Days Transcript Tuesday 8/3/04

Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 8/3/04 - Canada; Wednesday 8/4/04 - U.S.A.

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Proofread By Niki

Mimi: It feels so strange getting all dressed up so soon after... my brother passed away.

Rex: You want my opinion? It's good for you. I mean, for one thing, I mean, you look beautiful. So you're doing a good thing for the world, and for another, you putting on that dress means you feel hopeful for the first time, and that can't be a bad thing. I love you.

Mimi: I love you, too. So how about scrapping the big plans for tonight and just getting some onion rings at Buddy's Burger Barn? We can't afford the Penthouse Grill.

Rex: Look, there is no way. I've been bartending my buns off at Alice's, and I've saved enough in tips to give you a great night out, so don't even try to talk me out of it, all right?

Mimi: All right, all right. But promise me that you won't get into it with Philip tonight. Let's the four of us just try and have a good time.

Rex: I don't approve of the way he's moving in on Belle. It's too soon.

Mimi: Why don't we let her decide that? Personally, I'm so mad at Shawn for dumping my best friend, maybe Philip was the right guy for her all along.

Philip: Shawn, you had your chance, buddy. As long as I thought you were gonna stay with Belle, I was a perfect gentleman. I never let her know how I feel. But if you're gonna treat her like she doesn't matter as much as your damn motorcycle, well... I'm gonna tell her how much I love her... just as soon as she's ready to hear.

[Telephone rings]

Belle: I've got it, Philip.

[Ring]

Belle: Hello?

Jan: Hi, Belle, it's Jan. How you doing?

Belle: Okay, but I really can't talk right now. I'm on my way out to dinner.

Jan: With who?

Belle: Rex and Philip are taking Meems and me out to the Penthouse Grill. I'm really not in the mood, but I have to eat, I guess.

Jan: Wow, that's so freaky. My fiancé's actually taking me there tonight.

Belle: Okay. So Jan finally unveils her mystery man. Look, I really have to go. I'm sorry.

Jan: Okay. See you later.

Jan: Good news, sexy. You're finally gonna get your wish. I'm gonna let you see Belle.

Brady: Nicole, your ideas on Titan's merger with Liberty Corporation were right on the money. I forgot how good you are at all this.

Nicole: Yeah, well, it crimps a girl's style when her husband keeps her in a pumpkin shell, even if he does keep her well. Fancy clothes and top-shelf vodka don't make a life, not for me.

Brady: I can see that.

Nicole: Oh, shoot. You know what? I left a crucial paper for this report in my office. I want you to think of two ideas to maximize our profits before I get back.

Brady: Got a deal.

John: I'm gonna have a word with Brady, then we'll head over to the Penthouse Grill. I've been thinking about those smoked oysters all night. I've always heard they acted as a --

Kate: No, that's okay. That's okay, I've heard that, too.

John: Thanks.

Brady: Dad, what's up?

John: I'll make this quick and to the point.

Brady: Okay. Sounds intense.

John: It is. I want you to quit titan, effective immediately.

Kate: Where did I put that lipstick?

Kate: Lucas... my poor, deluded son. I hope Sami turns down your marriage proposal. It's better she breaks your heart now than ruin your life forever. [Knock on door]

Lucas: Well, I guess it was too much to hope for.

Sami: Yeah. Too much. I'm not marrying you -- not now, not ever.

Mickey: Oh, Julie... I am so glad that you accepted our invitation tonight to dinner at the Penthouse Grill. Once you give her a chance, I know that you and Bonnie are going to be great friends. Ha ha ha ha.

Julie: Just when I thought it couldn't get worse.

Mickey: Why, what is it? Oh.

Bonnie: How y'all doin' tonight?

Caroline: It was uncanny. They reproduced my garden exactly... down to the 20 tomato plants and a double row of corn stalks.

Victor: I haven't grown my own food since I was a boy in Greece. Thank you for letting me help.

Caroline: I think it's the first time in history that a bunch of vegetables have saved a woman's sanity. You know, digging the earth makes me feel... real, you know, in this very unreal place.

Victor: Yes, me too.

Caroline: Oh, come on, Victor, admit it. You miss having Henderson ring the bell for dinner.

Victor: Not at all. In fact, standing here looking at you right now, I can't think of a single thing that I miss about Salem.

Caroline: Oh.

Roman: Hello, Ma.

Caroline: Oh, hello, Roman.

Roman: Victor.

Victor: Roman.

Caroline: Uh, how are you and Abe coming on that machine you made -- the one that's supposed to get us off this island?

Roman: Well, it hasn't worked yet, as far as I know.

Caroline: Oh.

Victor: It's very ambitious, trying to make contact with the outside world.

Roman: It could work. We moved the contraption over to Marlena's penthouse. She's there watching it now. What the hell?

Caroline: Huh.

Roman: Where in the hell did these come from?

Caroline: I don't know. They weren't there when we went out to pick vegetables. They look as if they're invitations.

Victor: Yes, but invitations to what?

Roman: And from who?

[Morse signal beeping]

Marlena: We're trying to reach you. We're trying to send you a message. Won't somebody please hear us?

Philip: Wow.

Mimi: Cool extensions.

Belle: Thanks. You look nice. The uniform -- very spiffy. I would've been ready sooner, but I got this bizarre phone call.

Philip: Yeah, from who?

Belle: Jan Spears.

Mimi: Who does she think she is? You guys were never even friends.

Belle: To say the least. But it's okay. I'm in the mood to cut everyone a break these days.

Mimi: Even Jan?

Belle: I'm trying not to me e enemies if I can help it.

Rex: Well, as long as you didn't invite her to have dinner with us.

Belle: No. No. No, but the weird thing is, Jan said she was gonna be at the Penthouse Grill tonight with her fiancé.

Philip: Really.

Mimi: Oh, get out.

Belle: Think of it as a floor show. We get to witness Jan Spears putting the screws into the guy, live and in the flesh.

Philip: All right, all right.

Shawn-D: You're gonna let me see Belle?

Jan: That's just the type of sweetheart that I am.

Shawn-D: So that means you're gonna let me out of this cage.

Jan: I said "sweet," not insane.

Shawn-D: Okay, if you say so.

Jan: I'm not crazy.

Shawn-D: Then you're a liar, because the only way I could see Belle is if you were to let me out of this cage.

Jan: You're not using your imagination. You are going to see Belle...

Jan: On this.

Shawn-D: I'm gonna watch Belle on a computer screen?

Jan: You are gonna have front row seats for tonight's entertainment, all without having to leave the comforts of your very own cage.

Shawn-D: All right, Jan, what have you been doing -- spying on Belle all over Salem?

Jan: Oh, this movie hasn't even been made yet. It shoots later tonight. Let me pitch the story to you. It's classic -- boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy watches girl make it with his best friend.

Shawn-D: Wow, that's original. But didn't I tell you I'm not buying this crap between Belle and Philip, okay? So when the hell are you just gonna give it up?

Jan: They have real movie chemistry. You know, I was gonna go for PG-13, but they're so hot, they just might push it all the way to "R," even "X" rating. Bye. Have fun watching Belle in Philip's arms!

Shawn-D: Damn you, Jan.

Lucas: I thought I had gotten through to you. I thought you wanted to be happy, but obviously, you have no intention of going to the Penthouse Grill with me, do you?

Sami: What, so that you can get down on one knee and ask me to be yours? Yuck! I'd much rather take your mother's advice.

Lucas: Oh, yeah, what was that?

Sami: I'm gonna stay home and wash my hair.

Lucas: Fine, that's it. I never want to see you again. Never again, starting right this moment!

Sami: You've got it.

Kate: And that's exactly how it better happen... for your own good, Lucas. It's the only way you'll ever realize how bad Sami is for you is if she turns your proposal down flat.

Lucas: Ahem.

Lucas: Well, I guess I have my answer.

Bonnie: I needed to get my mind off things. Anyhow, I figured I needed to get duded up pretty swank for the Penthouse Grill. Ha ha ha ha. And I needed to get my hair done extra-special to go out on your arm, Mickey. Do you like it? I went for a new look.

Mickey: Well, it's -- it's very impressive.

Bonnie: When we walk into the Penthouse Grill, I want heads to turn!

Julie: They will. Believe me.

Bonnie: You really think so? Ha ha ha ha!

Roman: We got three of 'em. Ma, Victor, and this is mine.

Maggie: Oh, good. You all got one, too. I was so worried I was the only one.

Caroline: What do they say?

Maggie: I haven't opened it. I wanted to talk to you and Abe before I did anything.

Roman: Good thinking, Maggie. I'll read mine first.

Roman: "You are cordially invited to cocktails, dinner... and a slice of real life this evening at the Salem Towers Penthouse."

Caroline: Penthouse? That's where --

Roman: That's where Doc lives. Yeah, I better get over there.

Victor: Good idea.

Roman: You gonna be all right, Ma?

Caroline: Oh, yes, Victor's here with me.

Maggie: I'll go with you to Marlena's, Roman.

Roman: Okay, let's go.

Victor: Roman is about as subtle as a Mack truck. He doesn't want me anywhere near you.

Caroline: Roman knows that he's free to express his opinion, but he also knows I make up my own mind. And I want you here.

Victor: I'll stay as long as you want me.

Caroline: What do you suppose our mystery host has in store for us tonight?

[Morse signal beeping]

[Beeping continues]

Marlena: [Gasps]

Philip: Gaston!

Gaston: Monsieur Kiriakis, good evening. Tina will show you to your table. Enjoy your dinner, sir.

Philip: I'm sure we will. Thank you. Come on.

Belle: Monsieur, huh?

Philip: What can I say? You're out with a classy guy.

Mimi: You go ahead, hon, okay? I'm gonna call my Mom and Connor and make sure they're okay.

Rex: Well, I'll come with you.

Mimi: You're the best.

Jan: Actors in their places in 5...4...3...

Jan: Coming at you live from the world-famous Titan Towers, I bring you the story of a man and a woman.

Jan: Two star-crossed lovers, kept apart since childhood, finally brought together by the tragic disappearance of someone close to both of their hearts.

Shawn-D: Circumstance? You kidnapped me, you bitch!

Jan: [Sighs] Better turn the volume down. Okay, now...

Jan: Oh, Shawn, can't you see how in love Belle and Philip are? It's like you never even existed.

Shawn-D: Damn it! Why is this happening? Why is she doing this?!

Jan: Look, I'm doing this for us, Shawn, so that we can be together. Besides, they make such a nice couple. Belle will be much happier with Philip. You want her to be happy, don't you?

Mimi: Damn it, Jan, you're still the same evil bitch you always were. Only this time I won't let you get away with it.

Lucas: No, the way you look says it all. It tells me just how stupid I was to think we could actually have a future together.

Sami: Lucas, don't go. I have something to show you.

Sami: So, um, was that worth the wait?

Lucas: Oh, yeah. Does this mean you'll be coming with me to the Penthouse Grill?

Sami: Yeah.

Nicole: Well, you must be confused, Kate. This is Titan. You don't work here anymore, remember? Well, I'm in charge here now, and I'll destroy your ass just because I can. Just because I would love to take you down. You know, I would have done it a long time ago, but Victor wanted to protect his son's mother. But now that Victor's dead, nothing's in my way.

Kate: Victor is dead, but the murder investigation is alive and kicking. And Bo Brady thinks you're the murderer. And he'll stop at nothing to prove that. And once that happens, the only thing you're gonna be operating is the prison laundry.

Brady: Dad, this is about not trusting me, isn't it? When are you going to understand that I'm a grown man who's able to make his own decisions?

John: Who ever said I didn't trust you? But I don't feel good about you working with Nicole, just like I didn't feel good about you working with your grandfather. You see, their business and moral ethics are not in line with the way I always raised you.

Brady: I see you're ignoring reality again. My grandfather did not corrupt me. In fact, I started my own division here at Titan -- the music division. It's going very well.

John: Yeah, and I'm proud of what you've done, but you should be doing it at Basic Black. Don't turn your back on the family business, son.

Brady: With all due respect, Titan is also my family's business. We're not having a great year, so we need to restore the stockholders' trust in us.

John: "In us"? I can only assume you're talking about you and Nicole.

Brady: We work well together.

John: So I was right. It all boils down to Nicole, doesn't it? So you have chosen your grandfather's widow over your father.

Bonnie: [Laughing] Now be straight with me, Julie. Do you like my duds? I am aiming to cause a sensation at the Penthouse Grill.

Gaston: Good evening, Monsieur Horton, Madame Williams.

Julie: You are so busy tonight, Gaston.

Gaston: Oui, but I always have Monsieur Horton's table available.

Mickey: Ha ha! Thank you, Gaston.

Gaston: Thank you, sir. Tina will show you to your table.

Mickey: Fine.

Julie: I'll be right there, Uncle Mickey.

Tina: This way, Mr. Horton.

Mickey: Thank you.

Julie: Uh, Gaston, I'm sure I can depend on your keeping things on the Q.T.

Gaston: Discretion is my middle name, Madame. How may I be of service?

Julie: Well, there is a blonde -- a tacky blonde. She'll be dressed in a cowgirl outfit. She is a working girl, if you get my drift. She's out to get my Uncle Mickey. If she shows up here tonight, things could get very ugly quick.

Gaston: Never fear, Madame. The Penthouse Grill knows how to deal with such women.

Julie: Ah, Gaston, I knew I could depend on you.

Gaston: Merci Beaucoup.

Julie: [Chuckles]

Man: Sorry, ma'am.

Bonnie: I'm not. Wait, I am. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Watch the dress, man! Excuse me!

Bonnie: Yoo-hoo-hoo! Julie, come back! Hello! What's the verdict on my outfit?

Julie: Couldn't be more perfect.

Bonnie: Whoa! If you like it that much, I'll get one for you. I'm pretty sure they come in plus sizes. [Laughing] Come on.

Mickey: [Laughing]

Julie: We'll see who has the last laugh, Lockhart.

Maggie: I don't see how our host, whoever he or she is, can be planning a dinner party in Marlena's apartment without any of us knowing anything about it. I mean, wouldn't there be some kind of preparations going on by now?

Roman: You would sure think so, yeah.

Marlena: Aah!

Maggie: Oh, my God.

Roman: What the hell? [Morse signal beeping]

Roman: Marlena, don't move a muscle. Maggie, you too. Any sudden movement could provoke that snake.

Maggie: Is it poisonous?

Roman: It is very poisonous.

Maggie: Ooh!

Marlena: Aah! [Gasping]

Maggie: Oh, you poor thing. How terrifying. Are you all right?

Marlena: Thanks to Roman.

Maggie: I'll get you some water.

Marlena: No...

Roman: Marlena, are you okay?

Marlena: Oh, my gosh, what if you hadn't been here?

Roman: But I was here. You're okay, do you hear me? You are okay.

Maggie: I found this in the kitchen. It's an invitation.

Marlena: What do you mean? I've been here the whole time by myself.

Maggie: Well, you thought you were alone.

Roman: Yeah. We all got these damned invitations.

Marlena: What is happening here? Who is doing this to us?

Maggie: I'm sorry to spring this on you, but I found something else in the kitchen. And you're just not going to believe it.

Shawn-D: Mimi! Mimi! It's Shawn! Damn it! It's Shawn! Mimi! Mimi, can you hear me?!

Mimi: It's Shawn.

Jan: Excuse me?

Mimi: No, I won't excuse you, you bitch. I heard you talking to "Shawn" just now. That's why you came to the Penthouse Grill tonight.

Jan: I'm meeting my fiancé here for dinner, actually.

Mimi: Uh-huh, so where is this mystery man, besides in your mind?

Jan: He's running late, but he's meeting me here later.

Mimi: Jan Britney Spears, you are so lying your head off right now.

Belle: You're being such a good friend, Philip. I wish I could be half the friend you deserve.

Philip: Belle, you are. Now open up that wine list. You want white or red?

Belle: Look, seriously, Philip, you've got a woman you're in love with, and instead of being with her, you're taking care of me tonight. It's not right.

Philip: It's more right than you know. I mean, it's not your fault. I just haven't told you yet.

Belle: Told me what?

Philip: How I really feel.

Belle: But you did tell me exactly how you feel. Philip, the time you spend with me could be the time you could be spending with the woman you're meant to be with. You don't want some other guy to steal her away before you even get the chance to tell her how you feel.

Philip: Well, that's where you come in, Belle. I'm -- I'm practicing on you. I'm building up my confidence so that when the time is right, I can tell her how much I love her.

Belle: And you'll live happily ever after.

Philip: That's what I'm hoping.

Belle: It'll happen. I just know it.

Mimi: You lying, double-crossing witch. I can't believe I ever hung out with you.

Jan: Well, you are still the same loser that you always were.

Tina: Miss Spears, your fiancé just called to say he's still running late. He said for you to go ahead and order without him. I'll take you to your table.

Jan: Thanks so much. See, like I said, he's running late. Poor baby. He's so busy at work making piles of money.

Rex: Don't let her get to you.

Kate: Look. Belle and Philip are over there.

Belle: [Laughing]

Philip: [Laughing]

John: Looks to me like they're on a date.

Kate: Mm-hmm. Should we go over and say hi?

Rex: Mom. Hey, it's good to see you out for the evening.

Kate: Oh, it's good to see you. Mimi, I am so sorry about your brother. How are you holding up?

Mimi: As well as you could expect. Rex thought it would be good for me to get out of the house. Thank God I have him to get me through.

Kate: It must be awful for your mom. [Murmuring]

Man: Oh, my God.

Bonnie: Yes! Scotch!

Gaston: Good to see you, Monsieur Horton.

Mickey: Hi there, Gaston. Do you have our reservation? Table for three, huh?

Gaston: Excuse me. I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot seat this woman at your regular table, sir.

Mickey: What?

John: Why can't Brady see what Nicole's doing? I mean, the kid's smart, the kid's --

Kate: He's book smart. That's no match for Nicole. When she goes after a man, believe me, there isn't anything she isn't capable of.

John: I'm sorry she was attacking you that way.

Kate: I can handle myself with Nicole, believe me. But I really think it was very nice of you to come to my defense. It was very gallant.

John: Well, it's important for me to protect the people that I care about.

Kate: I'm honored to be on your list. You're on my list as well, you know. I actually think we have a lot in common -- unfortunately including two children who are making such huge mistakes in love. You with Brady, me with Lucas. No offense, but Sami -- Lucas proposed to her tonight, and she turned him down, which, believe me, I am terribly grateful for, but Lucas is such a masochist. He cannot just count his blessings. No, he has decided to ask her to marry him again tonight in public... if she agrees to go out with him.

Kate: He's alone. Looks like she turned him down. Okay, he's gonna be heartbroken. I know that, but it won't last long. Should we invite him to sit with us?

John: He's not alone.

Lucas: I hope you're ready for the most romantic night of your life.

Sami: As long as you realize that this doesn't mean that I've accepted your proposal yet.

Roman: What did you find in the kitchen?

Maggie: A banquet table.

Marlena: A banquet?

Maggie: Absolutely huge. It's laden with the most extraordinary buffet. Food for the Gods. Fruits and cheeses and different wines -- and excellent vintage, I might add.

Marlena: This isn't possible, Maggie. It's not possible. I was here the whole time. I would have seen or heard somebody coming in here and doing that.

Maggie: Well, maybe you fell asleep or you got distracted.

Marlena: No, I didn't. I was awake writing in my journal. I was conscious the whole time.

Roman: Doc, don't beat yourself up. There's absolutely nothing normal about our situation on this damned island.

Marlena: Whoever came her must have seen this device. They know we're trying to contact the outside world.

Roman: Maybe, maybe not.

Marlena: I can't stand not knowing what's going to happen next.

Roman: Well, look at it this way. We got a kitchen full of food. All that's left for us to do is go get dressed, because we are going to have a party, whether we want one or not. I have a yeast infection.

Nicole: Let me guess -- your dad wants you to go back to Basic Black and never see me again.

Brady: I always said you were smart.

Nicole: Well, don't keep me in suspense, Brady. What did you say?

Brady: Well, I'm still working here. What does that tell you?

Nicole: Telling your dad to back off, huh? Way to go.

Brady: I said that his concerns were misplaced, and even if they weren't, I'm a big boy now. He doesn't have to play Daddy anymore. You were gone a while. Where's the file you said you were going to get?

Nicole: Oh, you know, I was thrown by the visitor in reception. I totally forgot about the file.

Brady: Visitor?

Nicole: Yeah. Your dad's close friend and colleague Kate Roberts Brady. You know, they just left here arm in arm.

Brady: Mm, they're both lonely. Can't blame them for that.

Nicole: Yeah, well, they feel just fine blaming me, and so does the rest of this town, except for you, Brady. Why is that?

Brady: Well, I know what a good person you are. You wanted me to go to Vienna to see Chloe. That was a very selfless act. I think it's only a matter of time before the rest of Salem sees you in the same light that I do.

Nicole: I wish that I -- I could be that optimistic.

Brady: Well, I think I can give you lessons on how to look on the bright side over dinner.

Nicole: Dinner.

Brady: Well, I think I owe you for helping me out with the Liberty Corporation.

Nicole: Ah. Well, in that case, I'd love to.

Brady: Friend.

Nicole: Colleague.

Gaston: It is inconceivable that I would seat country royalty at the ordinary patrons' table. This young lady deserves our very best.

Julie: She's not a lady, she's not young, she's not royalty -- country or urban.

Gaston: But I am looking at Bonnie Lockhart, am I not?

Bonnie: You sure are, Frenchie.

Julie: His name is Gaston.

Gaston: The creative genius behind Alice's country bar.

Mickey: Ha ha ha. That's my little bon-bon.

Gaston: Oh, enchanté, mademoiselle.

Bonnie: Ooh, likewise, I'm sure. Ha ha ha ha.

Gaston: I know royalty when I see it, Madame. Perhaps you need glasses. Tina, take the Horton party to my favorite table.

Tina: Sure thing.

Bonnie: You all scoot with Tina. I want to give my Mimi a big hug. Ha ha ha. Oh, sweetheart, did you hear that? Your mama is royalty. Ha ha ha. Ahem. Here's $50 for you, Frenchie. Next time, you ride the bull for free.

Gaston: Merci Beaucoup. Ha ha ha ha.

Bonnie: Oh, baby, ain't you going to say nothing? Ha ha ha ha.

Mimi: Yeah. Mom, your son just died. What are you doing?

Bonnie: Mimi, your brother Patrick is not dead.

Belle: It looks like you're going to have a new sister-in-law.

Philip: What?

Belle: Sami's here.

Belle: That must mean she's going to accept Lucas's proposal. Isn't that great? Ha ha ha.

Jan: Poor Shawn. It looks like Belle has moved on with your best friend.

Shawn-D: What the -- what -- what the -- what are you doing? Belle. What are you doing? Belle! Belle!

Jan: Ow.

Rex: Mm. Interesting piece of jewelry.

John: Kate, I know you hate it, but we have to let our kids make their own mistakes. You can't always be there to protect them. Speaking of mistakes...

Gaston: Good evening.

Kate: [Sighs] I'm sorry.

Lucas: You haven't accepted my proposal yet... because I haven't asked you in the way you deserve to be asked.

Lucas: Samantha Jean Brady... will you marry me?

Roman: Hey. Hey, how you doing?

Marlena: Oh, hello, Caroline.

Roman: Hello, Ma.

Marlena: It's good to see you.

Caroline: Hi, darling. Well, here we are. We have no idea why.

Roman: Yeah, right.

Victor: Are we all assembled?

Roman: Well, uh, Maggie went after Alice. Uh, uh, listen, uh, Ma...

Caroline: Yes?

Roman: Could I, uh, just have a moment to speak with you alone?

Marlena: Why don't we, uh, give them some privacy?

Victor: Yes, of course.

Roman: Thank you.

Caroline: I know. I know what you're going to say, Roman. You disapprove of Victor moving into the pub. You've made that clear.

Roman: Victor is not just any guy.

Caroline: No, he's not. He's someone who cares about me, and been a long-time friend, and having him around makes -- it's very comforting. Oh, Roman, will you please stop looking at your mother she's some sort of brazen hussy? I'm not being unfaithful to your father any more than you're cheating on Kate by living in this penthouse with your ex-wife.

Roman: Mom, wait a hell of a minute right there --

Caroline: What?

Roman: No, no, no. That's entirely different. We got the machine set up here. I can't leave Marlena unprotected.

Caroline: The situation is no different. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Victor: This is a good year.

Marlena: Well... our host has spared no expense. [Gasps] Is that -- is that who I think it is?

Kate: I am going to put a stop to this charade right now.

John: No, I think you need to go over to Lucas and Sami and give them your blessing.

Lucas: Maybe Mom was right. Maybe I made a huge mistake.

Nicole: God, not her.

Brady: It's my sister.

Belle: I'm not afraid, Philip. Are you?