Days of Our Lives Transcript Monday 4/9/07 - Canada; Tuesday 4/10/07 - U.S.A.


Provided By Eric
Proofread By Niki

[Bird chirping]

Marlena: Hello, Steve.

Steve: Well, bringing in the "A" Team. Dr. Marlena Evans, long time, no see.

Marlena: I was heading home from the hospital, and I just thought I'd swing by. I've been thinking about you a lot lately.

Steve: Well, I'd be touched, but something tells me it's not in a good way.

Marlena: To tell you the truth, I'm very angry about the way you treated John.

Steve: Yeah, I had an inkling. The last time I saw you, you, uh, sprayed me with mace -- twice. You jumped on my back. You stuck me with that big, old hypo, like I was some kind of wild animal escaped from the zoo, which, come to think of it, I guess I was.

Marlena: You were -- wild.

Steve: So, should I duck for cover?

Marlena: No. No need for that. I didn't come here to attack you in any way.

Steve: No? Why did you come here? Because, if you want to know the truth, you're the last person in the world I want to see right now.

Kayla: You know, Bo, I just don't get it. You know, I went all the way to Italy. I took photographs of Stefano's scar, right where the kidney transplant should be.

Bo: They are just pictures.

Kayla: No. No, they're not. I also got his fingerprint to prove that I was there. That should be enough for the police to go after E.J.

Bo: No, it's not even close to being enough. Kay, didn't you have this conversation with Roman, and didn't he say the same thing I am?

Kayla: Yes. But you know him. He does everything by the book, and I just thought that you --

Bo: Maybe I'm more willing to arrest someone when I know there's not enough to hold him?

Kayla: No, it's not that. I just thought that maybe you would be able to figure something out. When you feel something in your gut, you don't need all of the I's dotted and the T's crossed to step up.

Bo: The last time I followed my gut, I got kicked off the force. Wells was ready to bring down the whole department, willing to sue us for unlawful arrest, harassment, anything else he can come up with.

Kayla: But he didn't do it.

Bo: My point is we got to take this slow and be careful, or else we won't be able to get close to him again.

Kayla: Is that what you're worried about -- that he'll sue the department?

Bo: Yeah, that's one of the things, but I'm a hell of a lot more worried about you.

Kayla: Oh, here we go again.

Bo: I know you're desperate to help Steve. We all are. But this one-woman show -- taking things into your own hands? It's gonna get you into trouble, and it's got to stop.

Kayla: Well, it's not gonna stop. It is not gonna stop until E.J. Wells is behind bars and my husband is free from that maniac's hold over him.

Bo: If this doesn't stop, Wells is gonna come after you.

Kayla: I hope he does, because then maybe you and Roman will think that he takes me seriously and you'll take me seriously, too.

Bo: Kay, I do take you seriously, but I don't want you to end up in a coffin.

E.J.: I don't want things to get out of hand, so let's just give this lady a serious warning, okay? Good. In which case, go ahead and proceed -- tonight.

Philip: Putting out a contract?

E.J.: Ah, Philip, such a sense of humor you have. Where do you get these ideas? No, it's a problem -- business-related. All taken care of.

Philip: I'll bet it is.

E.J.: It is. On to more important matters -- the painter is still not done inside.

Philip: I thought he'd be finished by now.

E.J.: Well, patience. He will be soon. And then when he is, it'll be time for the "Bo and Hope Brady Show" to begin. I don't intend to miss a single episode, especially the one where we find the whereabouts of Shawn D.

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

Marlena: I had no choice but to tranquilize you. You were out of control. You'd kidnapped Billie.

Steve: Billie was trying to help me get away. You should have let me go.

Marlena: I couldn't do that. You were a danger to yourself and everybody else.

Steve: Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up. No hard feelings, doctor. Now, I'm a very busy man. I have baskets to weave and papiers to mâché, so you can take your good intentions. There's the door.

Marlena: Stop it.

Steve: Stop what?

Marlena: This bad-boy act of yours.

Steve: This is no act. This is me.

Marlena: We both know that's not true. In addition to being very trite and old, it's a deadly bore, so why don't you drop it so we can talk?

Steve: What do you want to talk about? What I did to John was unforgivable.

Marlena: I didn't come here to talk about John.

Steve: Well, it's funny how it keeps slipping into the conversation.

Marlena: I came here to talk about you. I've actually been talking to Dr. Kraft about your treatment.

Steve: My treatment? Is that right?

Marlena: Yes, I've been curious how you've been doing.

Steve: Yeah, well, so much for doctor/patient confidentiality. I guess it's just another right you give up when you're a certified nut job.

Marlena: Your patients' rights have not been compromised. Dr. Kraft simply was sharing her opinion about your condition.

Steve: I'm guessing you're gonna share your opinion right about now. You're gonna tell me what's really wrong with me, how screwed up I am.

Marlena: We know the 16 years you went missing you were being brainwashed. I think you still are.

Steve: Brainwashed? Really? Oh, God. Why don't you tell me something I don't know?

Bo: Kay, you can talk tough all you want, but, believe me, you don't want Wells coming after you.

Kayla: I can take care of myself.

Bo: No, you can't. That's what I'm trying to --

Kayla: [Sighs]

Bo: [Exhales deeply] What you're doing here -- messing with Elvis Jr. and the DiMeras -- it's not only dangerous, it's stupid.

Kayla: Don't you think that your wife would do exactly the same thing if she knew that you had been brainwashed and tortured by the DiMeras?

Bo: We're not talking about Hope and some hypothetical situation. We're talking about you, and it's real.

Kayla: Yeah, it is real. That's why I'm asking you to help me -- please.

Bo: Kay, I will help you just as soon as I can. Roman and I will do everything in our power to help you, but, in the meantime, you ought to back off.

Kayla: No, but I can't -- don't you understand? I can't just sit around and wait. I am running out of time. I am watching my husband slip further and further away every single day.

Bo: I'm sorry about that, but right now --

Kayla: I will tell you something. I will stop this -- I will. I will stop if the police get off their lazy butts and find something to do here. Get the evidence that I brought to you and bring E.J. in for questioning, and then you can use it as leverage and find out something else.

Bo: Let me tell you something about this evidence. All it proves is that someone, who could or could not be Stefano DiMera, had surgery. And we don't know that it was a kidney transplant, and, if so, where this kidney came from.

Kayla: You get any surgeon into that courtroom and he would testify that Stefano's scar is consistent with a transplant.

Bo: Fine. That may be true. But we don't know that, that's Stefano.

Kayla: I took a picture of the fingerprint. It's his. It's right in the picture.

Bo: Any hack lawyer will knock that out of the park in five minutes. Let me tell you something -- Wells will be hiring the best.

Kayla: All I am saying is for you to please try.

Bo: And all I am saying is this evidence of yours isn't gonna put anybody behind bars. The second that you and Max walked in Stefano's room, any evidence you would have come out with was compromised.

Kayla: I can't believe how negative you're being.

Bo: Damn it, Kay. No one -- no one -- wants Wells behind bars more than me. And we both know the only way for that to happen is for Steve to testify that Wells ordered him or coerced him into getting John's kidney for Stefano. And some guy who's locked up in a mental hospital -- his testimony isn't exactly solid.

Kayla: So, what am I supposed to do? Just sit back and wait for him to kill somebody... or maybe himself?

Bo: Kay, I know this is frustrating. Believe me, I know. But this has got to be handled right -- by the cops, not some vigilante.

Kayla: Vigilante?

Bo: Take it from someone who's been there. You're not gonna bring Wells down by yourself.

Kayla: Then maybe you're right. I need somebody to take him down for me.

Bo: Kay, don't do something stupid.

Kayla: The only foolish thing I have done here is expecting that you would help me.

Philip: Hey, man.

Peter: How's it going?

E.J.: It looks like we're not the only ones working late tonight.

Peter: Excuse me, but who are you guys?

Philip: H&S Electric.

E.J.: [Irish accent] I'm the "H." He's the "S."

Philip: We were supposed to be here earlier, but we got hung up on a call.

Peter: I'm heading out now, and Mr. Brady gave me strict orders to lock up when I leave.

Philip: Like I said, we got hung up on a call.

Peter: Why don't you come back tomorrow?

Philip: I wish I could, but we got to check the wiring tonight and make sure it's up to code.

Peter: Mr. Brady didn't say anything to me about any electricians coming.

E.J.: The guy's a cop, isn't he? He probably is out chasing bad guys, completely forgot to tell you.

Philip: Don't worry about it. We'll lock up good and tight when we're done.

E.J.: Anyway, there's no sense in you standing around here, you know?

Peter: Maybe I just better check.

Philip: Hey, hang on. I got the work order right here. Check it out.

E.J.: Maybe we should call the old lady at the nursing home, let her know we're gonna be later than we thought.

Philip: We'll make it. This isn't even our last job of the day, so if you could cut us some slack and let us get to it, we'd really appreciate it.

Peter: All right. Well, just check all the locks before you head out.

Philip: Thanks, man. It's done.

E.J.: Thank you. Take care, now.

Philip: You speak blue collar very well.

E.J.: [Normal voice] 'Cause you weren't born with an English accent, it may not be mine, either.

Philip: Nothing about you would surprise me. Let's get this over with.

E.J.: Is this the surveillance software?

Philip: Yeah. It's gonna take a while to load. It's a big program.

E.J.: Now, you're sure this can't be detected? What if one of them finds it in their computer?

Philip: They won't. One of the I.T. geeks at Titan showed me how to hide the spyware so no one could find it.

E.J.: I guess that brings a whole new meaning to the term "spyware."

Philip: Why don't you start setting up the cameras and microphones? Willie said the system could hold about eight.

E.J.: All right. I'll start upstairs.

Peter: What the hell? Something's not right here. [Computer keys clacking]

Kayla: Bo, I'm sorry. I just can't sit around and do nothing or wait for the police to have probable cause.

Bo: We won't have any cause if you happen to stumble into our evidence and contaminate it.

Kayla: Then why don't you go out and find your own evidence? I told you the longer that E.J. has control over Steve, the less likely I am to ever get him back.

Bo: And I told you that we're working on something.

Kayla: Oh. Right. To get Shawn to sign a statement against E.J. and Patrick. Bo, you don't even know where Shawn is.

Bo: I know. He'll get in contact with us.

Kayla: And when is that gonna happen?

Bo: I can't answer that because I don't know.

Kayla: Because you don't know if he is ever gonna get in contact with you.

Bo: Shawn and Belle will want to let us know that they're okay.

Kayla: And until then, we -- what? Wait until there is nothing left of my husband to save?

Bo: Kayla --

Kayla: Everybody keeps telling me to be patient, but nothing ever happens. In the meantime, E.J. is walking around this town like he's the prince of something, getting away with every damn thing, and nobody's doing anything, because nobody has the guts to say, "that's enough." Well, I do. And I will.

Bo: No, Kay. You've got to stop this. You got to stay away from this thing.

Kayla: You know I can't. I cannot. Let me tell you something, Bo. If anything does happen to me, you and Roman will have my blood on your hands.

Bo: Kayla, come on. What are you -- [Sighs] Damn it. [Cellphone rings] Brady.

Peter: Mr. Brady, it's Peter Martin calling.

Bo: How's the job going?

Peter: I just want to let you know a couple of guys showed up here tonight as I was getting ready to leave. They showed me some kind of work order, but I don't know. They're inside now, but something tells me they shouldn't be.

Bo: Thanks. I'm on my way.

Marlena: I could sure do without your sarcasm.

Steve: I'm sorry, but you tell me I was brainwashed like it's news to me. What other news you got? Did the Titanic go down? Is Elvis really dead? I'm talking about the real dude -- the king.

Marlena: You can make jokes all day long about it, but the truth is you will not recover until you understand what was done to you.

Steve: I know what was done to me.

Marlena: Good. Then the first step is accepting the fact that you are helpless.

Steve: What? What are you talking about? What is this, "screw loose anonymous"? I got to sit around this place all day long and listen to that psychobabble, and you want to know something? It makes people crazier, in case you're interested. But what do I know, huh? You head jockeys have all the answers, right?

Marlena: Your doctor tells me she's having a hard time breaking through your defenses, that you're not making much progress.

Steve: What's that supposed to mean? I've been cooperating. I've been popping all their pills.

Marlena: Have you?

Steve: Marlena, listen to me. I can't afFord any negative reports getting back to that judge. He'll throw me in the county lockup as sure as the sun rises. Just because these shrinks' magic spells aren't working on me, that's not my fault.

Marlena: No, it's not, unless perhaps you're not taking your meds.

Steve: So you're saying it is my fault?

Marlena: No. I think there are lots of reasons not to make progress. One reason could be that you'd like to but you simply can't. The people that brainwashed you did a very good job. They put certain blocks in your brain, in your subconscious, so you could not remember what happened.

Steve: Oh. So you're saying I'm stuck and it can't be undone? Thanks a lot, Marlena. You're a genius.

Marlena: And you're not stuck. You see, that's why I came to talk to you. I think this can be undone... if you have the courage to try something fairly radical.

Steve: No, thanks. Not interested.

Marlena: Oh. That's too bad because it may be the only way you get out of this place.

Steve: Well, now that you put it that way...I'm all ears. What's this radical approach that could be my only way of getting out of this dump?

Marlena: Deprogramming.

Steve: Deprogramming. Wow. Well, that's an interesting idea.

Marlena: It can sound pretty scary.

Steve: Well, yeah. It's scary, all right. But who cares, if you think it could really work?

Marlena: Well, it's worth a shot. I've got to say I'm so impressed that you're willing to try it, that you're willing even to consider it.

Steve: Absolutely. But, uh, we don't have much time.

Marlena: Why?

Steve: Well, we got to start right away because in just a few days I'm supposed to put on my running shoes, lie down on the bed, and get beamed up to the mother ship. [Laughing]

Marlena: [Chuckles] Steve... deprogrammers don't just work on cult members, you know? The doctor that I have in mind for you is a licensed psychotherapist, who's had excellent results dealing with cases just like yours.

Steve: Yeah? Well, I'm sure he has. But there's another problem.

Marlena: What is it?

Steve: My damn HMO I mean, they don't cover deprogramming. Can you believe that, in this day and age?

Marlena: Yeah. What do you have to lose?

Steve: What's left of my mind.

Marlena: I understand. So you would prefer to stay locked up here and be controlled by E.J. or take a chance on the outside? Your doctor is willing to give it a try... and the Steve I know would have jumped at the chance.

Steve: Well, like you keep telling me, it's the Steve you used to know. He's AWOL. This is the only Steve you've got to work with, and he's keeping both of his feet planted right on the ground.

Marlena: What's going on with you? Why are you so afraid to try this?

Bo: You have reached Detective Bo Brady. Leave a message. I'll get back to you. [Beep]

Kayla: Bo -- Bo, it's me, Kayla. I just wanted to apologize for what I said before. It wasn't right, and it was awful. I mean, that part about if something happened to me -- I just didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I know that you and Roman are doing everything you can and -- [Horn honking] So when you get this call, will you call me? I'm headed home. Okay. Wh-- for Pete's sake, go around.

E.J.: Mission accomplished. The cameras and mikes are upstairs. How's it going with the software?

Philip: Perfect. While it was loading, I set everything up down here. All I got to do is set up a few pass codes, and we are done.

E.J.: Don't take your time. We may have a problem. The painter is still hanging around outside. I saw him from the upstairs window.

Philip: The world's only responsible contractor.

E.J.: He may have already called Bo, so we need to get out of here.

Philip: I'm almost done. Almost. That's it. Let's go.

E.J.: Is that it?

Philip: That's it. Let's go. All right.

E.J.: We good?

Bo: Hey, Pete.

Peter: Oh, Mr. Brady. I didn't hear you drive up.

Bo: I parked down the street a little bit. If someone's still in the house, I didn't want to alert them.

Peter: I haven't seen them leave, so I'm guessing they are.

Bo: Do you have any idea who they are?

Peter: They said they were electricians. Like I said, they had a work order.

Bo: Is that so?

Peter: But something about them just seemed off.

Bo: I hope so. I didn't hire any electricians.

Peter: That's what I was afraid of.

Bo: Somebody's obviously in the house, and they know there's trouble. Get to your truck. Call 911. Tell them I need backup -- no lights or sirens -- and you stay in your vehicle.

Peter: You got it. [Door unlocks]

[Horn honking]

Kayla: Go around, you jerk! Damn it. [Honking continues] Wh-- [Tires screech]

Steve: You want to know what I'm afraid of? How much time you got, Doc?

Marlena: All the time you need, Steve.

Steve: Why? After what I did to your husband, why do you even care?

Marlena: There was a time when I didn't care... a time when I wanted you to hurt, just as much as you made my husband hurt. Then I began to think about who you were to us -- our friend, Kayla's husband, a really good man that had, had terrible things done to him. I knew about that, and I'm living proof that you survive it.

Steve: No, come on. Were you brainwashed? Were you deprogrammed?

Marlena: No.

Steve: Then you don't know anything about it.

Marlena: I beg to differ.

Steve: I'm sick of this. I don't believe in any of this. I'm sick of you couch doctors and your so-called treatments. I think it's a load of crap.

Marlena: Steve --

Steve: The only reason I'm standing here -- the only reason -- is because Kayla promised me if I behave myself, she won't tell our little girl that I've gone crazy. That's the only reason!

Marlena: All right. Fine. Then maybe you should take this time to see if the process can be reversed.

Steve: You don't get it, do you? There's not gonna be any miracle cure, no matter how many experts and deprogrammers and shrinks you people drag into this place. They cooked my brain. It's not getting uncooked. And all that about the old Steve -- all that stuff you keep crying about -- how I wouldn't do this and I'd never do that -- that's got nothing to do with me. And I'm not your science project, so get the hell out of my face. Leave me the hell alone.

Marlena: Well, it was a long shot... and I thought I might be wasting my time... but I thought, for Kayla's sake, I had to try at least once, for the sake of what we all were to each other. But, clearly, I'm wasting my time.

Steve: Yeah, you are.

Marlena: Sorry to have bothered you. Thank you. [Cellphone rings] Hello. [Gasps] Oh, no.

[Exhales deeply] Not Kayla.

Officer: I got the call, Detective. More cars are on the way. Are you all right?

Bo: Yeah. Go around the house. Check the back.

Officer: First, there's something I have to tell you. It's about your sister.

Bo: What's this about Kayla?

Officer: I got a call from dispatch on my way over. She was in a car accident.

Bo: Is she okay?

Officer: All I know is they took her to University Hospital.

Bo: Was anybody else hurt?

Officer: No other cars were involved. It seems she just went off the road.

Bo: All right, listen. I got to get to the hospital, but there's somebody in this house -- probably upstairs. Go outside and wait for backup. When they get here, you check this place top to bottom. Do what you can to find them.

Officer: I'll take care of it. I hope your sister's all right.

Bo: Thanks, man.

Philip: Let's go. [Door opens]

[Footsteps approach]

Steve: Oh, you again? You're as bad as my wife. What's it gonna take to get the two of you --

Marlena: I just got a call from University Hospital. Kayla's been brought into ER. Her car went off the road.

Steve: What? Is she all right?

Marlena: She's alive. That's all I know.

Steve: How'd it happen?

Marlena: I don't know.

Steve: Wait. Marlena, I hate to ask you this, but you got 20 bucks I can borrow for the vending machines? The slop they give us in here is not fit for a dog. I appreciate that.

Marlena: Thank you so much.

Steve: Hey, hey! Thanks for the double cellblock. Give Kayla my best! Hector, come here. Come here. You want to make a quick 20 bucks?

E.J.: That was quite the adventure, wasn't it? I'd say in spite of a few close calls, we pulled that off rather well.

Philip: Yeah, we're a regular Butch and Sundance.

E.J.: Relax. The only person who can I.D. us is the painter, so the chances of the Salem Police Force matching our description with that of a couple of working-class stiffs are slim to none. Your idea was brilliant. We got away with it.

Philip: I'll save "brilliant" for when this thing actually works.

E.J.: Well, let's take a look, shall we?

Philip: My sister's a freaking genius.

E.J.: She is, isn't she? I believed in Billie's product from the beginning.

Philip: I just hope she never finds out what we're really doing with it.

E.J.: She won't. Why don't we have a look at the rest of the Brady house, huh? Let's see. All the bedrooms -- working fine. Kitchen. Dining room. We have every inch of the house covered, with the possible exception of the bathrooms. I don't necessarily feel that we need to go there.

Philip: Right.

E.J.: Well, well, well. It looks like we got out just in the nick of time. Salem's finest are no doubt looking for the mysterious intruders. I'm sure they'll come up empty-handed, as normal.

Philip: To Bo Brady. Here's hoping he finds his son very, very soon.

E.J.: Indeed.

Philip: And now, E.J., it's your turn. You'll have the phone. You'll be the one watching everything that's going on inside that house. So between the two of us, you'll be the first to know when Shawn makes contact.

E.J.: I will contact you immediately, as per our deal.

Philip: I hope you remember that. 'Cause if you even think about holding out on me...

E.J.: What?

[Indistinct shouting in distance]

Steve: Hey, hey, hey. Hector. Come on. Did you get it?

Hector: Yeah, yeah. Here. It's from the janitor's closet.

Steve: That's it -- lye soap.

Hector: What do you need it for, anyway?

Steve: Don't worry about it. I got to rinse a few things out. I really appreciate it, man. Okay. Okay.

[Monitor beeping]

Bo: It's gonna be okay, sis. The doc says you have a concussion, so they want to keep an eye on you for a day or so. But from the looks of that car, you're lucky to be alive. Are you driving like your brother now -- a little too fast, got out of control?

Kayla: It wasn't my fault.

Bo: I know. I know. It was my fault. I got you upset. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I came down too hard on you.

Kayla: There was lights. There was lights.

Bo: Lights? What lights?

Kayla: There was lights behind me. The car wouldn't pass. It wouldn't pass.

Bo: All right. Just tell me what happened.

Kayla: The lights came up in the front, and they wouldn't go away, and I-I had to turn away. I had to get away.

Bo: All right. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay. Why don't you just close your eyes, get some sleep? We'll talk about this later. Shh! Shh! Shh! Just keep your eyes closed. Go to sleep. We'll talk later. It's all right.

[Door opens]

Marlena: Bo, how is she?

Bo: The doc says she has a pretty bad concussion but she's gonna be all right.

Marlena: Oh, thank God. She's been through so much.

Bo: Yeah, she's been through hell.

Marlena: Okay. What happened?

Bo: Somebody ran her off the road.

Marlena: E.J.?

Bo: We don't know for sure yet.

Marlena: So, what will it take to go after him, huh? What will it take this time for you to bring him in?

E.J.: You wouldn't be threatening me, would you?

Philip: Of course not. I was just restating our agreement for the record.

E.J.: Well, for your record, I'm very clear on our agreement.

Philip: Don't worry, Elvis. If I were threatening you, you'd know it.

E.J.: [Laughs] If you were threatening me, you would be very foolish.

Philip: Understand where I'm coming from. My entire life is in your hands right now. That little device is the one-and-only chance I have of finding my daughter. I don't want to mess this up.

E.J.: And you don't trust me.

Philip: Hmm. I know you have your own reasons for finding Shawn. You have your own agenda. And, just for the record, I don't trust anyone.

E.J.: Well, that's something we have in common, then, isn't it?

Philip: In spite of all of that, I think, when all is said and done, you and I can have and will have a mutually rewarding association, as long as we treat each other as equals.

E.J.: I have every intention of playing it 100% straight down the line with you, but don't ever make the mistake of thinking that you and I are equals.

Bo: Believe me, Marlena, Wells will be questioned. There will be a full investigation into this so-called accident. And we both know if he was involved, he'll make sure it can't be traced back to him. We've been down this road before too many damn times.

Marlena: I know. I can't stand this anymore. I feel so helpless just knowing that he's out there -- that monster -- hurting our family, hurting our friends. Someone has to stop him.

Bo: Yeah. That's what Kay was saying just before she got into her car. We had an argument.

Marlena: About E.J.?

Bo: Yeah. She's made it her personal mission to stop him. I warned her she was playing with fire. She got upset. I shouldn't have let her take off in her car when she was so angry.

Marlena: It's not your fault. She's only trying to protect her husband.

Bo: Has anyone told him about this?

Marlena: Uh, yeah, I was at the hospital when I got the call.

Bo: How did he react?

Marlena: He didn't seem to care much. He's not the same Steve that we knew.

Bo: You're right. He's not.

Steve: [Moaning]

Nurse: How long has he been like this?

Hector: I'm not sure. I was walking by, and I heard him moaning like someone was beating him. I burst in and found this.

Nurse: 104? Get a gurney. I'm calling University Hospital and telling them to send an ambulance. Something is very wrong.

Steve: I'm coming, sweetness. I'm coming.

Steve: I'm sorry, sweetness. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me how you almost got yourself killed tonight.

Bo: I want to talk to you about the fire.

Sami: The only way to stop him would be to put him in the ground.

Lucas: You gonna kill him?

Steve: If you ever go near Kayla again, I will kill you. Do you hear me?

E.J.: You've made your point.

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