doesn't it, Crystal?

Nicole: Well, so can't you get your dad to back off?

Brady: You don't know my Dad, do you? He specializes in hard-to-crack cases. That's why he was so successful in the I.S.A. And until he's satisfied that the evidence is solid, he's not gonna stop investigating. But you're innocent, Crystal. You didn't have anything to do with Marlena's death. So what's the problem?

Nicole: There is no problem.

Brady: You mean, there's no... smoking gun, Crystal?

Crystal: Die, bitch, die! Mm... no smoking gun. I mean, personally, I am so allergic to guns. I mean, they make me so nervous I break out in a rash, even just thinking about them. Oh, quick, make me think of something else. Um... so, Brady, what's your sexy daddy doing today? I mean, my idea of a dream date would be a bottle of champagne, John Black and me fooling around in the back of a limo... you think you could arrange that?

Brady: Well, actually, he said he asked you out last night, but you stood him up. So if you're so hot for him, why'd you turn him down?

Belle: Dad, maybe I should offer to let Brady have the loft.

John: Izzy, if Brady wants to leave the Kiriakis place, he has resources to get his own apartment. Unfortunately, Nicole's got some kind of hold on your brother, enough that he believes she is innocent until proven guilty.

Belle: Do you really think Nicole murdered Mr. Kiriakis?

John: I think she had an accomplice, but until I find that person, I really don't have any proof. Also, she might have been involved in the plot to murder your mother.

Belle: Oh, my God.

John: Hey, don't worry, baby. I am not going to rest until I find out who did this to your mother and why.

Belle: I know. And it really means a lot that you're going to do this, Dad, but even if you can clear Mom's name, she's never going to know about it. She's never going to be with us here again.

John: That's why you and I are going to keep her memory alive. That's why I'm grateful that we have each other.

Belle: Me too. Otherwise, I'd feel pretty alone right now. Hey, wish me luck. I hope Shawn comes back.

John: Hey. If that kid's got any brains in his head, he's going to double-time it back to Salem as soon as he hears your message on television.

Shawn-D: [Grunts]

Jan: Shawn! God -- can't breathe.

Shawn-D: Yeah, that's the idea. Now where's the key? Where's the freakin' key, Jan?! Where is it?

Jan: Ow! Shawn!

Shawn-D: I can't believe you kept me in here like a caged animal.

Jan: Because I love you, Shawn.

Shawn-D: Listen, would you shut up, okay?! I never want to hear your voice again!  

[Cellular phone rings]

Hope: Hello.

Belle: Hi. It's Belle. Look, I just wanted to check in with you and Bo before the Nascar race today. You guys still haven't heard from Shawn, have you?

Hope: No, sweetie, I haven't, but if I do, believe me, you'll be my first call. Listen, Bo and I are so grateful to you for doing this. Bo actually thinks it's -- it's brilliant.

Belle: Well, my Dad's the one who got in contact with the Nascar people.

Hope: It's still your idea.

Belle: Well, I want to spend the rest of my life with Shawn, so I have a lot of motivation to get him to come back home.

Hope: Honey, I wish to God that I could be there to support you at the race, but Bo and I are working on a case, and we just -- we can't get away. God bless you, Belle. I'll say a prayer for you today, okay?

Belle: Okay. I'll call you when it's done. Bye. Whew. Only a few more hours, Shawn, and then you'll hear my voice and come home to me.

Jan: I'm doing this for your own good, Shawn. If you could see inside of my heart, you'd feel how deep my love is for you. I didn't want to hurt you, but what else was I supposed to do, huh? Just let you get away? You're going to have a really bad headache. Shawn, can you hear me? I didn't hit you that hard, did I? You're not playing possum, are you?

Jan: Don't you know by now that you'll never get away from me? My love is just too strong. It's like a giant magnet, and it makes me strong. So don't think about trying anything. Do you hear me? Shawn, do you hear me?! Shawn. Shawn! Shawn, wake up! Shawn, wake up. You cannot be dead. Shawn!

Crystal: Anytime your dad wants to spend time with me, I am there. Look, I don't mean to be crude, but I am so totally hot for your dad -- unless, of course, I'm as sick as a dog, which I happened to be last night. I had a fever, and... I could hardly drag myself up the stairs last night to bed.

Brady: Really? 'Cause you didn't seem sick at all last night.

Crystal: Well, I'm an actress, remember?

Brady: You're not sick today, either.

Crystal: Guess I had one of those 24-minute things. Seriously, it was gone as soon as it came, just like some men I know.

Brady: Well, I'd better get dressed, start my day.

Nicole: Can't you keep your mouth shut around Brady?

Crystal: It's not that natural to me, to tell you the truth.

Nicole: I wonder if Brady's working with his dad. He sure was asking a lot of questions. I think he suspects you.

Crystal: Well, setting up Marlena was your bright idea. I am not smart enough to come up with an idea like that, and I think any judge could see that.

Nicole: Mm-hmm. I don't think Brady bought your pathetic spin about being sick last night.

Crystal: Well, I couldn't exactly tell him that earl the jail guard showed up at the party, no doubt wanting more of what I gave him to spring me from my cell the night Marlena was shot.

Nicole: You better hope that John doesn't find out about your deal with Earl.

Earl: Crystal, have you seen my gun and my keys?

Crystal: Oh, no, I haven't seen them, sweetums.

Earl: Well, maybe if you look on your bed. You know, maybe they fell out when we were --

Crystal: Oh, right. Uh, nope. Not here. That psycho bitch Marlena must have taken them.

Earl: How'd she get in here?

Crystal: Well, you haven't been paying much attention to your job, now, have you? Now, look, you don't want the warden to find out that we've been hooking up. I mean, you want to keep your job, right?

Nicole: Thank God you got out of that bar before earl saw you. Now we just better pray that John didn't strike up a little chat with him. I mean, John can't find out about your last boyfriend -- big earl from the big house.

[Doorbell rings]

Earl: What do you want?

John: Earl, I'm here to apologize. May I come in for a minute?

Earl: I got nothing to hide.

John: Thanks. Look, Earl, I know that I came on kind of strong with all those questions about my wife's death.

Earl: Yeah, you did.

John: I'd like to... as I said, I know it's not your fault, man. I mean, after all, my wife attacked you, and you got punished just for trying to do your job.

Earl: Yeah, well, now I don't have a job.

John: Can I make it up to you? I mean, as long as you are still under suspension at the prison, I kind of feel that it's my responsibility to make sure your family's taken care of, so that job that I offered you -- it still stands.

Earl: Forget it, Mr. Black. I don't want any favors from you.

[Knock on door]

Hope: Oh, Julie.

Julie: First Jack, now Jennifer and that innocent little baby.

Hope: Julie, please. We're trying not to think the worst. Yes, Jennifer's plane did disappear, but... the radar may have been unreliable. We don't know anything for sure.

Julie: Well, I know something for sure. You did it. You're responsible for whatever has happened to Jennifer.

Earl: I don't need any handouts, so you can take this job and shove it.

Woman: Earl, what the hell do you think you're doing?! You're turning down work, you lazy bum? What's the matter with you?

Earl: You stay out of this.

Woman: What kind of job is it? How much does it pay?

John: Well, I'd like your husband to do some consulting work for me, check out a security system where my son is staying. As far as the pay, I will pay him exactly what he made at the prison plus benefits.

Woman: He'll take it.

Earl: No, I won't.

Woman: Go work for the man, Earl, or don't come home.

Earl: [Sighs] Okay.

Woman: When does he start?

John: How about right now?

Woman: Perfect. Have fun.

Earl: Why do I think I'm going to regret this?

[Telephone rings]

Belle: Hey.

Brady: Ha.

Belle: Oh, my God.

Brady: Hi, Belle.

Belle: Hi. Oh, um, if you're looking for Dad, he's not here.

Brady: Where the hell is he?

Belle: A meeting. He's being kind of mysterious about it, actually. I think it's about the investigating he's doing about what happened to Mom. Look, Brady, um, Dad thinks Nicole might have something to do with Mom's death. Why would he think that?

Brady: He doesn't have any proof.

Belle: We're just worried about you, so maybe it's a good id--

Brady: No, no, no, no. Don't be worried about me. Come on, you're the one who's trying to get her boyfriend to come home -- and meanwhile, you invite his best friend to move in with you? Belle, that's not a good idea. Shawn's not going to like that.

Belle: Okay, Philip is a good friend of mine, and he needed a place to stay. Besides, Mimi's not using her room anymore, so what's the problem?

Brady: Philip has a long history of taking advantage of people. I just don't want to see my little sister get hurt.

Belle: And I won't. You're still mad at me for taking Philip's side about the concert hall, aren't you?

Brady: No, no, no, no. Hang on a second. You know damn well why Philip voted that down. He doesn't want Chloe coming home to me.

Belle: That is so not true.

Brady: And he doesn't want Shawn coming home to you.

Belle: Brady, stop it. You're wrong.

Brady: I'm trying to warn you -- if Shawn comes home, there's going to be a lot of trouble between Philip and him. I just want you to be prepared for that.

Jan: Oh, my God, Shawn. Shawn, I didn't mean to kill you!

Shawn-D: [Groaning]

Jan: I didn't, I swear.

Shawn-D: Oh.

Jan: Oh.

Shawn-D: Oh.

Jan: Shawn, you came back to me. Okay. Now don't you move. Don't you move. You could hurt yourself.

Shawn-D: [Groaning]

Jan: What a naughty boy you've been -- again. You are not going to get any ice cream after your little league game if you keep on acting up. Does it hurt? Here, let me help you.

Shawn-D: Ow, ow.

Jan: Look, I'm sorry, but you have got to learn to stop trying to run away. Why, huh? Why do you still want to go back to that loser Belle?

Shawn-D: Belle? Who's Belle?

Hope: Julie, why would you say that Patrick's responsible for what happened to Jennifer?

Bonnie: If she had a hangnail, it would be our family's fault. Isn't everything?

Julie: Jennifer kept a diary -- a diary. I am sure that Patrick and possibly even his mother have been reading it and have been gas lighting her. You know, she didn't start getting these messages from Jack, messages from beyond, until months after he died -- until Patrick had moved into the house. Don't you understand? Doesn't anybody get it? The Lockhart's are not to be trusted.

Mickey: Julie, please --

Bonnie: How about those bearer bonds that we didn't take that Patrick risked his life to get back? This is the thanks we get over and over again. We care about Jennifer. We don't want to see anything happen to her.

Hope: Patrick did risk his life last night trying to stop that plane from taking off. I do believe that you care about Jennifer, but I also believe that you are hiding something. Patrick, please, we're cops. Help us do our jobs or you could be putting Jennifer's life in terrible danger.

[Cellular phone rings]

Bo: Commander Brady. Yeah, Ruiz, what do you got?

Julie: [Sobbing]

Hope: It's going to be okay. It's going to be all right.

Bonnie: Patrick, you know who's done this to Jennifer, don't you?

Crystal: Some hair of the dog.

Nicole: Oh, no way. You have enough trouble thinking straight without a morning buzz. Look, John is getting way too close, so we have to go back to my original plan.

Crystal: I don't like your plan.

Nicole: Aw. Cayman Islands, here you come. It beats the county jail any day. Let's go. Upstairs. Get dressed, pack before I throw you out on the street, and I mean it.

Crystal: Okay. Okay.

Nicole: Go. What are you waiting for? One accomplice down, one to go. Too bad I can't shoo Jan out of the country.

Jan: Who's Belle? You really don't remember?

Shawn-D: I don't know what you're talking about.

Jan: Your ex-girlfriend. The slut who moved on with your best friend. You hate her guts. Remember now?

Shawn-D: No. Oh, my God, what's wrong with me?

Jan: Nothing. Nothing at all. She is an extremely forgettable person, trust me. Actually, you decided to leave Salem because you were trying to forget her and all the horrible things that she did to you. You want to forget them forever. This is the best thing that could have ever happened to you -- and me. And it calls for an extra-special treat. I will be right back, lover.

Jan: Mwah!

Belle: All right, Brady, if Shawn isn't good enough for me, and Philip isn't good enough for me -- which isn't even an issue -- can you please let me know when it's going to be okay with you for me to be happy in love?

Brady: Belle, all I want is for you to be happy, okay? Why can't you understand that? Shawn hasn't called you, e-mailed you, sent you a postcard. Your mother died, for God's sake.

Belle: He doesn't know that.

Brady: How can he not, Belle? You were going through hell when he left. He hasn't even checked up on you. What a selfish bastard.

Belle: Don't say that! Hey, we were talking about Nicole, and you just decided to turn around and attack Shawn and Philip, who has been nothing but good to me, even though you're living in his father's house with the woman that probably murdered him.

Brady: Belle -- will you just hang on for a second, please? Nicole didn't murder anybody, all right?

Belle: Look, Brady, if you're worried about me, imagine how I feel about you. I just lost my Mom. And Nicole could be dangerous. I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you.

Brady: Listen to me, okay? Everything is gonna be all right, because Chloe is gonna come home, and we're gonna be together. And most importantly, we're gonna find out the truth about Nicole once and for all.

Nicole: Here's to our new life. Oh, g-- aah!

Brady: Ahh...

Nicole: Ha ha ha ha. Sorry.

Brady: Oh, you think that's so funny, don't you?

Nicole: I think that's really funny.

Brady: I'll tell you what. Give me this.

Nicole: Oh, God! Aah! Give me that! [Laughing]

Brady: You know I hate to waste good champagne.

Nicole: We won't waste it. Not a drop.

Nicole: Ha ha. I can't wait to make that dream come true. Crystal, what the hell is taking you so long? Oh, damn it, I got to get that girl out of here before John Black ruins everything.

Earl: So you want me to work here?

John: Not too bad, is it?

Earl: Your son lives in this mansion, doesn't he?

John: That's a fact. And I want you to keep him safe. Your job is gonna make sure no one breaches security. You know, last time it happened, the owner got whacked.

Earl: Think that's gonna happen again? Is that why you brought me up here? Think I'll be the next one to be the big one?

John: Earl, are you any good at what you do?

Earl: You're damn right I am.

John: Then security's not going to be an issue, is it? I want to make sure that any criminal caught in this big house winds up in the big house.

Bo: No, I need that information now.

Patrick: Yes, Mom, I knew they were coming after Jennifer. And I ignored your advice and did whatever I could to stop it. But I'm still not giving up on her. I told Jennifer -- I promised her that I'd protect her and her baby, and that's exactly what I intend to do.

Bonnie: Patrick, you are making a big mistake.

Bo: Yeah, as soon as possible.

Hope: What did Ruiz say?

Bo: Still nothing on Shawn or Jen.

Hope: I did a background check on Patrick when he moved in here, but it was just a cursory one. I should have followed my instincts. I should have done an extens--

Bo: Hope, don't beat yourself up on this. There's one person responsible, and we're gonna find out exactly what Patrick Lockhart is hiding.

Brady: Dad.

John: Hey, kid.

Brady: I was just at your office. Belle said you were in a meeting.

John: Yeah, I'm glad I ran into you before you went inside. I just came from Earl's house. I persuaded him to take the job.

Brady: You did? Great job.

John: All right. Now it's all set up for earl to meet Crystal, and we're finally gonna find out what happened in the jail that night. I smell blood, kid. You mark my words -- there's no way Crystal and Nicole are gonna get away with what they did to my woman.

Nicole: You are booked on the night flight to the Caymans. You should have plenty of time --

Crystal: You!

Earl: You!

Nicole: Oh, no.

John: First of all, I'm not so sure this plan of yours is even gonna work.

Belle: It has to.

John: Listen, I don't want to hurt you. All I'm saying is, if you do this, if I help you do this, and Shawn doesn't come back, you're gonna make me a promise. You're gonna forget about him and just move on with your life.

Belle: Philip, it's Belle. I'm sorry I missed you. I don't know who else to talk to about this. I really need your help.

Jan: Now, let's start the day all over again, shall we? Here we go. We will not look at those anymore. We don't want to think about the "B" word. You still don't remember her, do you?

Shawn-D: No.

Jan: But you know me, don't you?

Jan: [Thinking] Oh, my God. Maybe I hit him too hard. [Aloud] Shawn, you know me, don't you?

Shawn-D: Of course. You're the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

Mickey: Well, as long as there's nothing we can do here, I'm going to take Julie home.

Hope: Thank you, Uncle Mickey. We'll let you know as soon as we hear anything. Hey... we never give up hope.

Julie: I know. I know.

Hope: We're gonna do everything we possibly can to make sure that Jennifer gives birth to that baby right here at University Hospital, safe and sound.

Julie: Oh, please, please, darling.

Bo: I'll talk to you soon, okay?

Mickey: Bye-bye.

Hope: Bye, Uncle Mickey.

Bo: Hey, listen, there's no reason for us to hang out here, either. I'm gonna go back to the station, do a more thorough check on Lockhart.

Hope: I'm gonna stay here and keep an eye on him.

Bo: No, you're not, Hope.

Hope: What, you want to run the risk of him leaving town? He's the only person who can lead us to Jennifer.

Bo: We'll haul him down to the station then.

Hope: We have absolutely nothing to charge him with. Besides, we need him to trust us as much as possible. I'm a cop. You don't trust I can take care of myself?

Bo: Yes, I do. It's him I don't trust.

Hope: After what happened to Jennifer, I will be so careful.

Bo: You will check in with me. You will not run off with him like you did last time, looking for Jen.

Hope: I will be careful. I just pray that by the end of today, our son will be home, and we will have found Jennifer safe and sound.

Bo: Yeah. Come here, come here. Ah... I love you, fancy face. I'm out of here.

Hope: Wait, wait. I love you so much.

Bo: It's gonna be okay. We'll find him.

Bonnie: Patrick, what are you doing? Jennifer and her baby may already be killed. Don't you be next. Do you see what that family's going through out there? Do not do that to your mother. I am already a nervous wreck as it is. I'm starving.

Patrick: I have to find Jennifer. I know exactly how I'm going to do it.

Philip: There's someone I want you to meet. Hey, Casey, come here.

Belle: Casey? Casey Mears? It's so nice to meet you. I don't know what to say.

Bo: Got the results of the I.S.A. background search on Patrick. Looks like your darling boy could be a killer.

Patrick: What's more important, being a good cop and arresting me, or letting me go so I can save Jennifer's life?

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