Days of Our Lives Transcript Wednesday 2/21/07 - Canada; Thursday 2/22/07 - U.S.A.
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Max: How long has she been in there?
Mimi: Almost two hours now.
Max: Where's your brother at?
Mimi: My mom sent Conner back to the juvie ranch yesterday. We barely had time for goodbyes. Sound suspicious to you?
Max: Roman. Hey.
Mimi: What are you doing to her in there?
Roman: Just trying to get to the truth.
Mimi: What is she saying -- nothing, right?
Roman: She confessed, Mimi.
Mimi: What?
Roman: Bonnie confessed to the murder of your father.
Jed: Professor Sinclair.
Abby: I'm sorry?
Jed: I'm in his class with you. I'm Jed. I just transferred.
Abby: You're in professor Sinclair's?
Jed: Yeah. I know. Huge class, 8:00 A.M. No one can see straight.
Abby: Well, I like early classes, and I'm pretty good with new faces, but --
Jed: You haven't seen me, I guess. I've seen you, though...Abby. I asked around.
Abby: Why?
Jed: 'Cause you seem like the kind of person I want to get to know, with the face that no one ever forgets.
Abby: Uh, okay. Um, thanks.
Jed: Especially after that question you asked. What's his name -- Reed?
Abby: John Reed. It sounds like somebody didn't do their homework.
Jed: Like I said, I transferred in late, so I thought I'd ask.
Abby: Well, it's no fun starting behind everybody else. John Reed was a journalist. He wrote a book, and then he became famous for -- big Bolshevik hero.
Jed: A what kind of hero?
Abby: Tell you what -- you want a shortcut? Rent "Reds." It's a movie. Warren Beatty plays John. It's kind of long, but it gives you all the facts you need.
Jed: Thanks. I really appreciate it.
Chelsea: God, Abby, why did I sign up for that stupid calculus class? There is no way I can do this. I'm seriously going to fail.
Jed: Maybe you should drop it before you get in too deep.
Chelsea: Thanks, and, um, who the hell are you again?
Dr. Rebert: Fallon hard at work. So, you know today's the big day.
Nick: I can handle it.
Dr. Rebert: You mean "her," not "it." Chelsea should be here to start in about five minutes.
Nick: Another lab assistant around here won't make a difference to me, Dr. Rebert. [Glass shatters] Um... [Sighs] I'll -- I'll go clean that up.
Dr. Rebert: Are you sure you're sure, Fallon, that Chelsea working here won't be a problem for you?
Nick: No. Uhh! Not in the slightest.
Belle: Shawn, that ship's second officer is gonna be here any second to arrest you.
Shawn D.: For what?
Belle: That newspaper article that says we're fugitives. It pushed the captain over the line, and this time he's gonna throw you in the brig.
Shawn D.: Take it easy.
Belle: Do not tell me "easy." We need to get Claire and get off this ship right now.
Shawn D.: Okay. Calm down. I'm gonna get you off this ship, but we got to take it one step at a time. The first step is we've got to figure out a way to get rid of Philip.
Stratton: You there -- what are you doing?
Philip: Watching the door. What's it look like I'm doing?
Stratton: So, you're Kiriakis? The captain said I'd have to keep an eye on you.
Philip: Is that supposed to intimidate me?
Stratton: Kenneth Stratton, Executive Officer on this ship, and I'm giving you fair warning to stay out of my way or you're gonna find yourself locked up in the brig along with him.
Philip: With who?
Stratton: Brady. I'm here to take him into custody.
Philip: Take Belle, too. They're both here on false passports. Dump those two in the brig and give Claire back to me. Well, what are you waiting on, Stratton? Do it.
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives.
Belle: Oh, my God. If that officer listens to Philip --
Shawn D.: That is not gonna happen. Look, Belle, I know you're scared. So am I. But we've got to keep it together if we're gonna figure something out. I need you, and Claire -- she needs you. Let's do this together.
Belle: Do what?
Shawn D.: I don't know. Something. I got it. I'm gonna throw the door open. I'm an officer standing there, right? While they're still surprised, I'm gonna jump at Philip and the other guy. You take Claire.
Belle: And go where? They're gonna find us wherever we go.
Stratton: Captain Kendrick was clear -- the girl is to stay with her mother.
Philip: Look, Stratton --
Stratton: I know all about your claim, Mr. Kiriakis. But whether you have legal custody or not, I'm following the captain's orders -- not yours. Are we clear on that?
Philip: Yeah. Fine. But in the meantime, you put Shawn behind bars, and I'm gonna wait here with Claire and Belle.
Stratton: No. You'll return to your cabin.
Philip: I'm not going anywhere until I watch you slap the cuffs on Shawn. He slipped away from me once, and I'm not gonna let it happen again.
Stratton: If you interfere --
Philip: I won't. Just do your job. [Knocking]
Stratton: Mr. Brady, Ms. Black. I'm here to take Shawn Brady down to the brig. Please stand clear of the door.
Belle: Oh, my God, Shawn.
Shawn D.: Shh! Look, I got an idea.
Abby: Chelsea, Jed. He's in one of my classes. He just transferred in.
Chelsea: Oh, good for Jed. Scram. Her and I got to talk.
Abby: Chelsea...
Jed: No, it's cool. It was really nice to meet you, though.
Chelsea: Yeah. You too. Bye.
Abby: I'll see you in class.
Jed: Maybe next time you actually will. Thanks again, Abby. Bye.
Abby: Bye.
Chelsea: Well, he sure took his sweet time. Abby, there is seriously no way I can do this. I am totally screwed. Who would have thought that one advanced calculus class would be so hard? I feel like I've been abducted by a bunch of pimply faced aliens and stuck in some room where they don't speak any language that any human being could ever understand. It is like Swahili backwards.
Abby: Why don't you just take Jed's advice and drop the class?
Chelsea: I can't do that. I mean, what does he know, anyway? Not that he isn't cute. Abigail Deveraux, do you like him?
Abby: Chelsea, I just met him.
Chelsea: Well, that doesn't seem to be getting in his way. Look at him. He totally has the hots for you. The question is, what are you gonna do about it?
Mimi: My mom told you she --
Roman: That she killed David Lockhart -- her ex-husband, your father. Mimi, I'm so sorry, but she gave me the whole story.
Mimi: You mean she just came right out with it, just like that?
Roman: No, no. It took her a while to let it go, but once she started, she didn't hesitate. She ran everything by me -- how she dressed up the body in that Civil War uniform and then dragged it into the basement of that old, abandoned church.
Max: But all by herself?
Roman: She says that Patrick wasn't around and that Conner was at that juvenile ranch.
Mimi: Did she give you a reason?
Roman: Yes, she did -- the usual. He came home. He was drunk, smelled of perfume. There was an argument. He hit her -- hard, she says -- across the face. He came back, tried to do it again. She grabbed a fireplace poker.
Mimi: Okay, stop. Roman, stop.
Max: It was self-defense, then, right?
Mimi: Oh, my God. I didn't want to believe -- my -- my mom killed my dad.
Roman: Mimi, I am so sorry.
Mimi: I know you're sorry, Roman. Everyone's sorry.
Roman: Well, listen. I -- if this helps at all, I did talk to Conner before he left town, and he admitted to helping your mom steal the bones out of the morgue, but, other than that, he's clean.
Mimi: Does that mean you're not gonna prosecute?
Roman: Conner -- no. But there are no statute of limitations in a case like this, so Bonnie will have to be booked, fingerprinted, and charged.
Mimi: Charged with...
Roman: Murder.
Bonnie: Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh!
Mimi: You can't lock her up, Roman. It was self-defense. That's what you said.
Roman: That's what she said. Unfortunately, she tried to cover a lot of things up, and that raises a lot of red flags.
Mimi: Meaning what?
Roman: Meaning that your mother is gonna need a very good lawyer.
Mimi: Come on, Roman. It's my mother. You know that she couldn't kill anyone -- not in cold blood.
Roman: I got a confession. I got a homicide here. My hands are tied. But I will do every damn thing I can -- you know that -- and I promise you that.
Mimi: Can I at least talk to her first? I know she has to be processed and everything.
Roman: Absolutely. Look, I've got to go talk to the D.A. That should give you the time you need, okay? All right.
Max: Thanks, Roman.
Mimi: What if she can't prove it was self-defense? Then it's murder. Then when they sentence her --
Max: Just calm down. She hasn't even been booked yet. Plus, you might be the proof that Bonnie needs. Have you ever seen your dad hit her?
Mimi: I saw him drunk lots of times, and, yeah, he cheated, but I-I never saw him raise a hand to her. There's got to be some way to help her, but what?
Max: This might be a long shot, but --
Mimi: Yes to whatever it is. A long shot's better than no shot at all. What is it?
Dr. Rebert: Watch that blood, kid. Try not to contaminate any of those experiments.
Nick: No problem. Yes, sir. And like I said, there's -- there's no problem working with Chelsea. Ow.
Dr. Rebert: No problem?
Nick: No. No problem.
Dr. Rebert: Be sure about that, Nick, all right? 'Cause she seems like a nice girl -- a great body, too. But I'm sure I don't have to tell you that.
Nick: No. You don't.
Dr. Rebert: Yeah. So, you noticed, huh, Nick? You don't have to get all red-faced about it. You should appreciate Chelsea's ass-ets. It shows you got good taste. And speaking of her --
Nick: I know that you don't like it when I interrupt you, but I have to say something and get this off my chest, okay? I lied to Chelsea, all right? I sent her your picture and pretended I was somebody else. It was dumb, it was stupid, and now she hates me. I'd say it was over, except for nothing ever got started. I'd really appreciate it if we could please talk about something else, okay?
Dr. Rebert: How about your work, Fallon?
Nick: My work?
Dr. Rebert: And your character. I mean, no question about it, you are the best lab tech we have around here. You're hardworking. You're smart. When it comes to science, your instincts are flat-out amazing.
Nick: Thank you.
Dr. Rebert: But you are the dumbest person I have ever met when it comes to women.
Chelsea: He is looking at you again.
Abby: Chelsea, would you stop changing the subject?
Chelsea: I am not changing the subject. We're still talking about math. One plus one...
Abby: We were talking about you failing calculus. Why don't you just drop the class?
Chelsea: Because I figure if I can manage to get through the semester with at least a high "d," then I won't have to go through God knows how many semesters of math I don't understand.
Abby: Well, there's just one solution, then. You want to pass calculus? Nick is very smart.
Chelsea: No, thank you.
Abby: Come on, Chelsea. He feels lousy about what he did. He needs to make it up to you. You're desperate to pass calculus, and he's desperate for you to like him again. He would dress up in a wig and take the class for you if he could. Just give him a chance, Chelsea.
Chelsea: Wait a second. Repeat that last part again. He would do what for me if I gave him the chance?
Stratton: You're about to have company. Mr. Brady, please be prepared. I'm coming in.
Belle: Oh. Officer Stratton, I'm sorry. I didn't know that it was you. He's been pounding at my door all day.
Philip: That's a lie.
Stratton: I'm here to take Shawn Brady into custody. You and your daughter may stay under house arrest. Where is he?
Belle: H-he's in the bathroom with Claire. What are you doing here, anyway? Get out!
Philip: Oh, I'll get out, but with my daughter in my arms.
Stratton: Last time -- be quiet.
Philip: How about I tell the captain the guy you're supposed to arrest is busy taking a bubble bath? I'll report you, okay? Get the job done, or I will.
Stratton: Mr. Brady, I'm sorry. Please don't make me break this door down.
Belle: Philip, no!
Philip: Shawn, get out here with my daughter!
Stratton: It's empty. Where is he?
Philip: Where's Claire?
Stratton: The air vent -- it's been removed.
Philip: Stratton, you idiot. While you're out there playing stupid games, he got away with my daughter.
Mimi: You have an idea. Let's hear it.
Max: The ring, remember? Where is it -- the gold ring we found on the skeleton?
Mimi: The police figured out it wasn't my father's. They tracked down the real owner and gave it back.
Max: Any idea who they gave it to?
Mimi: Some guy named Cavanaugh. His phone number is on the receipt that Abe Carver gave me, but how can this ring help my mom?
Max: If what Bonnie is saying is true and he did hit her while still wearing the ring, then there might be some sort of --
Mimi: DNA or blood or some kind of evidence still on it.
Max: Proving she still had to defend herself.
Mimi: Here it is -- Cavanaugh.
Max: Great. I'm gonna give him a call and see if we can borrow the ring back.
Mimi: And then Nick can run tests at the lab. I don't know what I would do without you. You got to be so over helping me out all the time.
Max: Right. Well, listen. Why -- why don't you go talk to your mom, and then if I find anything out, I'll come and find you? Tell her I'm rooting for her.
Mimi: I will. Max, I'll show you how grateful I am later, okay?
Max: Ooh. Right. Later.
Mimi: Okay, Mom.
Bonnie: Oh, baby.
Mimi: Don't "baby" me. Time for the truth -- all of it this time. Why did you have to kill dad?
Nick: So what? So I'm not so smart about women.
Dr. Rebert: [Chuckles] "Not smart" doesn't cover it. I mean, the fact is you're too dumb to know just how dumb you are in that department. But today's your lucky day 'cause I'm gonna teach you a couple tricks that'll keep you warm through the winter, 'cause when it comes to attracting the very attractive --
Nick: Listen, thank you, Dr. Rebert, but no, thank you, not that it isn't an extremely generous offer. I mean, after all, you're the man, right?
Dr. Rebert: Kid, just relax. They're not that hard to train. Trust me. So lesson one --
Nick: Trust me, we shouldn't be talking about this here. What if somebody walks by and hears?
Dr. Rebert: They'll be grateful to me for life.
Nick: Not if it isn't a guy. Any woman who overheard you saying something like that could be really offended, upset, and embarrassed, and they could bring you up on charges.
Dr. Rebert: Nobody's gonna bring me up on anything. No woman has, and no woman ever will. What about you, Fallon? You got your little P.C. thong all in a twist? Thinking about turning me in?
Nick: What? No.
Dr. Rebert: What are you trying to say to me?
Nick: I'm just saying that we should drop the subject and focus on working.
Dr. Rebert: Sure. Whatever you're comfortable with. I was just trying to get you over the hump, so to speak. Your loss. Try not to break anything else today, would you?
Nick: There's something I'd like to break... but don't worry, Dr. Rebert, I won't.
Abby: Chelsea, you are not gonna ask Nick to dress in drag. If you want his help, just ask him. He owes you.
Chelsea: Why do you keep defending him after what he did to me?
Abby: He made a big mistake, sure, but you can't just write off a friend.
Chelsea: A friend? Abby, he said that he loves me, so even if I could forget all the lies and manipulation, there's still the love thing. So, no, I have to keep him as far away as possible.
Abby: How? You start work with him today.
Chelsea: I can't control that, but I do plan on making him squirm.
Abby: He's gonna know what you're doing.
Chelsea: Why, because he's so smart? I have news for you. I am working with someone who is much smarter, much more attractive than Nick -- his gorgeous boss, Dr. Rebert, who I plan on using to make Nick extremely jealous.
Abby: This can't be good.
Chelsea: I'll start by flattering him here and there, and then I'll start begging, "oh, please, Dr. Rebert, please, can you help me with my calculus after work?" Nick would go absolutely crazy if he saw me and Dr. McBeautiful huddling over the lab table doing homework. Oh, I cannot wait. Oh, and the good news is I don't have to because I start work.
Abby: Okay, Chelsea, wait.
Chelsea: Abby, I cannot be late on my first day. Yo, dude, I'm all done. She's all yours. Have fun.
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Belle: Oh, my God. I had no idea that Shawn left and took Claire with him.
Philip: Sure. You're totally innocent. Come on, Stratton. We got to find them.
Belle: Let's go find them.
Philip: No, not you. You, lock all this up so Pollyanna can't get out the same way.
Belle: If you think you're gonna leave me in here --
Philip: That's just what I think.
Belle: Wait. Philip, wait! [Door locks]
Philip: Come on. Let's go.
Belle: Okay. The coast is clear. Okay.
Shawn D.: Finally. Thatagirl, honey. Not even a peep.
Belle: I know. I got Claire. You get the door.
Shawn D.: I got everything packed. We're okay. Let's go. Got to make sure the coast is clear. Shh!
Belle: Okay.
Shawn D.: Come on. Quiet.
Belle: Okay.
Willow: Going somewhere, boys and girls?
Stratton: He couldn't have just disappeared. Sooner or later, we'll find him.
Philip: Look here.
Stratton: Are you saying he crawled through an air duct all this way holding a small child? That's impossible.
Philip: Guess again.
Dolan: Ow. Ow.
Stratton: Sir? Are you ill? Hello! Dolan? Michael Dolan?
Philip: You know this guy?
Stratton: Our supply officer. What happened?
Philip: I'll tell you what happened -- Shawn Brady happened. We better find him. I'll bet he's back in that cabin getting Belle out right now. Let's get back there.
Shawn D.: Willow, I'm begging you.
Willow: Look at you. Don't you look handsome in your little uniform? Bet you it came with a set of keys, because you're supposed to be locked in your cabin till we get to Australia. Here you are, making a run for it.
Belle: Willow, please. We really --
Willow: Too bad you don't have anything to bribe me with. Philip, though -- he's got that all-American checkbook. I better turn you guys in and get my reward since that's all a dumb hooker like me cares about -- money, right? Well, this should bring them all running.
Jed: Taking off so soon?
Abby: I have another class.
Jed: No, you don't.
Abby: How do you know that?
Jed: Just a lucky guess. Don't worry. I'm not stalking you or anything. I just figured I'd let you know what your friend said -- it's okay. Don't be embarrassed.
Abby: I'm not. Chelsea says those kind of things all the time. Besides, I'm kind of involved with a guy, in case you were wondering.
Jed: Great. I'm kind of involved, too.
Abby: You are? I-I mean, great. That -- that's great. Good for you.
Jed: Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I wasn't trying to hit on you talking before, and I know your friend was just joking around.
Abby: Well, I-I'm glad you -- you do. No, uh, thanks for letting me know.
Jed: So we're good, then?
Abby: Yeah. We're good.
Jed: Cool.
Abby: Uh, I guess I'll see you around.
Jed: Abby, wait. You have a car, right? You're heading home? I know it's kind of weird me asking, but, if you don't mind, if you're driving past the mall, do you think you could give me a lift? My car just died, and I have this job part-time, and taking the bus over takes twice as long, so...
Abby: So?
Jed: Do you mind helping me out?
Nick: No problem. Nothing's a problem. Real smooth, Nick.
Max: Hey, Nick. [Glass shatters]
Nick: Oh. This -- this kind of thing happens all the time. What's up, Max? You need some tests run on something?
Max: It's got to hurt being that smart, huh?
Nick: Yeah, sometimes. So, this must be related to those bones that you brought in?
Max: Yeah. Actually, here's the gold ring we found on the skeleton. You think you could check it out?
Nick: What am I looking for?
Max: Blood, maybe traces of skin. Um... Mimi's mom was arrested for murder. She said her ex hit her, and we need proof, so if he was wearing this ring --
Nick: I got you. Gotcha. No problem. Well, I'll let you know, okay?
Max: Yeah, okay. [Whistling]
Nick: Was there something else?
Max: No, you know, I'm j-- I was just wondering, are you gonna see Abby later?
Nick: Oh, well, we -- we both usually end up at Aunt Maggie's at the end of the day, hanging out. Why?
Max: Um, no reason. I just, you know -- will you tell her hi for me?
Nick: Yeah.
Max: Okay. Yeah. And thank you for --
Nick: Yeah, no problem.
Max: No problem. [Clears throat] Right. Um, yeah. Thanks.
Nick: Yeah. No problem. Nothing's ever a problem. [Sighs]
Chelsea: Hello! Is anybody here?
Nick: Chelsea, hi.
Chelsea: Oh, hi, Dr. Rebert. I'm really happy to see you. I've, um, I've been looking forward to today.
Bonnie: He came at me with a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. I had no choice, baby. I swear. I had no choice.
Mimi: Why the Civil War uniform?
Bonnie: If the cops ever found him behind the wall, they'd think he was a relic.
Mimi: The wall. The wall. That's another thing. You really built that all by yourself -- the bricks and everything?
Bonnie: Why not? What jobs haven't I had in my life?
Mimi: I know you're an expert at snow jobs.
Bonnie: [Chuckles] You think I'm a murderer, too? Do you think I killed him on purpose?
Mimi: No, Mom. God. I know that you're not a killer. But all those years -- why did you let me go on thinking that he was still alive?
Bonnie: Be-- because I didn't want to lose you. I thought if you knew the truth --
Mimi: What, Mom? That I wouldn't forgive you? How could you think that? I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. You're not gonna lose me, I promise. Max is out trying to help right now.
Bonnie: How? What can he do?
Mimi: Dad's ring -- we're having it tested. Max thinks there might be evidence still left on it.
Bonnie: Are you crazy? You're wasting your time. There's no evidence there.
Mimi: How can you be sure?
Bonnie: Just tell Max to forget it. It's useless. I killed him. Your father's dead, and I'm responsible, honey. It was me -- all me -- and prison is exactly where I belong.
Willow: One flick of the wrist, and it's all over, Shawn. All your hopes and dreams for a life and a family --
Shawn D.: Willow, no.
Willow: [Laughs] Oh, I got you! [Sighs] Well, when I see Philip, I'll tell him you said goodbye. Safe travels.
Shawn D.: I can't believe it.
Belle: Why didn't she pull that alarm?
Shawn D.: 'Cause she's Willow. This is our chance. Let's not lose it. Let's go.
Philip: Did you hear that?
Stratton: What?
Philip: I don't know. Something.
Chelsea: Well, I hope that this is okay, I mean, for the job.
Dr. Rebert: You are dressed perfectly, Chelsea. I have never seen an assistant more perfectly dressed.
Chelsea: Well, thank you. I can't wait. I know that I'm gonna learn so much from you.
Dr. Rebert: I'm looking forward to teaching you whatever I can. Is there something you want to concentrate on?
Chelsea: Actually, to be honest, concentration's kind of always been a problem for me, in general, mainly because of my, um, my calculus class. I'm failing, and if I can't find a tutor --
Nick: If you need a tutor --
Dr. Rebert: If you need a hand with some calculus problems, I don't mind helping. I mean, I aced it back in the day.
Chelsea: No. No. I wouldn't think to ask you. I mean, I wouldn't think that you would have any time.
Dr. Rebert: Oh, for you, I'll make the time. It's my pleasure. I'll do whatever I can.
Chelsea: Oh. In that case, I guess I'll let you.
Dr. Rebert: Come on. I'll show you around.
Chelsea: Yes, please do. Please show me everything that you can -- everything.
Mimi: Okay, Mom. What is going on?
Bonnie: Oh, honey [Chuckles] Nothing. I deserve what I've got coming, so why bother to fight it? Do the crime, do the time.
Mimi: But you --
Bonnie: You want the truth, Mimi? I'll give you the truth. I stole that ring from the hospital when I was working the second job to pay the bills.
Mimi: So there was an old geezer, and --
Bonnie: Exactly. Halfway to heaven. And I needed a gift to give your father for Christmas, okay? So there. That ring just proves what a selfish, cruel, petty criminal, petty thief that I really am.
Mimi: Petty thief is still a lot better than first-degree murderer.
Bonnie: Guilty is guilty. Look, let's just call Max and tell him to stop, that, that ring is a dead end.
Mimi: I can't.
Bonnie: Damn it! Why are you trying to make this harder for me?!
Mimi: Things can't get harder for you.
Bonnie: They can always get harder.
Mimi: Listen to me. What is going on? Don't tell me that you're not trying to hide something. I know you, so what is it? What is it? Oh, my God. Tell me this isn't you trying to cover something up for someone else.
Bonnie: What? That's crazy. Mimi, there is no one else. It is me. It is me -- all me. Me!
Roman: Is everything all right in here?
Bonnie: It's fine. I'm ready to get this over with, so let's just get it done, okay? Book me.
Mimi: Mother --
Bonnie: No. Sometimes in this world, you got to do what you got to do, you understand?
Mimi: I love you.
Bonnie: I love you, too... [Sobs] ...More than you'll ever know. So just try to understand, please. Please?
Roman: All right. All right. Bonnie, it's -- it's time to go.
Mimi: I understand more than you think.
Max: Mimi, I just saw --
Mimi: I know. Listen, there's no question -- my mom's hiding something.
Max: Like what?
Mimi: I don't know, but we have to figure out what it is before it's too late.
Abby: You want me to --
Jed: To give me a lift across town to the mall. Is something wrong? [Young men chuckling]
Abby: Why not ask one of your friends?
Jed: They're not really my friends. We're on the baseball team. I'll get to know them once the season gets going, but they're still strangers.
Abby: Well, so am I. You barely know me.
Jed: Yeah, but it seemed like a good chance to get to know you a little bit better, and I thought you'd be easy.
Abby: Excuse me?!
Jed: To talk to, I mean.
Abby: Sorry. I'm not all that easy.
Jed: Slow down. I didn't mean --
Abby: Oh, trust me. I knew exactly what you meant.
Chelsea: Wow. You are amazing. I mean, all those nurses upstairs -- they're like in love with you.
Dr. Rebert: Well, I love all of them, too -- just about all of them.
Chelsea: I think some of them were a little jealous of me. It's kind of an honor to be working with you, right?
Dr. Rebert: That's kind of overstating it.
Chelsea: A little, maybe. But I'm really anxious to show you what I can do, so just tell me exactly what you want, and I promise I will make you happy.
Dr. Rebert: There's so much you need to know, Chelsea, about how I like things. I'd love to get into that with you right now, but, wait. I know. How about dinner?
Chelsea: You mean you and me?
Dr. Rebert: Yeah. Someplace quiet where we can go over protocols, get to know each other. How does that sound to you?
Chelsea: That sounds great.
Mimi: The minute I mentioned the ring, Max, she got all nervous and was desperate to talk about anything else.
Max: You figure there's more to her story, then?
Mimi: Yeah. It's almost like -- like she's trying to keep someone safe.
Max: Your brother? You think Patrick --
Mimi: Patrick or Conner. I don't know. Nothing adds up.
Max: Let's just hope that whatever Nick finds off that ring will turn things around. And if there's a shred of evidence on that ring, I know Nick will find it. I'm sure of that.
Mimi: The one thing I'm sure of is how lucky I am to have you in my life. [Sighs] Max, what do you say we get out of here and concentrate on something else for a while?
Max: Like what?
Mimi: Like maybe we could go back to your place.
Max: Whoa. No good, Meems. I'm sorry. I-I can't.
Philip: No sign of Shawn or Claire anywhere. Open this up. I bet you he crawled back in through the shaft.
Stratton: Ms. Black. Hello! We're coming in again. Ms. Black? Good God.
Philip: Check the bathroom!
Stratton: I locked that door.
Philip: You locked this one, too. She's supposedly locked in with no way out.
Stratton: How the hell --
Philip: It doesn't matter how. Lock these doors and follow me.
Willow: Follow you where, Phil?
Philip: Stay out of the way.
Willow: Yes, sir. Are you looking for Shawn, Belle, and Claire? If you are, they just left. They told me to tell you goodbye.
Philip: You saw them? You knew they got out?
Willow: Yeah. I did.
Philip: Are you nuts?! Why didn't you stop them?! What the hell's wrong with you?!
Claire: [Crying]
Belle: What? What now? Where do we go? They're gonna be after us any second.
Shawn D.: I know. Shh!
Belle: We can't wait here.
Shawn D.: There's only one thing we can do. We need to get off this boat.
Belle: Right, but how?
Shawn D.: We've got to jump.
Dr. Rebert: We'll have dinner, go over your duties around here, maybe a calculus problem or two. I want you to know that it's important that my staff sees me not only as a boss, but a friend. That's very important to me. Do you understand?
Chelsea: Yeah, of course. That is just so cool.
Dr. Rebert: Then what do you say we head out of here and get a good table before the rush?
Chelsea: I say, "you're the boss." Shall we?
Dr. Rebert: We shall.
Chelsea: It's gonna be so nice spending some time with a real gentleman.
Abby: I know what you're looking for.
Jed: Yeah. A ride. What's the big deal?
Abby: No big deal at all. Guys who make bets with their friends about picking up girls are as small...
Jed: Hey, wait a minute.
Abby: Don't even bother. Look, underneath all that attitude, I actually thought that you were an okay guy, but I was wrong. So you can go back there and tell your little locker-room pals that you majorly struck out, okay? No hits, all errors, gang. It was a definite shutout.
Max: [Chuckles nervously]
Mimi: Is there a problem with me going back to your place with you?
Max: No, no. It's not you. Uh, you know, it's work. I got a bunch of customers I've been putting off for a week.
Mimi: Well, then, I'll help you.
Max: I, uh, wow. If you come to the garage, I'm not gonna be able to get any work done.
Mimi: Which should be fun. Okay. How about I just go back to your place and hang? If you get caught up, I'll just be there waiting.
Max: Okay.
Mimi: I promise it'll be worth the wait.
Max: [Clears throat] Abby, hey, it's Max. Um, you know, I was just heading over to the garage. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to stop by and say hi or something. I miss talking. I'll be there, so see ya... I hope.
Philip: You just stood here and watched them go? Whose side are you on?
Willow: My own side. I have to be now, right? It's like you keep on telling me, "shut up, Willow," so...
Philip: Damn you.
Willow: No. Damn you, lieutenant. This is your war. You want to be in charge? Go ahead. Fine. It's all yours. You got it.
Stratton: We better start looking for them now before they --
Philip: Before they what?
Stratton: Get away. What do you think, Kiriakis?
Philip: I'll deal with you later.
Willow: Gee. I can't wait.
Claire: [Crying]
Belle: Are you out of your mind? We can hurt Claire seriously if we jump into that raft from here.
Shawn D.: No, we won't. We can't keep arguing about this. We don't have time. Now, give her to me. Belle, she's gonna be fine. I won't let her out of my arms.
Belle: No. This is an ocean, Shawn. This is not a damn kiddy pool, and there is no sign of land anywhere.
Shawn D.: I overheard the guy talking that I stole the uniform from, and I was right. There's thousands of islands out there. We're gonna make it to one of them soon.
Belle: There's no guarantee.
Shawn D.: You're right. There isn't. But either we jump or we both go to jail. If that happens, guess who gets Claire. Belle, there's no other way.
Belle: Okay. I am trusting you. We are.
Shawn D.: Give her to me. Come on. Come on, sweetheart. Okay. All right. You ready for this?
Belle: I'm ready.
Marlena: I'm talking about the person we need to save from Steve.
Nick: Why would I do that?
Chelsea: Like all immature world-class losers, you're also a spiteful jerk.
Philip: You have nothing I want.
Willow: I have Shawn's baby. I owe you, Philip, and I always pay back by debts.
Shawn D.: Where is she?
Belle: I don't know! I lost her!
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