Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 1/2/07 - Canada; Wednesday 1/3/07 - U.S.A.

PLEASE CLICK TO DONATE TO OUR SITE!!!!

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Niki

Billie: It's Chelsea. Go, go, go get dressed.

Nick: Where am I supposed to go?

Billie: I don't know, just out anywhere. Here's your shoe.

Chelsea: Hey, I'm ho-- um... what happened here?

Hope: Oh, my gosh. You are the most -- there are no words to describe how beautiful you are. You've made Mommy and Daddy so happy. My sweetheart, thank you for bringing joy back into our lives. You know...no one...has ever gotten a better gift for the New Year. And you know what? Even if Patrick hadn't told us, I would have known that he wasn't your father because you look exactly like your daddy.

Bo: Is that a good thing?

Hope: You bet it's a good thing. Hey, Brady.

Bo: Hey, sweet thing.

Hope: Say, "Hi, Daddy."

[Knock on door]

Bo: Come in. Marlena.

Marlena: Yeah, Bo, I haven't had a chance to say congratulations yet.

Bo: Thank you.

Marlena: Wow, how is the new mommy doing?

Hope: I'm good.

Marlena: Yeah. Oh. Oh, my goodness. She is a beauty. I just had to come meet her.

Hope: Marlena, I am so sorry about John.

Marlena: Yeah.

Hope: Has there been any word?

Marlena: No, no. He's still in the operating room. The doctor hasn't been able to tell me anything yet. But I'm glad that we have this new Brady for...a different focus, something really happy to think about.

Bo: You know what? I'll let you ladies talk, okay?

Marlena: No, don't. Don't go. There's something that I'd like to say to you.

Belle: I just wish that they would tell us something. The longer the surgery takes, it's just a bad sign for my dad.

Shawn D.: Come on, you can't think that way.

Belle: Well, it's what my mother said and she's a doctor. I mean, they just got remarried. My family just got back together. I just -- I can't lose him. I just can't.

Shawn D.: I'm here for you, okay?

Mimi: Oh, Mom, thank God you're here. When Abe told me Patrick was arrested again...

Bonnie: They already transferred him to county. Can you believe that?

Mimi: I feel bad for him, but, Mom, at the same time, I'm so damn mad at him. I warned him something like this was gonna happen. And then you took his dirty money, so we're all involved in this now because he was stupid enough to get involved with E.J. Wells.

Bonnie: It's worse than that. [Sighs] The cops told me he kidnapped Hope.

Mimi: Well, that's what Abe told me, but I can't believe that he would actually hurt Hope or anyone.

Bonnie: He didn't hurt her. He gave himself up.

Mimi: Okay, then.

Bonnie: But before that happened, Hope went into labor, and Patrick helped her deliver the baby.

Mimi: Well, that should count for something. He stuck around to deliver his child instead of getting away when he could, right?

Bonnie: Only it's not his child. It's Bo's.

Mimi: You got to be kidding me. How can that be? Hope took a paternity test.

Bonnie: I don't know the details. All they're saying is that Patrick bribed Hope's doctor and made her lie and say that he was the baby's daddy.

Mimi: What?

Bonnie: Look, your brother screwed up really badly. He needs his family. Can we just please go to county now?

Mimi: Of course.

Bonnie: Thank you.

Mimi: But can we go in the morning? He's probably wiped out and I am, too. Abe was just questioning me about the skeleton Max and I found.

Bonnie: The what?

Mimi: Oh, sorry. I probably haven't told you everything about what happened in that church basement.

Bonnie: Uh, no, you probably haven't.

Mimi: Well, you've heard about skeletons in the closet. That's literally where this one was.

Bonnie: Stop with the jokes. Tell me what happened.

Mimi: We opened this closet door, and this skeleton fell on me. It was wearing a Civil War uniform, so we thought it was really old.

Bonnie: It isn't?

Mimi: The experts are saying it was someone who died more recently -- murdered and then taken to the church. The killer must have put that uniform on him. It's creepy, huh?

Bonnie: Murdered? And left to rot in an abandoned church basement? Oh, my God. Oh, no.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives.

Mimi: Why are you taking this so hard? It's not like the skeleton fell on you.

Bonnie: Do the police have any idea who this guy is? And why are they so sure he's been murdered?

Mimi: Abe said he'd keep Max and me informed, and whatever the police find out about the guy...

Bonnie: What, baby? What is it?

Mimi: [Sighs] There was this ring.

Bonnie: A ring?

Mimi: Yeah, we found it on the skeleton, and there was a little insignia on it, and don't ask me why, but it looked familiar.

Bonnie: Familiar to you?

Mimi: Yeah, there was something about the design. Are you okay? What is going on, Mother?

Bonnie: Your dumb ox of a brother is in the hoosegow. Now you're involved in some creepy murder.

Mimi: I'm not involved. Max and I just happened to find the body. We're not suspects.

Bonnie: Please. If the cops are sniffing around, no telling what they're gonna find.

Mimi: Thanks. That makes me feel a lot better, Mom.

Bonnie: I'm sorry, okay? This is a lot for me to handle. I really need to see your brother tonight. Can we just go to county, please?

Mimi: [Grunts] Okay.

Belle: Huh, that's weird.

Shawn D.: What?

Belle: You remember that lady that we met at the Java Café that day?

Shawn D.: Yeah, the one that was making a big fuss over Claire.

Belle: Yeah, I swear I just saw her down the hall. She was watching us, and I tried to make eye contact with her, but she ducked out of sight. That's kind of weird.

Shawn D.: Well, are you sure that she saw you?

Belle: Yeah, I'm positive. She had a little boy with her. Oh, maybe that was her grandson.

Shawn D.: Maybe he -- maybe he's sick or something.

Belle: Well, I'm gonna go see if I can find her. I'll be right back.

Shawn D.: How come?

Belle: Because she was really nice to us that day, and I want to make sure she's okay.

Shawn D.: Do you want me to come with you?

Belle: No, it's okay. I'll be right back.

Bo: Marlena, I-I shouldn't have asked John to take my place in that sting. Sorry about what happened to him. If there's anything I can do...

Marlena: No, you know what? What happened to John was not your fault. I said some pretty awful things to you in the E.R., and I do need to apologize. I was -- I was just sick with fear, and that's no excuse. I know that you were very frightened for Hope's life, as well. And you did what you felt you had to do, and John...did what he felt he had to do.

Bo: Well, you got to know he didn't want to break his promise to you.

Marlena: I never should have made him make that promise in the first place. I knew how much he wanted to help on the case. I would like you not to blame yourself or punish yourself for it. You've been a very good friend to us, and the last thing John would want would be for me to blame you for what happened for his actions.

Bo: Okay, thank you.

Marlena: Thank you for being our friend.

Bo: [Chuckles] If there's anything we can do, you just let us know.

Marlena: You know, there may be one thing you could do for me right away.

Bo: What's that?

Marlena: Before John went into the operating room, he...he was trying to tell me something.

Bo: What do you think it was?

Marlena: I'm not exactly sure. I was hoping maybe you would have a read on it.

Billie: [Yawning] Oh. You know, I just -- I fell asleep on the couch. I had a really, really bad dream. Obviously I was tossing and turning quite a bit.

Chelsea: Yeah, it must have been some dream.

Billie: Hey, you know, that was really rude of you not to be here when Nick showed up.

Chelsea: I was busy. Look, he'll understand.

Billie: I'm sure it was really important.

Chelsea: I was working, if you must know.

Billie: What? You were working? Where?

Chelsea: At Chez Rouge. And look at all the tips that I brought in.

Billie: So, you're waitressing?

Chelsea: Mm-hmm. 42 bucks. It's not bad, huh?

Billie: Chelsea, I am so proud of you.

Chelsea: Well, don't be. I got fired after one shift.

Billie: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. What happened?

Chelsea: Oh, that psycho that was living with Shawn, she got out of jail and wanted her job back, so...

Billie: So you were just her replacement.

Chelsea: Yeah. But it's okay. Maggie did me a favor. I mean, I wasn't much of a waitress anyway. But don't worry. I'll get another job.

Billie: Hey, do I look worried?

Chelsea: Actually, yeah. You kind of do. Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?

Nick: My belt. Oh, my God, my belt. My belt. Oh, my God.

Billie: There's nothing bothering me.

Chelsea: Mom, it's me. I know you. So come on, just spill it.

Chelsea: Mom, are you all right?

Billie: Yeah, you know, the holidays just -- they just wore me out, so I fell asleep in front of the TV.

Chelsea: Okay, well, I'll help you straighten stuff out later. Hey, when Nick stopped by, did he leave anything for me by chance?

Billie: Nope. Why, was he supposed to?

Chelsea: No, I guess not. I was just hoping that he found out who my mystery internet guy was.

Billie: No, he didn't say anything. Sorry, honey.

Chelsea: It's okay.

Billie: You know, Chelsea, it wouldn't hurt you to be a little nicer to your friends.

Chelsea: Who says that I'm not nice to them?

Billie: Well, it wouldn't have killed you to call Nick and tell him that you weren't gonna be here when he stopped by. It would have saved him a trip.

Chelsea: Mom, don't worry about Nick. Trust me, that kid loves doing stuff for me. It's great.

Billie: You're not interested in him, are you?

Chelsea: [Chuckles] Mom, you have seen him. What do you think? Look, Nick's a sweet guy. He is, really, but when it comes to Romance material, not so much. No, Nick -- he's, um, he's kind of like my little lapdog.

Nick: Lapdog? If that is what she thinks about our relationship, then I am done wasting my time. That's not true. I'm not done wasting my time. In fact, I'm not even really wasting my time if I can get her to change her mind. [Sniffs]

Billie: So, you know, I'm just tired, that's all. It's just the holiday season wore me out. I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

Chelsea: Okay. It doesn't look like that's all that happened.

Mimi: Mother! I am nervous enough without you doing that.

Bonnie: Sorry. Oh, baby.

Patrick: Hey, guys. Sorry to put you through this again.

Mimi: Is what they said true? You confessed?

Patrick: Forcing Hope to go away with me? Yeah.

Mimi: Patrick, what were you thinking?

Patrick: Look, I know it doesn't make sense. Nothing I've been doing makes sense and now I have to pay the consequences.

Bonnie: That all sounds good, but --

Patrick: Look, I know I'm gonna have to do the time. I know that. But I swear to both of you, I will never be in this kind of trouble again. I mean it this time.

Bonnie: It's good that you're being strong. I believe you.

Patrick: Yeah, well, Mimi doesn't. Go ahead, I'm ready for the "I told you so's."

Mimi: It just breaks my heart to see you in here again.

Patrick: Hey, hey, don't look so sad, okay? I'm gonna be all right.

Mimi: [Sighs]

Bonnie: Mimi, why don't you tell your brother about your adventure in the abandoned church?

Mimi: Mom, this is about Patrick and his situation right now.

Bonnie: I know, I know. Just take his mind off things. Tell him about the skeleton you and Max found.

Patrick: Whoa, whoa. You found what?

Mimi: Why are we gonna bother him with this right now? He's got enough on his mind, I'm sure.

Bonnie: I'm sure he'd be interested. Won't you, son?

Patrick: Yeah, yeah. I want to hear all about it.

Marlena: Bo, before John was taken into the operating room, he gained consciousness for just a moment. He opened his eyes, and then something really strange happened.

Hope: What do you mean?

Marlena: He was upset. He was agitated, and he grabbed my clothes and pulled me towards him, and he said, "killer." Killer -- that's all that he could get out.

Bo: Wells shot him. Could have meant him.

Marlena: No, I know John. I know that's not it. It's something much more meaningful, much more important than that.

Bo: "Killer." That's all he said?

Marlena: Yeah, he tried to say more. He just couldn't get any words out. I was hoping you might have some thoughts about it. I feel like such a failure. I can't believe -- I can't sort out what he was trying to tell me.

Mimi: Anyway, I guess he wasn't a Civil War Soldier after all. The cops say he was a murder victim.

Patrick: How do the police know that?

Mimi: They think that the murderer dressed his victim in that old soldier's uniform after he killed him and then moved him to that church. How long ago, nobody knows.

Patrick: Why a Civil War uniform, hmm?

Mimi: You think I know?

Patrick: No. God, you must have been scared out of your mind, huh?

Mimi: Yeah, if Max wasn't with me, I would have totally freaked out.

Bonnie: And the identity of the victim.

Mimi: They're doing forensics or whatever you call it. I'm sure they're gonna find out who this man was, but I just hope they can catch who did it.

Bonnie: Fascinating, isn't it?

Mimi: Why are we talking about this? We need to be talking about Patrick's defense and finding him a lawyer.

Bonnie: Yes, yes. That's gonna take money. Do you have any?

Patrick: No, the cops took everything I had, said it was ill-gotten gains.

Bonnie: Well, that's not good. 'Cause I don't know how I can help you.

Patrick: Oh, I do. You can pay me back the money you've been stealing from me the last few months.

Chelsea: Mom, not all guys are take-charge types. Guys like Nick, they enjoy being pushed around.

Billie: Nobody enjoys being pushed around, Chelsea.

Chelsea: Well, if you knew Nick just a little more, you wouldn't be saying that.

Billie: You'd be surprised what I know. And if you're not careful, you're gonna lose all of your friends.

Chelsea: God, my feet are killing me. I do not know how waitresses work 40 hours a week. [Chuckles] Well, well, well. Look at this.

Billie: You know, I'm exhausted. I'll do the dishes in the morning, and I'm gonna go up to bed.

Chelsea: Hey, Mom, um, who does this belong to? You are so busted. God, I can't believe I didn't figure that out. No wonder you've been acting so weird. It's because you had a guy here.

Billie: Where did you get that?

Chelsea: On the floor, under the couch.

Billie: It's probably Patrick's.

Chelsea: Oh, no, Mother, I don't think so. It's a little too small to be Patrick's. So, come on, tell me. Who were you with tonight?

Nick: Damn it.

Chelsea: Come on, Mom. Admit it, you had sex with somebody tonight. Don't be embarrassed. I think it's great. I mean, good for you.

Belle: Excuse me.

Beverly: Yes.

Belle: Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Belle Kiriakis. We meet at the Java Café the other day. Shawn and I were with our little girl.

Beverly: Oh, yes, of course. Nice to see you again.

Belle: Is that your grandson?

Beverly: Uh, no, just a child I'm looking after.

Belle: Oh, that's nice of you. I hope he's not sick.

Beverly: Uh, I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry.

Doctor: Mrs. Healy, thanks for waiting. I've got Eli's release papers.

Beverly: Oh, good, then we can go?

Doctor: I just need your badge number. Okay, thank you. That's yours, that's yours. All set. Eli, take it easy. Okay.

Beverly: Thanks, doctor.

Belle: Oh, I'll get it. You work for Child Protective Services?

Beverly: That's right. Now, I really have to be going. Eli's foster family's waiting for him. Come on.

Bo: No, you're right. John was trying to tell you something, but without more information, it's hard to say what it was.

Marlena: Well, he was -- he was agitated all of a sudden.

Hope: Do you know why?

Marlena: No, I don't know why. Steve and Kayla were there. Maybe they'd have an idea.

Hope: What did Steve make of it?

Marlena: I don't know. I didn't ask him. I was too upset.

Bo: I'll talk to Steve, see what he has to say.

Marlena: That would be good. Thank you. He just kept repeating "killer." I wish I knew what he was trying to say.

Bo: I'll tell you what Steve's thoughts are, and I'll check on our little girl. I'll be right back.

Hope: It's gonna be all right.

Marlena: I don't know. I don't know. He was hanging on by a thread when they took him into the O.R. All I know is I just can't lose him.

Bonnie: Please watch your tongue, son. I'm still your mother.

Patrick: Then start acting like it.

Bonnie: By giving you money I don't have?

Patrick: By giving the money you stole from me. I need a lawyer. And I don't want some overworked, underpaid public defender. I don't want to do 20 years here, okay?

Bonnie: I don't want that, either. If I had the money, I'd give it to you. You got to believe me.

Patrick: When-- where did this money go?

Mimi: I've been wondering the same thing.

Bonnie: Here. Search if you don't believe me.

Patrick: If this money is gone -- forget it.

Mimi: Patrick, I've got some cash. It's not much. It's just what I've saved from my two jobs. But it should be enough to pay for the retainer for the lawyer.

Patrick: Thanks, Mimi. I appreciate that. I swear to God, I will pay you back as soon as I can.

Mimi: You're my brother, and I know that you would do it for me if I needed it.

Bonnie: That's so good of you. I obviously raised you right. If you don't mind, I'd just like a moment alone with your brother.

Mimi: Whatever. I love you.

Patrick: I love you, too, Mimi. Thanks again, okay? Bye.

Bonnie: Listen to me. If the cops ever ID who those bones belong to, you and I are in major trouble.

Marlena: I'm sorry. I'm being so emotional. It seems like ever since I got my memory back, I've been having these little mood swings.

Hope: You've really been through the wringer. I mean, it's just been one thing after another for you.

Marlena: And then John was shot.

Hope: I know. This is the worst.

Marlena: You know, it's just been very recent that I felt like myself again. And John and I have been so, so close. I've always loved him, but I... didn't expect to have my feelings for him come back so much stronger, so much more powerful than before. And they did.

Hope: That's how it is for me and Bo, too.

Marlena: Oh. It's wonderful, isn't it?

Hope: Oh, yeah. I mean, come on, after all these years, you just never expect to feel more passion than ever.

Marlena: Yeah. I was in a fog for so long, I'm just so grateful that John stood by me.

Hope: It's because he loves you so much.

Marlena: Well, he's made me believe in myself again, believe that I can be there for my family, my children, my husband, be there when my friends need me. That's what John did for me.

Hope: John, yes. But it's also your inner strength.

Marlena: I've loved him for so long. I can't believe that God would get us back together and then separate us again.

Hope: Nothing is gonna take John away from you. Your love is too strong for that to happen. You've got to believe that.

Bo: How's Belle holding up?

Shawn D.: She's really scared, but she's hanging in there.

Bo: Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sure your support's helping a lot.

Shawn D.: Yeah, I hope so. After what happened to her dad, I realized what a jerk I've been about this whole E.J. thing. I never should have doubted you when you warned me about working for him.

Bo: A lot was going on at that time. It was difficult to sort things out, so I tell you what, let's forget about it, okay?

Shawn D.: All right. I'm just glad that you and mom worked things out and my new baby sister is gonna be okay.

Bo: How about that, huh? Your old man's got a daughter, a beautiful one.

Shawn D.: Who he didn't even know she was his. Can you believe Patrick almost pulled it off?

Bo: Yeah, by bribing Dr. Bader. That is one woman who's gonna lose her license, and she's going away for a very, very long time.

Shawn D.: Yeah, well, it was quite the coincidence, wasn't it?

Bo: What's that?

Shawn D.: Both of us having a daughter we didn't know about. Now Claire, she's got an aunt who's younger than she is.

Bo: Yeah, hey, what can I say? Speaking of Claire, how's things on the home front?

Shawn D.: Well, I've -- I've got my fingers crossed. And Claire and I, we're getting to know each other better, and Belle, she's giving me a chance. I really almost blew everything. Working for E.J. and letting Willow move in with me.

Bo: You made a mistake. We all make mistakes. You owned up to yours just like I tried to own up to mine, and our families -- they're gonna be stronger for it.

Shawn D.: Yeah, well, I like to consider our family as one.

Bo: I'm proud of you, son.

Shawn D.: Thanks.

Bo: There's Belle. Hey, hey. We're all praying for your dad.

Belle: Thank you.

Bo: Listen, I'm gonna run down to the cafeteria to get your mom something to eat. You guys want anything?

Belle: Nothing for me, thanks.

Shawn D.: No, I'm good.

Bo: All right, later.

Shawn D.: So, did you find that woman that you were looking for?

Belle: I did, but she was acting really strange. Do you know that she worked for Child Protective Services?

Shawn D.: Are you serious?

Belle: Yeah, and I really wonder why she didn't tell us that day. I mean, it kind of makes me wonder.

Shawn D.: About what?

Belle: Well, she was really friendly to us that day, especially to Claire, and when I talked to her just now, she was totally unfriendly. I mean, I know I'm probably overreacting, but ever since Claire was kidnapped, I don't trust anyone.

Chelsea: Um, the couch, the blankets -- it's all because you had a man here tonight.

Billie: I'm glad you find this so amusing.

Chelsea: Come on, Mom. Tell me who he was.

Billie: No, ju-- nobody you've ever met. Just, you know, someone I just met. Nobody you know.

Chelsea: You brought home a pickup? No, I think that, that's great. I mean, it means you're finally getting over Steve...and not sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. No, Mom, I am really proud of you.

Billie: Great, can we just drop it, please?

Chelsea: Don't be embarrassed. I've got a cool mom. Hey, if I ever figure out who Lonely Splicer is, maybe the four of us could go on a date.

Billie: Chelsea, shh! I'm really not comfortable discussing this with you.

Chelsea: Mom, I'm your daughter. I want to know about this guy. Okay, fine. Um, consider it part of your daughter's education. I'm gonna go take a shower, and you should make some popcorn, and then when I get out, you can tell me the whole story, okay?

Billie: T-t-t-t-there's no story, Chelsea! There's... [Sighs] [Door opens, closes] [Water running]

Billie: What a night.

Nick: That was way too close.

Billie: You're still here?

Nick: The window was stuck. I couldn't get out. I had to hide under Chelsea's bed.

Billie: Oh, good Lord!

Nick: I really need my belt.

Chelsea: Hey, Mom, do you have any sham-- hey, what are you doing here again?

Patrick: This is great timing, Mom. Like I don't have enough to worry about right now.

Bonnie: Please, please promise me that no matter how hard the cops press you, you don't know anything about that skeleton. Do you understand?

Patrick: You're joking, right? You think I'm gonna implicate myself in another crime? They already have me for kidnapping, conspiracy, and God only knows what else. The last thing I'm gonna do is give them another reason to tack on more time.

Bonnie: I'm trying to press upon you the importance of keeping your mouth shut. It's not just the law. It's Mimi. If she ever found out what I did, she'll never understand. So just please, please, if it comes up --

Patrick: It's not gonna come up.

Bonnie: If it comes up, you just keep your mouth shut.

Patrick: The police have bigger fish to fry. They're not gonna worry about some old bag of bones.

Jailer: It's time.

Patrick: Look, I got to go.

Bonnie: What if some smart detective IDs those bones? How am I gonna protect myself with you in prison?

Patrick: Mom, if that happens...I'm sorry, but you're on your own. I need to go. Love you.

Bonnie: Love you.

Shawn D.: Belle, you're upset about your dad. That's all.

Belle: Yes, I am upset about my dad. I'm also kind of upset about that woman. I don't trust her. I mean, she didn't even ask why we were here in the hospital. It was like -- it was like she couldn't get away from me fast enough.

Shawn D.: Like you said, she was with some little boy. She probably was just anxious to get him home.

Belle: She was with a foster child. And she was totally trying to hide the fact that she worked for Child Protective Services.

Shawn D.: Why? What makes you think that?

Belle: Because she dropped her I.D. badge on the ground, and I picked it up, and she practically yanked it out of my hand. I mean, you remember when we met her that day?

Shawn D.: Yeah, she was asking lots of questions.

Belle: Yeah, lots of personal questions about our jobs, about our financial situation, about our living arrangements. I mean, come on, it kind of makes me wonder if we were being investigated and didn't even know it.

Nick: Actually, um, I just came by to see if you were here, which you are. Um, so I can go if you don't need me.

Chelsea: No, no, no, no. Nick, you came by earlier to tell me something about Lonely Splicer, which means you got the lowdown on him, right?

Nick: Actually --

Chelsea: Oh, my God. Nick, I'm right, aren't I? For you to come back here this late -- you finally figured out who he is.

Nick: You're right. My sleuthing finally paid off.

Chelsea: You're not the only one who's getting lucky tonight. Okay, so, um, tell me -- what's Lonely Splicer's real name?

Nick: It's -- it's Shane. Shane...Patton. Shane Patton.

Shawn D.: Belle, Child Protective Services -- they get involved when a kid is in danger, when they're abused or they're neglected. Claire -- she's happy and she's healthy. She lives with her parents. Why would they have any interest in her?

Belle: I don't know. Maybe I'm just being paranoid because of Victor.

Shawn D.: Hey, look at me. I am gonna protect you and Claire. Do you understand? If we stick together, nobody can hurt us.

Bo: Hey, Belle. Your dad's out of surgery. The doc wants to talk to you and your mom.

Mimi: [Sighs] Well, I figure while I'm here, I'm gonna get Abe's advice on defense lawyers.

Bonnie: You're a good sister. You're a great daughter, too.

Mimi: I'm trying.

Bonnie: Honey, I need you to do me a favor and yourself one, too.

Mimi: What?

Bonnie: Don't push with this investigation about this skeleton. You poke your nose into something like that, you're bound to get it cut off.

Mimi: I hear you, Mom. I'll see you in the morning. Good night.

Bonnie: Good night.

Nick: Yeah, Dr. Shane Patton. Not a bad name, huh?

Chelsea: No, it's perfect. A perfect name for a perfect guy. So, tell me more about Dr. Shane Patton.

Nick: Well, he's a brain surgeon. But he lives at -- well, he works at a hospital on the West Coast. I forget the city -- San Francisco, San Jose, San something. Anyway, I'll find out a lot more about him for you, okay?

Chelsea: Oh, thank you, Nick. Thank you so much. Um...you know, your aftershave kind of smells a little bit like ladies' perfume.

Billie: Chelsea, what did you come out here for?

Chelsea: Oh, I needed to borrow some shampoo for my hair. I'm out.

Billie: I'll get it. I'll get it.

Chelsea: Well, Nick, as helpful as you've been, it's time for me to say good night. Mom and I have to dish, so thanks. Oh, you know what? Between you and me...I think my mom had a guy here tonight. I think they did a little bit of the horizontal mambo, if you know what I mean. How wild is that?

Nick: That is wild.

Chelsea: Okay, well, again, find out all the details you can about him. I want his hobbies, his likes, his dislikes, boxers or briefs. Thanks, Nick. Bye.

Bonnie: It's your mother. Oh, I'm sorry to wake you, but it's an emergency. Your brother's in jail again, and your sister has stumbled onto something that can ruin our family. I'm not gonna get into it over the phone. You just get your fanny on the first plane back to Salem. You understand me? We've got work to do or the Lockharts are going down in flames.

Dr. Tucker: John is out of surgery, and it went as well as can be expected. He's in the recovery room, and he's out of any immediate danger.

Marlena: When you say as well as could be expected, what does that mean?

Dr. Tucker: Your husband was struck by two bullets, Dr. Evans. We were able to remove both of them, but the wound in the chest has caused some bleeding in the lungs.

Bo: Which means what?

Dr. Tucker: His brain was deprived of oxygen. We -- we don't know for how long. He may have suffered brain damage.

Belle: Oh, my God.

Dr. Tucker: Right now, he's in a coma.

Belle: But he's gonna wake up, right?

Dr. Tucker: I can't tell you that, Belle. I -- I don't want to give you any false hope.

Belle: Oh, Mom.

Marlena: I know, I know. Thank you, Dr. Tucker, for all you're doing for him.

Hope: Hey, let's -- let's say a prayer for John.

Marlena: Yeah, come on.

Hope: Dear Lord...we know you perform miracles. We're asking for one now. Please, please, God, give John the strength to survive. Bring him back to the people who love him...and need him.

Max: I don't want you to go.

Belle: You're telling me that my dad might never wake up?

Dr. Tucker: The odds are not in his favor.

Steve: You don't believe what Marlena said, that he was responding to me being in the room, do you?

Bo: He definitely got worked up about something.

Kayla: I have this fear that I am gonna wake up one day and he's gonna be gone.

Back to The TV MegaSite's Days Of Our Lives Site