tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49753881399081322012024-03-05T02:19:31.224-05:00Days of our Lives: The Alternate TimelineA continuation of NBC's Days of our Lives carrying on from the February 14, 2014 episode. I own none of the characters beyond those I create within the series.Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-21263293816281586722022-12-16T01:14:00.004-05:002022-12-16T01:33:29.399-05:00DAYS #194: Nick gives Gabi her deadline, Chad meets a familiar face (11/14/2014)<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGiSedPv5pSKEMshXtLOoJABlb1-EYDPZ6mTnvu07w9u386hLbRhNEDFf1Q8AFrqpDnL2fUCCU7u4dMTmIIPfCatGqxq6RvbOLdavG6AQLLsjPQMllpmxdml7SDJtJyOLdNzocoe1wLjfN4Mq6g6NWaohCjFA39GhDaRf0zwZ6y-rXjLoa5kVyeXo6w/s465/days_zpshcduktyy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="465" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGiSedPv5pSKEMshXtLOoJABlb1-EYDPZ6mTnvu07w9u386hLbRhNEDFf1Q8AFrqpDnL2fUCCU7u4dMTmIIPfCatGqxq6RvbOLdavG6AQLLsjPQMllpmxdml7SDJtJyOLdNzocoe1wLjfN4Mq6g6NWaohCjFA39GhDaRf0zwZ6y-rXjLoa5kVyeXo6w/s320/days_zpshcduktyy.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span data-cke-copybin-start="1"></span></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>EPISODE 194</b></span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</i><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Story Consultants: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</i></span>
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</span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> <span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><img alt="ba7N0Ne.png" class="ipsImage" data-cke-saved-src="https://boards.soapoperanetwork.com/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" data-loaded="true" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ba7N0Ne.png" src="https://i.imgur.com/ba7N0Ne.png" style="height: auto;" /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><img alt="ARBxFuk.png" class="ipsImage" data-cke-saved-src="https://boards.soapoperanetwork.com/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" data-loaded="true" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/ARBxFuk.png" src="https://i.imgur.com/ARBxFuk.png" style="height: auto;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">In the Horton kitchen, Jennifer sits at the dining table with Liam while he eats breakfast. Instead of eating, Jenn plays with her food, exhausted. After their awkward moment before, Liam is slightly nervous about speaking again, but eventually decides to break the awkward silence at the table.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>LIAM</b>: Everything…okay? You barely touched your eggs.</span></span>
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Jenn lays down her fork, looking up at Liam, a bit of a frown on her face.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: I’m fine. I just…I didn’t sleep much last night, that’s all.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: You sure you’re okay, Jenn? I can always get you some coffee—
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: No…no, I’m promise, I’m good. I guess I’m just worried about Abby, as well.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Yeah. She seemed disappointed about Jerome not taking her to the party tonight.
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Jennifer shrugs, sighing as she shakes her head, finally pushing her plate away.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Yeah, she did. And…I guess I’m…I’m still trying to figure things out, too.
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Liam looks up from his plate, inquisitively.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Oh? Like what?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Like how you knew about how I felt when my talk show ended. I mean, considering we didn’t know each other then.
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Liam eyes widen at Jenn, deeply uncomfortable about the subject being broached. He shifts in his seat.
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In the foyer outside the kitchen, Abby walks over to the front door of the house, and opens it to find Chad standing in the doorway. Abby’s sombre face lights up at the sight of Chad, but is tempered by the uncertain note they had left things when he left for Boston.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: Chad!
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Chad leans against the frame of the front door, smiling widely to see Abigail in front of him. He tries to look cool and collected, but is evidently a bundle of nerves, as he goes to speak to his ex-.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Abby! It’s…so good to see you.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: Yeah, you too. Um…wh-(sigh) when did you get back?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Oh I just…just got in this morning.
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Abby smiles, realizing Chad made a point to see her first thing. She’s so bedazzled by his appearance; she stares at him as though in a trance. After a moment, she snaps out of it and steps back from the doorway.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: Ah…come in!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Thanks.
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Chad obliges Abby’s request, and as he steps in, Abby closes the door behind him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: Did you, umm…did you want anything? Mom and Liam are in the kitchen having breakfast, did you eat? Did you want a coffee?
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Chad chuckles for a second at Abby’s awkward burst of hospitality.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Heh, nah, I’m…I’m okay. I just…Actually, I came to ask you something, if you…if I could.
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Abby looks puzzled, as she folds her arms in front of her, slightly uncomfortable.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: Um…yeah. Anything. What is it?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Well, the…the Penthouse Grille party is tonight, and…I was wondering if I could maybe take you as my date…if you don’t have any other plans?
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Abby tries to hide her excitement, and stumbles over how to respond.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">At the Kiriakis house, Maggie stands in the foyer, about to head for the hospital. Adrienne approaches from the kitchen, ready to come with her.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>ADRIENNE</b>: Alright, Maggie. I’m ready to go pick Victor up. Shall we?</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Maggie checks her bag for the keys, and pauses a moment, before pulling her cell phone from her bag.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: Almost, I just have to make sure the nurse I hired to care for Victor is gonna meet us at the hospital.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>ADRIENNE</b>: Oh, you hired a nurse for him?</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: I did. It was Daniel’s suggestion. He says the first few months after a major heart attack can be hard on someone Victor’s age. I just don’t wanna take any chances.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Adrienne smiles warmly, nodding that she understands what Maggie’s saying.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>ADRIENNE</b>: It’s a good idea. I’ll leave you to it. I’m gonna head out to the car, okay?</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: Alright. I’ll be there in a moment.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As Adrienne heads out the front door, Maggie places the call.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A young woman picks up in the lobby of an apartment building, as she presses the “Up” button on an elevator.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: (into phone) Hello?</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Maggie smiles, pleased Olivia’s responded.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: (into phone) Hi! Is this Nurse Olivia Philips? It’s Maggie Kiriakis!</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Olivia smiles, her voice brightening when she realizes who’s called.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: (into phone) Oh the feeling’s mutual. Listen, I’m headed for University Hospital now. Will you still be able to meet Mr. Kiriakis and I there for 2PM? I can bring you back to the house from there.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: (into phone) Oh that sounds great, Mrs. Kiriakis! I was just going to pop in to say hello to my friend Crystal first. She just moved to town and she’s not far from the hospital, so I’ll be there right at 2, no problem.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Maggie beams, hearing the good news.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: (into phone) Fantastic! It’s good to hear you have a friend in town. I was worried you’d be alone here. I know how hard it is starting a new life and having to make all new friends in a strange place.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">…</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: (into phone) Oh for sure. I’m grateful that’s not something I have to worry about.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As Olivia finishes her sentence, the elevator reaches the ground floor, and the bell dings, announcing its arrival.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: (into phone) Listen…Mrs. Kiriakis, I’m just getting on an elevator now, so I’ll have to go. I hate to cut the call short.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: (via phone) Oh, no! It’s no trouble at all. Don’t worry about.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: (into phone) I’ll see you at 2?</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>MAGGIE</b>: (via phone) Sure thing. Bye bye.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: (into phone) Bye.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">As Olivia hangs up, the doors open, revealing Jerome Grant. He smiles at Olivia, who smiles back, slightly awkwardly. Jerome nods a greeting to her, and holds the door of the elevator open for her. Olivia stops for a moment, before realizing what Jerome’s gesture is. She giggles as she steps on.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: Thanks.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>JEROME</b>: Anytime, Miss.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Jerome lets go of the elevator door, allowing it to shut, as Olivia presses the button to go up to Crystal’s apartment. Jerome walks out of the building toward the exit at the same time.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: Nick, I swear to you, I did not go into your drawer. I didn’t even know those pictures were in there, I promise you.
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Nick stares at Gabi, not saying a word to her, and making Gabi increasingly uncomfortable.
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After a tense moment, Gabi begins sound panicked, as Nick snaps, cutting her off and scaring Gabi into stepping back slightly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: Nick, I’m serious! I didn’t do it!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: BULL!
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After a moment, Nick continues, still clearly agitated but trying in vain to hide the fact.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: I saw you, Gabi. You didn’t see me, but I walked into my bedroom last night after the show, and you thought I was going to be out later because the show ended early. So, evidently, you weren’t watching when someone tried to drop a stage light on my head!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: I know, I’m sorry, I was just –
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: …So then I open my door, and I see you, my loving partner, devoted to the point where we were even married at one point! (laughs)
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Gabi shifts uncomfortably, as Nick looks on, unflinchingly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: And there she is, flipping through pictures in my dresser drawer, and then stealing them! Putting them in her bag.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: I…I didn’t—
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Nick cuts Gabi off again, slamming his hand down on his desk as he screams out at her, almost like an aggressive dog.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: LIAR!!
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After his outburst, Nick’s head begins to pound, and old familiar high-pitched squeal begins to play in his head, causing Nick to wince, and blink pronouncedly. Gabi, so caught up in her fear, barely notices as she begs him, speaking a hundred miles an hour.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: I’m not lying, I promise, Nick. Nick, I love you I would never do anything to jeopardize that, please, you have to believe me, I just—
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As Nick holds his head, as Gabi carries on, increasingly panicked and high-pitched, so does the echo, and the shrill high-pitched noise indicating his mind-numbing headache, until Nick snaps again, finally silencing Gabi, and reigning in the pain in his head.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Shut up! Shut up! SHUT. UP!
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Gabi finally steps back, as Sami and Kate pull her towards them, they look on, a sense of real concern and fear in all three women’s eyes, as they look at a red-faced Nick, who breathes heavily, and is beginning to visibly sweat.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>SAMI</b>: Nick, are you okay?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: I’m fine. I’m…I’m I’m good.
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Nick reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out his pill bottle, talking while he pops one, washing it down with his morning coffee.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: …But you won’t be. Not one of you. Not unless you follow my orders.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KATE</b>: Orders?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Yes, Kate. My orders. I have a plan for tonight. And if you want to stay out of prison for trying to kill me, you’re all going to follow it, to the letter. Got it?
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Kate, Sami and Gabi all look at each other, gravely concerned for each other, and, in some small way, for Nick.
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In the Horton kitchen, Liam sits across the kitchen table from a confused Jennifer. Flustered, he stammers out a response to Jennifer’s question.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: I…I dunno, you must’ve told me something about the talk show ending before.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Yeah, but…I mean, Liam, I don’t tend to go around talking about my feelings like that, I just…
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Well, Jenn, we’ve had a lot of really…intimate conversations, you and I. I mean, we’ve talked about Jack’s death, we’ve talked about the situation with Lawrence, we’ve…you know? We’ve…we’ve talked about a lot of things, babe. You can’t remember every conversation verbatim.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: I guess…I’m just…kinda surprised you knew about it.
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Liam gets up from the dining table, smiling as he winks at Jennifer.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Yeah, well, you DO know I have a really good memory too.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Oh I know that! (laughs)
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Liam extends a hand to Jenn, helping her up from her seat. She’s still visibly tired, and Liam pulls her in close to him in a warm, romantic embrace.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Look, you’re beat. I can tell. Why don’t you go lie down for a bit, and I’ll call the hospital and tell them you’re not coming today. ‘Kay?
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Jenn nods in approval, as Laura enters the kitchen from the back door of the kitchen, in exercise gear. She appears to have worked up a sweat, as she breathily announces her arrival.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: Well! Good morning, you two!
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Jenn and Liam turn sharply, while still holding each other. Jenn smiles weakly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Mom! How was your run?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: Oh, fine, sweetheart! You…you okay? You seem a bit tired.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Yeah, she’s…she’s not feeling too well, I was just gonna walk her up to bed.
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Laura looks on, concerned. She pulls Jennifer out of her embrace with Liam, and checks Jenn’s forehead, looking suspiciously at Liam, then turning her attentions back to Jenn.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: Oh, your temperature is okay, but…Um…Liam, I’ll walk Jennifer up, you head to the hospital.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: You sure?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: Certainly. I know you’ve got to get to work. I can handle Jennifer.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LIAM</b>: Well, if you do just…can you give me a call to let me know she’—
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: Of course, don’t worry. Come on, sweetheart, let’s go.
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Liam stands back, taking a moment to survey the situation, not trusting Laura’s reaction to the situation. He grabs his jacket from the back of his chair at the dining table, as Laura scurries Jennifer out of the room.
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Out in the foyer, Abby’s look of shock turns to a wide grin, as Chad looks back at her with a warm smile of his own.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: So? Are you down to go to the gala tonight with me?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: You know what? Sure! Sure, I would be happy to!
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Chad’s smile grows wider, and his posture immediately relaxes, as though he’s finally released months of tension in an instant. Just as he does, and they both start to laugh, Laura and Jennifer emerge from the kitchen, arm in arm, with Laura’s arm around Jenn’s shoulders, with Liam, heading out for work, not far behind them. Jenn, in particular, is excited to see Chad.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Chad! You’re back!
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Chad turns, pleasantly surprised to see Jenn.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Mrs. Deveraux! It’s good to see you!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Good to see you! Umm…
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Jenn separates from her mother, motioning to her to shake hands with Chad, which she does.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Mom, meet Chad DiMera.
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Laura, unsure about the DiMeras, reluctantly shakes Chad’s hand.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: DiMera! Well, Abby has told me a lot about you. I’m…you’re….
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Stefano’s son, but…thankfully not raised by him.
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Laura appears eased by Chad’s crack at Stefano’s expense, cracking a smile while tightening her grip on his hand, though, thanks to experience, still wary.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>LAURA</b>: Heh. Indeed. What brings you by?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: Well, Chad’s been recuperating in Boston. He was…shot a few months ago, and…
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: And I am a lot better. The time in Boston was well-spent.
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Jennifer smiles, earnestly pleased for him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: That’s good to hear, Chad, I’m so happy. So, I guess you just wanted to say ‘hello’ to Abby and let her know he was okay.
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Abby interjects, wanting to share the news with her family.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABBY</b>: Well, he also invited me out to the Penthouse Grille gala tonight. Aaaand I said ‘yes’.
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Jennifer and Laura smile brightly as Abby’s news (Laura, maybe with slightly less enthusiasm), before Jennifer notices Liam in the room, and reaches over to him to encourage Liam to approach Chad.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JENNIFER</b>: That’s so great! Oh, look, I have someone else for you to meet, Chad. Umm…Liam Frasier…this is Chad DiMera!
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Liam extends his hand to shake Chad’s. Chad looks at Liam curiously as he shakes the man’s hand.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>CHAD</b>: Pleased to meet you…though I…you look really familiar. I swear we’ve met before?
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Liam shakes Chad’s hand, but looks around uncomfortably, diverting his eyes from Chad. Laura, in particular, is intrigued by Chad’s recognition.
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At University Hospital, Daniel stands with Marlena and Kim by the Nurse’s station. Kim is excited by Daniel’s news that there may be some improvement in Theresa’s condition.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: There’s improvement?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: (sigh) Look, I don’t wanna get your hopes up, Kim. I’m not entirely sure whether there is a change, but…I think I have a way to find out.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: Daniel, what do you mean? I mean, is she starting to come out of her coma?
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Daniel shakes his head. He looks down, afraid to disappoint Kim in her rare moment of optimism.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: No, I umm…I don’t think so yet. But she may have increased brain activity, so what I wanna do is run an MRI to be sure.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MARLENA</b>: And if the MRI shows an improvement…
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: That would be a sign that she may soon come out of the coma.
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Kim tries to subdue her enthusiasm, knowing it’s only a small step toward Theresa’s recovery.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: Well, it’s something at least.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: Exactly. Look, I have to go see a patient.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: Of course. Of course. Thank you!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: No problem, Kim.
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Kim smiles, as Daniel puts a reassuring hand on Kim’s back, before stepping away. Before Daniel can get very far, Maxine calls out to him from the nurse’s station, drawing him back.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MAXINE</b>: Ahhh, Dr. Jonas? Have you heard from Nurse Clarke at all today?
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Daniel looks surprised, shaking his head, as he leans against the desk. Kim, still nearby, can’t help but overhear the conversation. She tries to non-chalantly listen in.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: No, she’s not in?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MAXINE</b>: No, she was meant to report for duty at 8am, and I haven’t seen her, no call. Nothing.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: That’s…odd. Tried her phone?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MAXINE</b>: Goes straight to voice mail, and her inbox is full.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>DANIEL</b>: Hm…
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Kim looks away, a look of deep concern on her face for the woman subletting Theresa’s apartment. Marlena notices Kim’s expression and puts a hand on Kim’s shoulder, snapping her out of her trance.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MARLENA</b>: Kim? You okay?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just…thinking about something. I’m gonna go visit Theresa for a minute. You wanna come with me?
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Marlena smiles warmly at Kim.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MARLENA</b>: Sure.
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The two take off down the hall toward Theresa’s room together.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Inside Crystal’s apartment, Sheryl pops in the second coloured contact, changing her eyes to match Crystal’s vibrant green eyes, before she applies the finishing touches on her outfit, set to disguise her as Nurse Crystal Clarke.</span></span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: 4B…iiiis this one!</span></span>
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Inside, Sheryl presumes Jerome has returned, and marches toward the door, frustrated by his repeated intrusion.
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She mutters under her breath, as she brusquely opens the door, surprised to see someone other than Jerome there.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>SHERYL</b>: I swear to God, Jerome. You’re worse than a cat—Oh.
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Olivia gushes, reaching her arms out toward Sheryl, stunning Sheryl completely.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>OLIVIA</b>: CRYSTAL! Oh my God! How are you?!
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Sheryl stands stiff, as Olivia reaches out and gives “Crystal” a big hug. Sheryl reluctantly reaches around to reciprocate this complete stranger’s hug, while her face shows her completely baffled by her surprise visitor.
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In Nick’s office, Sami steps forward to try to stop Nick from making more demands of her, Kate, and Gabi.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>SAMI</b>: Nick, come on. I mean, we’ve played along this whole time, don’t punish Gabi for this.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Oh, I’m not punishing her, Sami. What kind of guy do you think I am?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KATE</b>: You really want us to answer that?
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Kate looks away, sighing in frustration, as Nick continues to outline his plan to the assembled women.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Now, for a start, I don’t think it’s fair to just haul you all off to jail for one little mistake, so I’m willing to compromise, Gabi.
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Gabi looks at Nick, her eyes pleading with him for mercy.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: Anything.
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Sami elbows Gabi in the side for being such a pushover. Nick flashes his trademark smirk, as he leans back in his executive chair, looking almost too relaxed.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Good to know. Here’s the deal: We’re gonna get married again, properly this time. Big ceremony, open bar, we can do it up at the Penthouse Grille. It’ll be the talk of the town. Naturally, you’ll sign a pre-nup, so if we divorce, I’m not giving you half of what I earn, because, I mean, really.
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Sami and Kate look at each other, trying hard to avoiding both rolling their eyes. Nick continues, leaning forward again, resting against his desk.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Then, once we’re married, I will adopt Ari, and you’ll convince Will to give up parental rights.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>SAMI</b>: Over my dead body!
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Nick cooly shifts his eyes to look at Sami, his stone-faced expression not changing, as he responds to her outburst.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: That can be arranged too.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>SAMI</b>: You sick son of a—
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KATE</b>: Nick, you can’t expect to get away with that.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Oh I absolutely do. Because you have no choice. Any of you.
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Kate, Sami, and Gabi all sigh, none of them saying a word, as Nick finishes.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Anyway, once we get that figured out, Gabi, Ari, and I will go on an extended honeymoon to Greece. I have a lot of business to take care of with certain Titan properties Victor has in the homeland, so, could take….I dunno, couple years or so to tie it all up. Who knows, Gabi? Maybe you’ll like it so much, you won’t wanna come back!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: Nick, you can’t…(sigh) I can’t leave my family behind.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Don’t worry, I’ll arrange to have Rafe come visit if you need to. But I’m just trying to create a real family for us, Gabi. Isn’t that what you want?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: Yeah, but…not like this, Nick!
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Gabi steps toward Nick, looking incredulous as she stammers out the rest of her answer to Nick.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: I just…I wanted to take my time after…what…what happened at the river with us. You can’t just expect me to trust you right away like that.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Apparently not.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>GABI</b>: Nick, seriously. You have to understand the…the trust we had. It’s gonna take time to build that back up.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Then let’s have that time. You, me, and Ari. Outside of Salem, away from the influence of everyone else.
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Nick gets up from his desk, walking back around to the other side of it, as he finishes his thought.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Look, that’s my offer, take it or leave it.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KATE</b>: Oh come on! You can’t expect her to make a decision like that on the spot like that!
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Nick folds his arms in front of him, and leans against the front of his desk, shooting a look at Kate.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Of course not. This is a big decision, and it affects, well, more than even just the people in this room.
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Turning back to look at Gabi, he takes her trembling hand into his, and looks her in the eyes.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: You have until 10pm tonight. I um…I bought you a dress to wear tonight to the gala.
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Nick cracks a genuine smile while he describes the dress, a rare moment where he doesn’t appear guarded.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: It’s…this beautiful black and white lacy gown with these…long black satin gloves. I think you’ll look gorgeous in it. Anyway, it’s laying on my bed. Since you, obviously, have no problem getting into my room, I figured I’d leave it there for you. If you’re back at tonight at 10, wearing the dress, I’ll have my answer. And we can go up the party together and announce our engagement.
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Sami finally has the nerve to speak up again.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>SAMI</b>: And if she doesn’t?
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Nick’s expression hardens immediately, looking intensely at Sami.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>NICK</b>: Then you’re all going down for conspiracy to commit murder. Gabi, Will, EJ, everyone. And don’t think for a SECOND that I won’t.
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Kate and Sami exchange looks, as Gabi sighs, visibly shaking with fear, as Nick looks around the room, his hardened, emotionless expression adding to Gabi’s fear.
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</span><p></p>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-81403827456325972052021-07-26T19:11:00.005-04:002021-07-26T19:11:52.509-04:00DAYS #193: Chad is back! Nick lays his cards on the table (11/13/14)<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 193</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">In the University Hospital waiting room, Kim stands with her son, Andrew, placing a hand on Kim’s shoulder, while Marlena stands in front of her, holding both Kim’s hands in hers tightly. Kim looks down, avoiding Marlena’s gaze, as she thinks over everything Marlena’s just told her to try to comfort her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom…Marlena’s right. We’re here for you. Both of us. We want to help you through this, and if you’re feeling alone right now, you don’t have to.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Andrew’s right, Kimmy. I would NEVER do anything purposely to hurt you. Please know that. And don’t ever be afraid to reach out.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim looks up at Marlena, and then at her son. She tears up, trying to hold the tears in. Finally, she nods slowly.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: I know. (sigh) And thank you. Both of you. You…(sigh) I know I’ve been a lot to handle lately. I just…dammit, I’ve GOT a lot to handle.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim smiles through her tears, laughing at herself.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: But I don’t have to handle all of it myself. And I know I try to. Just…Heh…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim wipes away her tears as she tries to lighten the mood around her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Try not to let me, please?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena smiles earnestly, as Andrew pulls Kim into a tight hug. As he does, Eric and Valerie enter the room. They both look nervous, and the tension in the room immediately returns, with Marlena, Kim, and Andrew all turning to face Eric and Valerie at once.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Eric!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Hey, Mom.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Valerie, what…what’s the next step? When do we know?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Valerie looks around the room, a sense of trepidation in her voice as she tries to address everyone.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>VALERIE</strong>: The next step…we wait. I sent the results to the lab, they’re gonna look it over. I put a rush on the results.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim interjects, impatient but trying not to sound that way.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: So when will we know?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>VALERIE</strong>: We should find out whether Eric carries the gene that would potentially pass down Roman’s dementia to him in…well…less than 24 hours.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim, Marlena, Eric, and Andrew all exchange nervous glances, as Valerie bites her top lip, feeling the same tension that surrounds her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">In the Horton kitchen, Liam is fixing a hearty breakfast, as Jennifer walks into the room, groggy. After wiping the sleep from her eyes, she realizes Liam’s there, and looks on surprised, as Liam flips an egg in a pan on the stovetop.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Liam! How did you…?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Liam turns to face Jenn and smiles, before responding, turning back to face the stovetop.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Oh, Abby let me in on her way out to the square.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jennifer smells the food cooking and steps in closer to inspect what’s going on.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: You…you might as well have stayed the night if I’d known you were gonna come back so soon to make breakfast.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Ahhh, it’s alright! I had to go back to the house last night anyway, and check in on some stuff, so it all worked out.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Liam slides the egg onto a plate, ready with fresh toast and bacon, before walking both his and her plates to the kitchen table, where Jenn sits down.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: For you, Madame.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jennifer looks up at Liam and smiles.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: You really didn’t have to go to this much trouble, you know. I’m…hardly even awake right now.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Yeah, I noticed you were a little late getting up, what’s wrong?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jennifer shrugs, as she looks down at her plate, almost unsure if she even has the appetite to eat. Liam sits down across the table from her, looking concerned.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: (sigh) I don’t know. I just…couldn’t drag myself out of bed.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Is it work or something? I mean…I know you’ve been taking on a lot more responsibility since Anne quit, but…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Yeah, I…definitely have, haven’t I? I…I honestly have no idea. I haven’t felt like this since…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Since around the time your show ended.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jennifer looks up at Liam suddenly, which prompts Liam’s eyes to pop out a bit.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: How did you…? </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: I…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Before either of them can respond, Abby storms into the kitchen, visibly upset. Jennifer and Liam both look up, startled.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Abby? Honey, what’s wrong?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I don’t wanna talk about it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby opens the fridge, and pulls out a pack of yogurt. Liam pipes up, as Abby closes the fridge door and opens the drawer to grab a spoon.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: You sure? You seemed fine when I arrived…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I…I think I may…have just been dumped.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jennifer and Liam both look at each other, shocked, before looking up at Abby.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick leads Sami, Kate, and Gabi into his office at the Titan building, all three trying to hide their nervousness, while Nick looks confident and as smug as usual.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">After shutting the door behind him, Nick heads over toward his desk, as Kate immediately begins talking.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Alright, Nick, what’s this all about?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Now, come on, Kate! Don’t be hasty! I’ll get to it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate and Sami exchange a quick glance, before Sami pipes up.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Well, I don’t know how much time I have, Nick. I’ve got a lot to get done at work if I’m ever gonna…snatch Gabi away from the jaws of the Salem’s biggest botox receptacle—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: OKAY, Sami, that’s a bit much, no? This is business, I think we can a little more professional…at least most of us can.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick interrupts the mudslinging, taking over Sami’s attempt to rebut Kate’s snide remark.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Ladies! Let’s…put our claws away for a moment, yes? </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick smiles, as Sami and Kate pipe down, and glare at the young executive.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: There’s ultimately no need for you two to be at each other’s throats like this, honestly. Gabi’s bidding war is, for all intents and purposes, over anyway!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate, Sami, and Gabi look at each other with confusion.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: I mean…yeah, I already signed with MadWorld days ago. You knew that.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh, for sure! But I know Kate and Sami are putting on a good show of trying to keep the war going for my sake, and…honestly, guys…you don’t have to. I know what you’re up to.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Oh you do, now? And just what are we up to?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: You’re trying to get the drop on me, and I won’t let you do that.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami, though slightly unnerved, still continues to play it cool, snarking back at Nick against her better judgment.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Someone sounds paranoid. Why won’t we this time, Nick? What did the guiding spirit tell you?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick’s face becomes serious suddenly, as his tone of voice drops as he drops his latest bomb.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Because I’ve decided to sell MadWorld to DiMera, and they’re intending to fold it into Countess W, so….you see, Kate? Guess you’re out of a job!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick smiles broadly, as Kate’s jaw drops. Sami and Gabi look at Kate to see her reaction to the news.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">In the Horton kitchen, Jennifer gets up from the kitchen table, and puts her arm around her daughter’s back, looking concerned and curious. Liam stands to the side, but shows concern as well.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Oh Honey, what happened?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby stares blankly, almost oblivious to her mother’s comforting hand.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I…I don’t know. I was talking to Jerome and he just…I thought he wanted to go to the party tonight, and he just…made some excuse and left. I just…Mom, I have no idea what I said. It’s like…like a switch went off in his head or something.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Honey, you did nothing wrong. You just…(sigh) You know some guys are a bit intimidated when a girl asks them out.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, but…Mom, it didn’t feel like that was what did it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Liam chimes in, still standing slightly apart from Abby and Jennifer.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Are you sure? I mean…guys can be really hard to read, Abby. They keep a lot of things bottled up.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Liam’s right, Sweetie. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: No. No, it was…something else. Honestly, I feel like I’ve been the one holding back. I mean, Mom, you even said so yesterday. Maybe he’s fed up of waiting for me to open up.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>LIAM</strong>: I don’t know if that’s true, Abby. The right guy would be willing to wait…and to help you feel comfortable around them.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jennifer smiles, and nods in agreement.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Exactly. Besides, if that is the reason he didn’t want to go to the party with you, then maybe you’re better off without him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby tries to object, but as she begins, the doorbell rings.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Oh come on, Mom, Jerome’s—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby stops mid-sentence and turns toward the door. She breaks away from her mother’s embrace and, huffily, heads for the foyer.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I’ll get it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">In the foyer, Abby walks toward the door. Opening it, she looks up at who’s there, and is stunned.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Chad!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Chad stands before her, smiling widely as he sees his ex- after many months.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena and Kim walk through the lobby of Universiy Hospital, talking with each other, with a very clear reserve in how they speak to each other. Kim appears visibly shaken, while Marlena tries to keep a cool exterior, but is a bundle of nerves inside, herself.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: So, are you going to the party tonight?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: No, I don’t…I don’t think that’s such a great idea.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena stops and turns to look at Kim, slightly concerned.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: You sure? I think getting out of the house could do you some good. You’ve been so cooped up lately.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim smiles half-heartedly.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Marlena, as much as I agree with you, it just…it isn’t the same without Shane.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena nods, understanding Kim’s position.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Believe me. I know. I wish John would be there tonight. (sigh) But…what are you gonna do? I’m just…I’m gonna go to support Maggie and Julie.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: That’s good. I know Andrew’s going too. Were you uh…were you planning to bring Roman with you?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: I think it might be good for him, actually. Some faces that may be familiar to him and all. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim nods, still reluctant to make eye contact with Marlena. Marlena senses Kim’s sadness, and presses one more time.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Kimberly…are you absolutely sure you don’t want to go tonight? You…seem to be…so alone.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim shakes her head, looking up at Marlena and smiling for a moment.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: No, no. I umm…I need to talk to Valerie about something…nothing to do with Roman, before you ask. And then I’d…I’d just like to spend some time with Theresa. You know?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena smiles warmly.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: I understand. I’m sure you know, coma patients can hear us speaking to them. And I think you speaking with her will help her recover, Kim. I can feel it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim smiles, starting to tear up a little again.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Thanks.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">As Marlena reaches out and rubs Kim’s shoulder affectionately, Daniel steps toward them from the nurses’ station, and Kim calls out to him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh, Daniel!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>DANIEL</strong>: Kimberly! Good to see you. In fact, you are exactly the person I wanted to see.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh…wow, it’s been awhile since any man’s said that to me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena and Kim chuckle to each other, as Daniel responds.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>DANIEL</strong>: Yeah, well…I think that smile on your face is gonna hold for a bit longer.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Why’s that?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>DANIEL</strong>: Well, I….I don’t wanna get your hopes up, but…I think there may be some improvement with Theresa’s condition.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim’s jaw drops, as Marlena stands next to her, equally stunned.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">At Crystal’s apartment, Sheryl finishes brushing her long, dyed red hair, and readies her disguise, about to put in her coloured contacts. As she begins to put the first one in, there is a knock at her door. Sheryl calls out to the person there.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Just a minute!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Stopping before she puts the contact in, returning it to its case, and shaking the contact solution from her finger, Sheryl walks to the door and looks through the peephole, she smiles, and opens the door for Jerome to return.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">As he steps into the room, Sheryl closes the door behind him, and Jerome hands her a small earbud. Sheryl looks down at it, slightly confused.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Take this.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sheryl takes the earbud, and holds it up.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: And what exactly am I going to do with it?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: That’s gonna be how we communicate while you’re at the party.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sheryl walks over to the kitchenette, and pours herself another coffee, while Jerome asks her questions about her plan.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: So where will you be for all this?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I’ll be at the Java Café. No one will be suspicious cos there’s people there morning, noon, and night playing video games and they talk some wild stuff, so I’ll blend in just fine.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Okay. So at my end, just so we’re clear, I’m going in early. I’ll make sure I blend with the wait staff setting up for the event.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Okay, that’ll give me time to get set up. The moment you locate Jordan at the party, I’ma turn off the security system and main power to the building, they’ll be on backup generators.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: And you know how to access that.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jerome sideeyes Sheryl, slightly annoyed by her question.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I have figured out systems way more difficult that Titan Enterprises. Give me a damn break.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sheryl holds her hands up, knowing she’s offended Jerome.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Alright! Alright! Sorry I asked. So…once you’ve turned the system off, the cameras will be out of order, I can get down to Nick’s office, and take care of him, then get out with Jordan to the street.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: And you’re not parking underground.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Right, because there’s no guarantee the gate will work if the power’s off.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: You got it. Now, have Jordan change on the drive up. Once you’ve swapped cars, get Jordan to drive the rest of the way, and you can change. Then drive off the embankment, and you call me when you get to where you’re going, and only then.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sheryl nods, clutching the earpiece in her hand tightly. After a moment, Sheryl sighs, suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Right. I think I’m ready.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jerome laughs, shaking his head at Sheryl’s sudden nervousness.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: You better be ready, or you’ll be dead. And you better hope to Hell that Jordan doesn’t try to fight you on this.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Yeah, well…she hasn’t before.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: She hasn’t had a reason to before.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sheryl glares back at Jerome, before walking toward the door to show him out. He follows casually behind her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: …And even if she does, I’ll make sure she follows direction.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Opening the door to show Jerome out, Sheryl turns and smiles, her old confidence returning.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Trust me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Well…Good luck. Please, Sheryl. Make sure you follow my every instruction on this.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: I will. You’re my eyes and ears in there, so I’ll have to.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Don’t forget that. And for the last time…my name never appears in the same sentence as any of this. You got that?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: It’s a deal.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jerome walks out, and Sheryl closes the door behind him. Leaning against the back of the door, Sheryl sighs heavily, her nervousness once again showing.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">In Nick’s office, Kate is incensed by Nick’s threat to sell MadWorld off and put her out of a job. She steps forward, pointing aggressively at Nick, who leans back against his desk, smug expression once again.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: You slimy son-of-a-bitch. I gave you a job at MadWorld to begin with, and this is how you repay me? By firing me?? By selling off the company I have been trying to use to save this corporation off for parts?!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Now, now, Kate. Cool your jets! I’m sure Sami will be able to find some use for you at Countess W.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami looks at Nick, then at Kate. Gabi stands speechless, as Sami questions Nick on the details of the plan.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: That presumes that this is actually what’s going on, and that you’re not just bluffing. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh this isn’t a bluff at all. In fact, it’s all in motion as we speak.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami jumps down Nick’s throat again, not quite listening to what Nick’s said.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Oh the Hell it is, I haven’t heard a single word about this from E—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami stops herself, suddenly making a connection in her mind between Nick’s words, and EJ’s mysterious meeting from the morning.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: You son of a bitch.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: You know, you and Kate are being awfully liberal with the insults directed at my mother right now and I don’t really appreciate it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick casually takes a sip of coffee, as Sami fires back again.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Your little game isn’t gonna work, and I’m gonna make sure of it. I’m stopping your little deal the first chance I get. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh, are you?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Oh you’re damned right I am. Tell me, Nick. Who’s your partner in this?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick laughs at Sami’s question, setting his coffee down on the desk.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Come on, Nick! Tell me who you’re brokering this deal with!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: I’m sure you’ve already figured it out, Sami.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami steps toward Nick, ready to deck him, when Gabi cuts in, trying to reason with him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Sami, Sami! It’s okay!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Gabi pulls Sami back, and takes a rational, calm tone to Nick, hoping to shift the dynamics in the room.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Look, Nick…I don’t understand what’s going on, but…can we just…put all this…just put it all aside for a minute? Look, I don’t want a war between Arianna’s grandmother and—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate cuts in before Gabi can continue.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: DON’T…say it, Gabi.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: (sigh) I don’t want a rift in my daughter’s family, and besides, this…this should be a happy time for us. I want us to celebrate this time, together. You know? </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick smiles at Gabi, listening attentively to Gabi.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Mmhmm?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: I mean, you’re a power player in business, Ari and I have moved in with you, I…I love you so much, and I want this for us, don’t spoil this day for us with…bitterness over the past, Nick!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Gabi reaches out to hold Nick’s hand, but instead of taking it, Nick slowly raises both his hands, and begins to slowly applaud her. Gradually clapping quicker and quicker, before laughing heartily, and shouting out in mocking congratulations.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Brava! Encore! </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Gabi looks confused, turning quickly to Kate and Sami to try to figure out what is happening, before turning back to look at Nick. Nick leans back against his desk once again, folding his arms in front of him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Fabulous performance, Gabi.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Wh…what do you mean…performance?? Nick, I’m serious—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh I’m sure you are, Gabi. This whole…charade you’ve cooked up with Kate and Sami is just…well, let’s just say, you got a future on the stage, kid. Cos you had me fooled.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Gabi tightens up, tense as she realizes something major has changed in Nick.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Nick, what are you talking about? What…what charade are you talking about?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Save it, Gabi. I saw you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Saw me doing what, Nick?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick stands up, and saunters over to Gabi, and leans in close, whispering just loud enough for everyone to hear.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: I caught you in my room last night, stealing the pictures of you, Kate, and Sami trying to drown me, right out from my own dresser.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Gabi’s eyes widen, as Kate and Sami look deflated, realizing the game is up. Nick looks at Gabi, slight menace in his eyes as he looks directly into Gabi’s.</span>
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"></span>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-88497162269440695382021-07-06T13:49:00.005-04:002021-07-06T13:49:55.218-04:00DAYS #192: Nick calls a meeting, Marlena and Andrew talk Kim down (11/12/14)<p><span data-cke-copybin-start="1"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 192</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Inside the Titan building, Sami marches through the sliding doors of the building, quickly followed by Kate, who is trying to catch up, hoping to calm Sami down before she goes any further.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Sami! Sami, stop.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami ignores Kate and makes a beeline for the elevator, but Kate grabs Sami’s arm to stop her dead in her tracks.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Sami!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: What?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate looks around and steps in closer to Sami, speaking softly so as not to draw attention to themselves.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Is it not possible that EJ is working on something to help save us? I mean, why does your mind immediately go to sabotage?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Because there’s too much that doesn’t fit, Kate. I don’t trust him, and I KNOW EJ’s hiding something from me. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: For your own protection! Sami, if there was something EJ needed to take care of to clear you, it might be dangerous, and you know you don’t exactly tread lightly in precarious situations.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami rolls her eyes at Kate, but doesn’t fire back, recognizing she probably has a point.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (sigh) Yeah.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Look, I know you’re dealing with a lot, and it’s hard to trust a man who would violate you the way he did…but you know what he’s done to make it up to you. Sami, you need to remember that EJ had a choice, multiple times. To choose his father, or you. And he has chosen you. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: And what if he’s playing both sides—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: He’s not! Sami, you need to trust someone in all this. Trust EJ.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Before Sami can answer, Kate and Sami’s phone buzz. A text message has been sent to them both.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami looks at her phone, her face drops immediately. Kate looks up at Sami, a horrified expression in her eyes.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Oh God.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Nick.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate motions to the elevator.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Come on, let’s go.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate and Sami turn toward the elevator, making haste to see what doom awaits.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">---</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick, upstairs at the Penthouse Grille with Julie, slyly stuffs his cell phone back into his pocket. Julie is directing the staff where to place the tables, as Percy approaches Nick, emerging from the elevator.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Oh oh oh, Kelly! Put it to the left a bit more. I want to make a dancefloor area for tonight. Thank you, darling!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>PERCY</strong>: GREETINGS!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Julie jumps at Percy’s announcement, turning around to see who’s arrived.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Oh my God! You…(laughs) you scared me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>PERCY</strong>: My apologies, Mrs. Williams.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Well, your apology is accepted, Mister…?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Ruggles. Percy Ruggles. I’m Nicholas’ assistant.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Ah! Delightful!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick smiles at Percy as he interjects.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Yeah, Percy is indispensable to me. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Good help is hard to find. Ah, Nick, I need to go over a couple things quickly for tonight.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh, for sure, Julie. I need to as well.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick turns quickly to Percy, and asks a favour of him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Ah, Percy. Can you head down to the copy room? I have a folder there I’m gonna need.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Certainly. Meet you in your office?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Perfect.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Percy takes off, as Nick turns his attentions back to Julie. He speaks in a joking manner to his cousin.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Great. Alone at last!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Julie smiles widely, grabbing her clipboard from the table in front of her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Perfect. (laughs) Now, what did you need?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick walks casually toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, looking out at the cityscape as he goes over his plans for the night, his hands in the pant pockets of her suit.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Well…I just want to make sure tonight goes off without a hitch. I have some big plans I need executed tonight. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick turns to look at Julie from the window.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Think you can handle it?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Julie nods.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: I think I can. What did you have in mind?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Well…this is my first party since becoming CEO, and I wanted to make a splash. Sort of…announce my arrival in the business world. You know?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Alright…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick walks back toward Julie, looking around the room, a bit in awe of the grandeur surrounding him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: I want to have a…sort of official announcement mid-party. Two, actually. One to commemorate the new restaurant and all the work you and Maggie have put into it…and one for me. If that can be arranged?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Julie beams, impressed by Nick’s plans. She starts to giggle as she responds to Nick’s idea.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: I think so. (laughs) you know, Nick…I’m just…I’m so proud of you. And I think your mother would be as well if she were here.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Julie hugs her cousin, who hugs back, though taken aback by the second reference to his mother that day.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Thanks…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JULIE</strong>: I do wish she could be here. And your father, too.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick breaks out of their hug, suddenly with a dour expression.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Yeah, I…I don’t know about that. Frankly, I’m kinda glad they aren’t here. Especially Mom.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Julie looks confused, as Nick looks down, away from Julie’s probing gaze.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Look, Julie, I gotta take off. But I think whatever you’ve got planned for tonight is gonna be great. Okay? So…Anyway, I’ll see you tonight.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick heads for the elevator, leaving Julie behind, a little baffled by Nick’s less-than-positive reaction to his mother’s mention.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">At University Hospital, the elevator doors open, revealing Eric as he steps off to meet with Marlena and Kim, who are seated together in the waiting area. He can tell immediately the two women are tense, and approaches carefully so as not to startle them.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Morning.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena looks up at Eric, and smiles warmly at her son.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Eric! I’m glad you’re here.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Morning, Eric.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Eric looks at Kim, and smiles quickly, before looking around for Roman, and Marlena and Kim rise from their seats.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Hey, Aunt Kim. Um…where’s dad?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Oh, Valerie’s already taken him in to start his tests, we’re just waiting for him to finish now, and then…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ERIC</strong>: …And then it’s my turn….Does…ummm…does Sami know about the test yet?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena looks down, somewhat embarrassed.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Umm…no. I, I didn’t have a chance to tell her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim looks at Marlena, annoyance back on her face, as she probes for more information.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Did you try to call her, at least?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Well, we had to be here early, and…(sigh) I know this would upset her. She’s got enough on her plate right now, so—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Before Kim can respond, Andrew emerges from down the hall with a tray of three coffees, one for Marlena, one for Kim, and one for himself. He nods and smiles as he sees Eric has arrived.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Okay! Here we go, ladies! Hey Eric! So that’s…one for you, Ma. One for you, Marlena…umm…did you want one, Eric? I can always go back, and…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Eric holds up his hand to refuse, shaking his head.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ERIC</strong>: No no no no, I’m fine. Gotta keep an empty stomach before the tests anyway, so…I’ll get some after. Thanks, though.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: It’s cool, man. No problem.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">As Andrew finishes handing off the coffees, Valerie emerges from the exam room, approaching the group. They all turn to face Valerie, the group growing suddenly silent.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>VALERIE</strong>: Oh good. Eric, you’re here. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Yes! Dr. Grant.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>VALERIE</strong>: It’s time for your tests. Step inside with me, we’ll get you started.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Valerie tries to cut the tension, smiling to welcome Eric into the exam room. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">As Eric walks inside, with Valerie following, she shuts the door behind him. The others stand outside the room, looking extremely tense, desperately worried about the outcome.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby emerges from the Java Café, walking into the Horton Town Square, where she notices the hubbub of a camera crew set up. Curious, she looks around to see what’s going on, before she spots Jerome walking toward the café. The both smile as they greet each other.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Hey, Jerome!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Abs, what’s up?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jerome kisses Abby gently on the cheek, which makes Abby blush a bit.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Oh you know, just…morning coffee.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: That was my plan, too. Got some time today, so I figured I’d take a walk for a bit, see what’s going on.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah…looks like there’s a lot going on here.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby points out the cameras and lights being set up in the square, which Jerome turns momentarily to look at, as well.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Yeah, some kinda…video shoot or ad or something for the Anjelica Deveraux campaign, I heard.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Ohh okay.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Hey, you busy tomorrow night? I got nothing planned and I figure, maybe we can go on a REAL date, maybe?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby chuckles, but then sighs.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I wish I could. Nicole’s got me doing a bunch of work for the next show, and I won’t be able to get away. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby perks up, suddenly, remembering the party.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: BUT, I do have tonight free, if you wanna be my +1 at the Penthouse Grille party.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Jerome’s face drops suddenly, as he stammers, trying to worm his way out of Abigail’s invitation.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Ah, oh….naw, I can’t tonight. I um…I gotta take care of an assignment.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Oh that’s fine, just do the assignment today and you should be done in time for the party. It doesn’t even start until 7—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Nah, it’s…it’s group work, and we…look, Abby I’m sorry. But we’ll get together soon. I promise.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby looks confused, as her voice trails off.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, sure…</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Look, I gotta get this coffee and head back. I’ll call you this week and we’ll figure something out, okay?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby nods half-heartedly, as Jerome puts his hand on Abby’s shoulder, before heading into the Java Café.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, sure. Bye.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">As Jerome heads inside, Abby looks annoyed and disappointed. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Abby watches the film crew setting up, as Noelle and Anjelica stand together by the benches, going over their plan for the ad shoot. They are deep in discussion, as television cameras and lighting equipment are being set up around them. Noelle taps away on her tablet as she and Anjelica talk.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: So after you mention your energy plan, you’ll turn to Camera 2, and give the campaign slogan, and we’re out.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: That simple! </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Thaaat simple.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Anjelica smiles, a look of pride in her eyes, as Noelle saves a note on her tablet. As Anjelica begins to speak, Noelle looks up at Anjelica.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You know, I’m pleased you decided to join the campaign team, Noelle. You’ve been exactly what I needed. A firm hand, someone who’s organized, keeps up with me. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Noelle looks down at the table in front of her, and sets her tablet down on it. She sighs, smiling at first, though very clearly troubled by something.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Well, thank you, Anjelica. I think it was exactly what I needed. Lord knows sitting at home, trying to keep my husband’s attention isn’t working.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Anjelica puts a hand on Noelle’s shoulder, as Noelle turns back to face her mother-in-law.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Hey. Alex loves you very, very much. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Yeah, well. If he does, he’s forgotten how to show it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Noelle looks over, as the director walks over.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>DIRECTOR</strong>: Alright, Ms. Deveraux, we’re ready for you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Anjelica nods, and smiles at the director, before turning back to Noelle.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Perfect. Thank you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Anjelica squeezes Noelle’s hand quickly, trying to give her quick comfort before going in front of the camera.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Noelle. I know my son. If he wanted to be with anyone else, he would be with them. But he’s with you. You need to believe in that love he has for you. Okay?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Noelle looks at Anjelica, and smiles half-heartedly, and nods, before looking back down at the table in front of her and grabbing her tablet to do a bit more work.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Anjelica walks over to the director, before standing before the cameras as they prep her shot. Anjelica thinks to herself.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (voiceover) And if he doesn’t stay with you…then we’ll all have a lot more trouble.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Anjelica looks straight ahead at the camera. And sighs, before brushing off the troubles on her mind, and smiles broadly.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim steps into the hospital waiting room with a coffee in hand for Andrew, where Marlena and Andrew are seated, catching up. As Kim enters, Marlena and Andrew stand up, with Kim passing the coffee to Andrew.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Thanks, Ma.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Kim, any news?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim shakes her head, all three of them visibly nervous and hesitant to talk.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Not yet. (sigh) Not that I have any idea what this is going to achieve, anyway.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena pipes up, reiterating her reasons to Kim.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Kim, we’ve been over this. We wanted to be sure that whatever is going on inside Roman’s brain isn’t hereditary. I’m hoping that we can maybe spare our kids the pain of going into this unprepared.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim scoffs at Marlena’s assertion, dismissively responding.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh, you mean like you prepared Sami? </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena is stunned silent, as Kim continues, getting increasingly upset as she speaks.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Because, honestly, Marlena, I think that shows me exactly what your real motives are for running these tests. It’s not to help Roman, it’s not to help Eric, or Andrew, or Theresa, or Chelsea, and Shawn, or ESPECIALLY Sami. Because if it were really about protecting them, you would’ve made SURE she was okay with it before we got here this morning, and the fact you didn’t? That shows me that this is still about proving that this is all another game of Stefano’s, and proving this…flight of fancy that MAYBE, just MAYBE, Roman isn’t actually dying because the man that’s dying before our eyes isn’t the real Roman Brady after all. Right, Marlena? </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom, come on--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena nods, holding in whatever anger she’s feeling, and tries to speak compassionately to Kim.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: No, no. Andrew, this is good. Kim, let it out—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh, don’t you DARE patronize me, Marlena! </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: No, Kimmy, I…you’ve been holding in your anger so much for so long, about everything. Kimmy, so much has happened to you lately, the more you bottle it up, the more likely it is that—</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: That what?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena stops herself, and Kim waits a second for answer, before laughing with incredulity.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh my God, you’re trying to shrink me!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena tries to remain calm, and speaks softly, but firmly.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: No, Kim. That’s not what I’m trying to do at all. I’m looking out for you as your friend.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh come on, I’m not stupid. Come on, Marlena! Dammit, I’m a therapist too. I know what you’re doing. It’s not going to work with me, and you aren’t going to deflect from what I’m saying.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom, it’s okay! Look, Marlena really is trying to help you. And deep down, you know that too!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim scoffs at Andrew, almost to the point of tears at this point.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: Do I? Andrew, I don’t…I don’t know who to trust anymore. I couldn’t trust Philip, your father’s disappeared again, your sister is lying in a coma I don’t know if she’ll ever get out of, my mother barely recognizes me anymore, and my own friend is trying to…gamble with whatever’s left of my brother’s life.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Marlena steps in, grabbing Kim by the hands and looking straight into her eyes. She speaks insistently to her friend.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: NO! No, Kimberly, that is NOT true! You have been hurting for so very long, and you have far too much on your plate. We’re here for you, Andrew and I. Look, whatever you think I’m trying to do, I promise you, I am not trying to hurt you or Roman. I love you both very very much, and I want your health and happiness more than anybody.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Andrew puts a hand on Marlena’s shoulder, and agrees with Marlena.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: And so do I, Mom. We just want to look out for you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Now, I didn’t tell Sami about today because she has far too much going on right now herself. And she can be extremely unpredictable when she hears news that upsets her. I didn’t think you needed that today, so I held off until I knew something one way or another.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim looks uncertain, as her eyes dart back and forth between her son and Marlena, studying them to see what to believe.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KIM</strong>: And you want me to believe that you did this for me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: I do because it’s the TRUTH, Kim. I did it for Sami, and for you. I want to take some of the burden off your shoulders, and so does Andrew. Please let us do that for you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kim looks at her son, whose concern is plain on his face, before looking at Marlena, who still is holding Kim’s hands in hers. Kim sighs, thinking over everything she’s been told.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">At the Titan Building, in the hallway leading toward Nick’s office, Kate and Sami step off the elevator, and Sami walks quickly toward Nick’s office. Kate languishes behind, calling Sami back.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Sami, wait.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami stops, and turns back around, sounding annoyed at Kate.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: What, Kate?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: We have to talk strategy before we go in there.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: What is there to talk about, Kate? He’s just gonna blow more smoke, maybe get one of his headaches and make a bunch of idle threats. We got this.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Except we don’t. I have a feeling something is up, otherwise he wouldn’t be calling us up to his office. Nick doesn’t play it that way. Now, we have to make sure Nick thinks we’re still in a bidding war over Gabi, and that you’re very annoyed with me for Gabi signing with MadWorld over you at Countess Wilhelmina. We have to keep the game going, and NOT even give a HINT of tension between you and EJ, got it?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami is at first tense, her arms folded, and her demeanor defensive. But as Kate lays our her plan, Sami relaxes a bit, unfolding her arms, and finally nodding in agreement.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Yeah, probably for the best. I just…I don’t think we have anything to worry about where Nick’s concerned.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">As Sami finishes her sentence, the elevator doors open, revealing Gabi. Kate and Sami look dumfounded as Gabi steps off the elevator, just as surprised to see them as they are to see her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Okay, why are you two here?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate turns to Sami, her eyes wide.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: I told you. He’s absolutely up to something.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate turns to Gabi, and motions to her to come along.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Let’s go.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: Okay, what is who up to?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Nick, who else? He’s called us all to his office.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Right, and that means we have to stick to our game plan.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: And just what exactly IS our game plan?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate stops just near Nick’s new secretary’s desk, and turns to look at Gabi.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Follow my lead, and say nothing if at all possible.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Kate turns back to look at the young woman at Nick’s reception desk.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MALAYA</strong>: May I help you?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Yes, we’re here to see Mr. Fallon. He should be expecting us.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MALAYA</strong>: Perfect, and you are?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: Ms. Roberts, Miss Brady, and Miss Hernandez.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>MALAYA</strong>: Perfect, sit tight, I’ll let him know you’re here.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Malaya calls through to Nick, who’s waiting inside his office. As she does this, Sami turns to Gabi, speaking softly so as not to be heard over the intercom.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (whispering) Kate’s right, don’t say a word unless you’re spoken to, and let Kate and I fight it out. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>GABI</strong>: (whispering) Okay, but he just said he had a surprise for me over the phone, I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>KATE</strong>: I’m sure we’re about to find out.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Nick emerges from his office, a bright smile on his face, as he motions to the three ladies come in.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US"><strong>NICK</strong>: Morning, ladies. Won’t you step inside?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US">Sami, Kate, and Gabi look at each other, then at Nick, suspicious and very clearly afraid of what’s coming, but trying desperately to hide it from Nick.</span>
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></p>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-24828984274922474832021-04-16T21:47:00.007-04:002021-04-16T21:58:47.169-04:00DAYS #191: Kate gives Sami a pep talk, EJ follows a solid lead (11/11/14)<p><span data-cke-copybin-start="1"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 191</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will stands, leaning forward on the back of the sofa in the Kiriakis living room, as Gabi stands nearby with arms folded, more than a little stunned at her interaction moments before with Anjelica.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Okay, what did I just walk in on?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi turns to look at Will, shrugging, as she stumbles over her words, trying to explain herself.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I....honestly? I think I just...stood up for myself.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will looks somewhat confused, and probes on.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh? Against Anjelica Deveraux? </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Yeah, I'm...I'm kinda amazed I had it in me. She's...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: She can be pretty intimidating, I know...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi nods quickly, her nerves once again returning.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Yeah, I...she's not very happy I'm here.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah, not...not many of us are, Gabi. You really need to be careful whose bad side you get on.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi looks at Will, seriously.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: You mean yours and Sonny's?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will is somewhat taken aback by Gabi's accusation, and holds his tongue.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">In Sami's car, Kate holds Sami, cradling her motheringly as Sami cries. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: It's okay....Shhh....it's alright.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">After a moment, Sami leans back over into her own seat. Kate looks through her clutch for a tissue, and hands one to Sami, as Kate gives her some advice.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Have you talked to anyone about this?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami calms down a bit, wiping the tearstains from her eyes, as she explains her situation to Kate.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Yeah, EJ and I have been in therapy.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: That's good! And he can afford the best, of course.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Mom suggested we see Laura Horton about it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate tries in vain to hold her tongue, but can't quite manage it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Well, she's certainly...a therapist.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami throws her head back against the headrest, annoyed by Kate's sarcasm.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Ugh, Kate--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Look, therapist aside, you're doing everything right to save your relationship, and so is EJ. You're talking about your problems, you're seeking help. EJ is doing everything he can to be there for you, isn't he?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami nods, closing her eyes to try to stop herself from crying more.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Then don't you think you need to have a little more faith in him? I don't think he's doing any of this with any ulterior motives. And you know me, I am one of the most suspicious people on the planet, and with good reason. So, maybe it's time you take stock of the man you've got right now, the man EJ has become these last few years.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami sighs, mulling over Kate's advice.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">At the Salem Central Bank, EJ goes over the documents the bank has provided. He spots a curious transaction, and looks up from the documents.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: Sorry, this line right here, there's a transfer out of one of our business accounts...but I'm not sure what SCGWB stands for.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">The Bank Manager is handed the document by EJ. He scans it over, and nods, before handing it back to EJ.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: South Chicago Great Western Bank.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ smiles widely, knowing he's got a lead.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: Thank you. I ah...I think I've got all I need.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ gets up from his seat, quickly shakes the bank manager's hand, before darting out of the office. He smiles as realizes this may be the clue that will help him destroy the evidence Nick and Stefano have against him, and Sami.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will, looking toward Gabi in the Kiriakis living room, sighs before he answers Gabi. He folds his arms, visibly uncomfortable, and trying not to misspeak.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Gabi, you're not on our bad side. You know better than that.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Well...I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if you were...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will walks up at Gabi, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Gabi, I'm always gonna support you. No matter what. You and Ari...Sonny and I are here for you, but...I mean, we weren't exactly thrilled that you...unilaterally decided to move in with Nick with no warning. I mean...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: No, I know. I know. And I'm sorry, Will. I really am, but...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi looks around, before walking towards the double doors separating the living room from the foyer. She nervously checks the foyer and staircase as she speaks, before closing the double doors to give her and Will some privacy.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I really didn't have....much of a choice in the matter. You know what's at stake, and...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">After Gabi shuts the doors, Gabi turns around to face Will, a worried look in her eye.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: And I'm worried that if we don't take care of this situation quickly, that all of us are gonna be in danger.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah, but, Gabi...why put yourself in the line of fire? You have Ari to worry about.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I can handle it. I can handle it, I can handle Nick. Okay, Will? Just...look, just...I just told Rafe the same thing, but, trust me. Okay? After tonight, you won't have to worry anymore. I promise.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will sighs, shaking his head as he looks Gabi's way.</span>
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</span></p><p><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: How can I be sure of that, Gabi?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></p><p><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img alt="64Ph3ZC.png" class="ipsImage" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/64Ph3ZC.png" src="https://i.imgur.com/64Ph3ZC.png" /></span></span></p><p><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Gabi goes to answer, but Alex enters the room at that moment, smiling warmly at Will, who turns around at the sound of the doors opening from the foyer.</span></span></p><p><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Hey! Will! Gabi, good morning!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Alex! Hey! I ah...I brought the papers you were asking about.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Alex enters the room, Gabi all but vanishes in Will's eyes, as Gabi's phone vibrates.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">It's Nick.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Amazing, I've just gotta say goodbye to Noelle before we head off. Anjelica's got her working as her assistant today, so she's nervous, just gotta...give her a little pep talk, you know.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi interrupts their small talk, heading briskly for the door. Gabi squeezes Will's shoulder quickly as she passes, as a half-assed goodbye.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I gotta...take a call, you guys. I'll see you later?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah, for sure.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi heads out of the living room, into the foyer, her phone up to her ear as she answers Nick's call, a phony glee in her voice as she greets him chirpily, but with a miserable face.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: (into phone) Hey, Nick! What's up?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">At the Titan Building, Nick walks through the lobby on his cell phone. He has on his usual smug expression as he cheerfully responds to Gabi on the line.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: (into phone) Hey, Babe. I ummm...I was wondering if you could pop by my new office.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi looks to the side, a little confused.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: (into phone) Ah, sure? Did you need me to bring you something?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: (into phone) No no! I'm good, I ah...I just have a little surprise for you, that's all.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi looks nervous, but pretends to be excited by the news.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: (into phone) Okay, that's...exciting. Umm...I can't wait, I'll be right down?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick presses the up button for the elevator, and smiles widely at the news that Gabi's on her way.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: (into phone) Yeah! No rush, I gotta iron a couple details out with Julie first, but I should be ready in about...half an hour?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: (into phone) I'll be there. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: (into phone) Love you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi winces at Nick's assertion of love, and struggles to respond in kind, but ultimately does.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: (into phone) Me too.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi hangs up the phone, sighing heavily, frustrated by her continued charade.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: What are you up to now, Nick?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As the elevator door opens in the Titan lobby, Nick grins from ear to ear, thrilled that his plans appear to be coming together. Nick thinks to himself about his plans as he steps on board.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: (voiceover) You'll never see me coming, Gabi. I got you right where I want you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">The elevator doors close with Nick inside the elevator, still smiling widely.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate and Sami pull into the underground parking at the Titan Building, coffees from the Java Café now in hand. They prepare to leave the car, when Sami looks over at Kate and smiles.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Thank you, by the way.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate looks over at Sami, returns the smile, putting a comforting hand on Sami's shoulder.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: I know you're going through Hell. I understand. Just remember, you're doing a great job, and remember that you've got a fiancé who loves you, and is going to defend you no matter what. You just have to believe in him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: You're right. You're right, I'm...letting my suspicions run wild, and...I know EJ has no reason to hide things from me to hurt me. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Exactly. Never forget that.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Sami and Kate step out of the car, Sami's phone buzzes. It's EJ.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (into phone) EJ!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ stands outside the Salem Central Bank, the safe deposit key in his hand.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: (into phone) Samantha! Darling, I'm glad I got ahold of you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami shuts the door to her car, a deep concern in her eyes that Kate immediately spots.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (into phone) Wha...why, what's wrong?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: (via phone) Nothing. Actually, it's very good news, possibly...I just...unfortunately I'm going to need to go to Chicago to make sure.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (into phone) Chicago?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami pulls a face, incredulous at EJ's story.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ looks down at the ground, somewhat contrite.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: (into phone) Yeah, umm...something's come up, but it may fix things for us, for everybody. I just...I need to get to Chicago and sort it out now, so...unfortunately, I won't be back til' after the party tonight.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami's face hardens, as she attempts to maintain a caring tone on the phone.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: (via phone) I'm sorry, sweetheart. I will make it up to you, I promise.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (into phone) That's...yeah. No, I...I get it. Just...let me know when you're back, okay?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: (into phone) Will do. Love you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami tries not to roll her eyes, as she answers EJ before ending the call.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (into phone) Yeah. Love you.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami hangs up the phone, and turns to Kate, who now appears worried that all her hard work has been for nothing.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: What happened?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Oh nothing, I just know for sure now that EJ's been lying. He's absolutely up to something, and I'm gonna find out what.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami storms off toward the Titan building, leaving Kate behind with a worried expression in her eyes, before Kate turns to follow Sami inside.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 190</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></span></p><p>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">At the Salem PD HQ, Hope walks Nick out of Roman's office, holding his arm. She's evidently concerned for him after his sudden painful headache in Roman's office, and that concern is evident in her voice.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: You know, I would feel a lot better if I drove you to work, Nick.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: No, no, don't worry about me, Hope. Honestly, I'm okay.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Hope stops, letting go of Nick's arm, as they continue talking in the main lobby of the police station. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Yeah, and you weren't a few minutes ago, so...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: I...apologize for that. I've been under a lot of stress, and...you know, sometimes it gets to me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Hope stops, and looks at Nick, arms folded. She nods, furrowing her brow.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: I don't know if I believe you. But...okay, whatever you say.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: (laughs) Look, I know I worried you before, but I promise, I will stop in to make an appointment with Dr. Grant as soon as I'm done at work today, okay?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Okay. It's a deal.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Hope smiles, as Nick extends his hand to shake Hope's.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: And please, Nick. Be careful tonight at the party. I know....I know Abe thinks it's a great idea, and I know you wanna do your part to put Sheryl and Jordan away, but...please...please be careful.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick smiles, leaning in to kiss Hope on the cheek as a 'thank you' for her concern.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: I will. You don't have to worry. I have faith in what Abe can do, especially with the ISA involved.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Well, just remember, even spies aren't perfect. I'll see you later.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Okay. Thanks, Hope.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: See you tonight.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Nick walks out the door of the police station, Hope looks on, with grave concern in her eyes, countering Nick's confidence.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">At Kate's loft, Billie slides open the front door, revealing Sami on the other side. Sami immediately, not even paying attention to who's inside.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Kate, we got trouble. EJ is up to something, and I'm worried it's about Nick and the....</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami stops herself when she realizes Billie and John are both visiting. She stammers, standing wide-eyed as Kate looks at her, unimpressed.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: John...Billie...you're here early!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami looks around, giving them both a fake smile that does little to hide her panic. Kate, meanwhile, sighs from the kitchenette, pursing her lips and rolling her eyes at Sami's incompetence.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">John holds up a cup of coffee Kate's just handed him. He nods in greeting to his stepdaughter.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Morning, Sami.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami stands in Kate's loft, caught off-guard by both John's and Billie's presence. Unsure how to complete her thought, she laughs awkwardly.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: John! Billie! How...how great to see you, Kate and I were...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: We were just talking about how Nick's so...green in the job, he's not exactly reliable yet...so...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Billie is immediately suspicious, knowing that Nick had something hanging over the heads of everyone on the Titan board.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Oh, I...I see.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Yeah. Ah...Look, I ah...I came to pick Kate up for work, were you...gonna be in town for long?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Not ah...not too long.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Mm. I guess it makes sense, since you're divorcing my mom, and leaving her to go on your little adventures with the ISA and all--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate gets up from her stool, clearing her throat before Sami can get too deep into her hostility with John.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Ohhhkay. I think it's time to go. John, good to see you. Billie, I will see you at work. Sami and I have some things to catch up on so she can drive me over today.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Kate grabs her purse, John looks puzzled, further alarming Sami.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Didn't...don't you and Sami work for each other's competition?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Yeah, it's ummm...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Yes, but we're working on a charity function together. Nick is...heavily involved, so...anyway. Have a great day, all. We'll see you tonight!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate and Sami make a quick exit, muttering to each other on the way out, as their backs are turned to John and Billie, who look on, bemused.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (under her breath) Nice save.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: (under her breath) I wouldn't have to if you weren't such a lousy liar.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Lousy?! I--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate slams the loft door shut, leaving Billie and John behind. Billie turns to look at John, both of them equally confused by what just transpired.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi stands at the bar in the Kiriakis living room, pouring herself a drink, as Anjelica steps into the room. Spotting Gabi putting the cap on the brandy caraffe, Anjelica can't help but make a crack.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Well, we're on the sauce rather early this morning, aren't we?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi turns to face Anjelica, who smiles with a sardonic sweetness.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I'm off today. And since I worked so hard yesterday, I figured I'd start tonight's festivities a little early.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Anjelica smiles smugly, as she calmly patronizes Gabi.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Gabi, one thing you're going to need to learn now that you're entering into high society is that one never starts indulging too many hours before an engagement. We don't want our entrance to be a sloppy one, lest we end up on the society page.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi takes a sip of her drink, before putting it down, all ready to do battle with an obviously-hostile Anjelica.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I suppose that would be important to someone like you. Especially considering how image-conscious you'd need to be to erase the bad memories of your former husband from everyone's minds. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: That was a long time ago.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Not in the public's minds.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Gabi leans against the bar table, hand on hip, giving Anjelica a self-satisfied smile, Anjelica folds her hands together, and steps in closer to Gabi in an attempt to intimidate her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Well, that's part of why we need to be careful. And why we can't allow people with just...any breeding to be seen in our presence. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: And what exact breeding did you mean? The kind that has an affair with a man younger than her own stepson and has his baby?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Anjelica draws herself up, as Gabi continues her attack, chuckling to herself, swishing her drink in her hand.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Heh, you thought I didn’t know about you, didn’t you? By the way, your son has grown into a FINE piece of man. I have to say. I might suggest to Nick that we do a little...swap one night, Noelle, Alex, Nick, and I. It might be a lot of fun!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You really are exactly what I thought you'd be.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi stays cool under pressure, snapping back immediately as Anjelica begins to react to her vitriol.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Oh, you don't think he'd interested? Shame.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi takes a sip of her drink, as Anjelica tenses her jaw, nearly spitting her words out.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You can't even fake being attracted to him, can you?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Nick? I love him. Why else would I have moved in here with the likes of you?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Oh I can think of a few reasons. Status. The affection from a man you know you won't get elsewhere...OH! And here's a big one. Money!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi feigns shock, putting her hand to her chest in fake indignation.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick walks into Horton Town Square, as Jordan emerges from the Java Cafe with a coffee in hand. Upon spotting Nick, she immediately tries to avoid him, looking away and walking as far from him as possible, but Nick catches on, and steps into her path, smiling widely as he blocks her way.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan sighs, rolling her eyes, as Nick grabs her arm. She pulls away, frustrated by him.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Not so fast--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Let go of me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick releases Jordan's arm, as she readjusts herself. She looks up at Nick with a deep-seeded anger in her eyes.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Why are you trying to avoid me, Jordan? I thought we were friends!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: You're real funny, Nick. I happened to see your little stunt on Nicole's special last night.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick feigns excitement, appearing chipper that Jordan saw him on TV, as she stands back, unimpressed.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh good! You saw me! I was hoping you were watching.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Oh, I definitely was. It's too bad that stage light didn't do what it was supposed to.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Aww don't be like that.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Well, what do you expect me to be like? You nearly ruined my life. Hell, for all I know, you still could!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Mmm, no. No, you did that all on your own.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan sighs, as Nick carries on as though he hadn't said anything serious.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: So, are you going to the gala tonight?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan looks at Nick, unsure whether to be honest or not.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Probably. I know Rafe wanted to go, and I intend to enjoy whatever time I can spend with him, so...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: That's sweet.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick smiles widely, but Jordan isn't moved. Nick leans in a bit closer.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: I ah...I think you're right to spend every second you can with Rafe now. Because you know, tomorrow isn't promised.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Is that a threat, Nick?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh, no. No, just, a suggestion you tread lightly. I know Sheryl's been looking for you. And...you know, your connection could cause a lot of problems for you and your new fiancé.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan rolls her eyes, looking around to make sure no one familiar is watching this exchange.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: I appreciate your concern. But I figured that light falling an inch from your head would've given you a little wake up call.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Oh, it certainly did that!</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Yeah, not the kind I'm talking about. I'm talking about the kind where you stay out of affairs that don't concern you. Let people live their lives and keep what you know about their business to yourself.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick nods attentively, before rebuffing Jordan's statement entirely.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Well, that would be fine except that....your business was affecting my business...and I thought the public had a right to know exactly how.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: You're sick. </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: That's rich coming from a woman who helped blow up a bank.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan cuts in almost immediately, raising her voice for a moment before stepping in close to Nick, speaking softly but firmly to him to defend herself.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: I am NOT that person anymore! For one, I have nothing to do with Sheryl anymore, and besides that, I am trying to start a new life here with Rafe.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: That's funny, because...that's not why you came to Salem. Is it?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: No. But it's why I stayed. </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan sighs, looking a bit defeated as she appeals to Nick's humanity.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Look, all I want is a chance to start over with the man I love. To have a second chance at life. To make up for my mistakes, and maybe undo some of the damage I did. You got your second chance, Nick. And look at what you've been able to do with it. Let me have mine.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jordan turns and walks away, as Nick watches her. He looks on, contemplative of what she's told him.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">---</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><img alt="jGpRAKh.png" data-loaded="true" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/jGpRAKh.png" width="130" /><img alt="W0rA0dP.png" data-loaded="true" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/W0rA0dP.png" width="130" /></span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will approaches the Kiriakis house, as Rafe exits. Will looks up, after putting his car keys in his pocket, somewhat surprised to see Rafe in front of him.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Rafe!</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Will. You ah...you obviously heard the news.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will rolls his eyes, as he half-heartedly laughs.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah. Heh. Yeah, I heard.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe looks surprised.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: She didn't tell you either?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: No. No...I found out thanks to Nick gloating about it last night before someone tried to drop a light on his head on live TV.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe nods, the situation crystallizing in his head.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Right. (sigh)</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: I'm...guessing you just found out?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Yeah. And...Gabi wants me not to worry.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will chuckles before responding, eliciting a bit of a glare from Rafe.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah, that's gonna work.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: You know damn well I'm not gonna stop worrying about her until she's outta this house.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: You and me both. But...hey, take some solace in the fact she left Ari with us.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: That's...that's something. And it tells me she doesn't intend to make it permanent.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: I didn't think for a second she did.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe perks up slightly at Will's last statement, certain there's more to the story.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: You know something.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will shrugs, trying to keep Rafe from digging any further.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: No more than you do. I just know she isn't exactly in love with the guy.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe sighs, more confused than ever. He looks down at the ground for a moment, before looking back up at Will.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: You came here to see Gabi?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: I mean...kinda. I actually was just here to drop off something for Alex, but...</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Can you do me a favour?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Anything.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Talk to her. Convince her that moving into this house is a BAD idea. I have such a rotten feeling about this.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will holds up his hands to stop Rafe continuing. His urgency makes it clear he agrees.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh no, trust me. I agree. This is...this is absolutely not what I want, but...Rafe, I don't know that I can convince her once her mind's made up. You know Gabi.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: I do. And I also know you're one of the few people who can get through to her. So...please. For me. For Ari. Try.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Will takes a second, before nodding back at Rafe solemnly.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: I will.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe pats Will's back for a moment, before heading for his car.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Thanks, man.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: No problem.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Rafe takes off, Will steps toward the front door. He sighs as he watches Rafe walk away, unsure if he can pull of what Rafe's asked of him.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: No problem at all.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">...</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Inside the Kiriakis house, Gabi stands in the living room, inches from a hostile Anjelica. Gabi holds her drink in her hand as she looks unfazed at her new rival.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: You know...for a houseguest that...pretty much nobody wants here, you really seem to act like you own the place.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Watch it, Chiquita--</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Oooh, Anj, low-hanging fruit. I'm surprised at you.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Anjelica ignores Gabi's crack, and continues.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I have a lot more influence in this house than you think.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Maybe when it was Victor's house. But it's Nick's now. And I am his guest. And my influence with Nick is FAR greater than yours. So I would try very hard not to rock the boat if I were you. There's no worse look than a person running for governor who's homeless, is there?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Anjelica furrows her brow, unsure how much Gabi actually knows about her situation with Nick. Anjelica takes a moment before replying.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I'll land on my feet just fine. The question I have is...what do you get out of this? I mean, if you’re just after money...there's a ton of easier ways to get at it than this. And I mean, I know Nick. He's hardly a prize catch. </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi smirks, trying to stifle a chuckle.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: And your husband was? Riverfront Knifer? </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi finishes her drink and sets it down on the bar, before turning back toward Anjelica, and pointing a finger, a curious look on her face.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Didn't he kill Maggie's daughter? (laughs) I am...stunned that anyone with your last name is even allowed on the GROUNDS after that!</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi cracks up, producing a mocking laughter, as she shakes her head at Anjelica.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I am not Harper.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: But you're using his legacy to try to sell yourself into office. I mean, I get it, yours isn't so hot, either. But, maybe....before you start trying to come for me, you clean up your own backyard first?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Before Anjelica can interject, Will enters the living room, immediately sensing the tension in the room.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: OH! Hi! Umm…I’m sorry, am I interrupting…something?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi and Anjelica turn to face Will. Gabi is relieved to see him, while Anjelica is visibly irritated by his arrival.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Will!</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: I'm...ah...actually here to drop off something for Alex, but...</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Anjelica walks toward the foyer, nearly knocking Will over in the process.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Of course you are. I'll go get him so you can engage in repartée with someone more on your level.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Anjelica smirks pointedly at Gabi, before stepping out of the room, heading up to Alex's bedroom. Will's eyes widen as he looks at Gabi, relieved to be away from Anjelica's hostility.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>WILL</strong>: Right! So....what did I just walk in on?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi grimaces, trying to downplay the tension in the room just moments before.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">---</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><img alt="WjFwxhw.png" data-loaded="true" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/WjFwxhw.png" width="130" /></span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">At the Salem Central Bank, the bank manager hands the safe deposit key back to EJ, who sits across from him at his desk.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: Ahh...this...actually isn't our key.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: Oh?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: Unfortunately, it's true. And, to that end, I couldn't tell you which bank it would belong to.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ sighs, looking down at the key that he grasps tightly in his hand.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: Damn. I was really hoping to get some of Father's personal affairs in order.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: Oh, is your father okay?</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ puts on a somewhat sombre expression, exaggerating Stefano's health concerns to gain sympathy.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: Well, we've been...struggling with his diabetes, and...not to get too personal, but I would like to have his estate in order before it's too late. If you know what I mean.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">The Bank Manager seems touched by this, responding in an earnestly sympathetic way.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: Oh...Oh, absolutely. I just...I wish I could tell you more.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: No, I ah...I understand the privacy laws and whatnot. Umm...but as his right hand at DiMera, this...this little loose end did take me by surprise. Ummm...you wouldn't happen to have heard or seen anything that could help.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: I wish I could but...(sigh) You know, since you are involved in the company...</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">The Bank Manager clicks his computer mouse a couple times, pulling up some DiMera files. Sending a copy to his printer, the documents emerge before EJ's eyes, delighting him.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: These might give you some insights into recent executive activity. Maybe give you an idea of where to look.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">EJ lights up, nodding gladly toward the Bank Manager, as more and more pages print out.</span>
</span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p><p>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Sami drives Kate toward the Titan building, she looks tense at the wheel, and is unusually silent. Kate looks over at her, concerned.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Alright, you dragged me out of there in a hurry, and now you won't talk. What is it?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami finally looks over at Kate momentarily, and begins to speak, her eyes now nervously darting back and forth between Kate and the road ahead.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: It's EJ. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Kate, I think he might be...(sigh) I think he's double-crossing us.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: What?!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: What...exactly happened this morning to put this into your head?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: I got up, and he was already heading for the door. He was trying to sneak out. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: He said he had a meeting, but when I broke into his tablet--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Yes, of course...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: There was no meeting in his calendar.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Okay, maybe it was last minute. These things happen, Sami!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Not with EJ. He puts everything in that timetable. Everything. He is neurotic about that timetable, Kate. And I just can't shake the feeling he's up to something. Stefano's...got in his head. Something, I don't know, but--</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate sighs, unsure what to say next, but after a moment of listening to Sami ramble, Kate interjects.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Sami...Sami, turn in here, let's grab a coffee. (sigh) Not that you need any more caffeine, you're so tense you could cut diamonds between your shoulder blades.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate rolls her eyes at Sami's anxious demeanor, as Sami obliges Kate's request to pull into the Java Cafe parking lot, as Kate continues to talk.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: You know, I can't understand how you can so easily change your mind about EJ like this. The man absolutely adores you, Sami. Anyone could see it! You were about to be married again before this whole mess with Nick cropped up. I just...I don't understand how that little twerp can so easily come between you like this.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Well, he did.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami pulls into the parking spot, and Sami turns off the car, about to get out. Kate grabs Sami's arm, stopping her before she can open the driver's side door.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Bull. I don't buy it. Now there's something you're not telling me, and I want to know what it is. Why are you so mistrustful of EJ now? After all you've been through with him?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami takes a second, and sighs. Breathing in deeply to avoid getting emotional, she finally speaks, her voice cracking.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: After...after we found out about Kristen raping Eric, I...I started having flashbacks to...(sigh) to the night Johnny and Allie were conceived...and...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami closes her eyes, trying to keep her composure, and failing, as Kate, immediately realizing what's happening, pulls Sami towards her, holding her in a motherly embrace.</span>
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<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 189<br /></strong></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><em style="font-family: helvetica;">Written by A. Washington-Beeby<br /></em><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: John!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Morning, Kate.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Well, I certainly think so.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Okay, you got me interested. What's happened?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Well...I was talking with Abe not long ago, and we both agree that we can use this Penthouse Grille grand re-opening to wrap this whole Jordan and Sheryl business up once and for all.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Oh?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Sounds like you might be onto something.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: I think it's as good a shot as anything. We just need to come up with a game plan, and fast, and if we do, we can finally get those two locked away where they belong.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Billie turns to Kate, who smiles, pleased to finally have a possible break in the case.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Inside Crystal's apartment, Sheryl emerges from the bedroom in her robe. Yawning and stretching, she walks over to the sofa, and turns on her TV, to find the local news playing. She sets the remote down on the coffee table in front of her, before turning away from the TV, heading for the kitchenette behind the sofa.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As the TV relays the day's events, Sheryl heads for the fridge, half-listening to the newsreader.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>TV ANCHOR</strong>: (via TV) And tonight, Titan Enterprises will be celebrating their rebirth with a grand gala. Celebrating the re-opening of the popular Penthouse Grille, the who's-who of Salem society will be out to sample the finest cuisine, curated by famed local restauranteur, Julie Williams...</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sheryl listens somewhat more closely, but opens the fridge door to retrieve some orange juice.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>TV ANCHOR</strong>: (via TV) ...and to add to the excitement, the night will also be a welcome party to the company's new CEO, Nick Fallon.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sheryl's head turns quickly to face the TV, an idea clearly coming to her in this moment. She slams the fridge door shut, and makes a beeline to her cell phone, which is plugged in in the next room.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Emerging as quickly as she left the room, Sheryl makes her call to Jerome excitedly. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL:</strong> (into phone) Come over right away. I've figured it out. I know how we're gonna do it.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Rafe!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe looks on at Gabi, who's standing across the room from him and Maggie, with the incriminating photos of EJ and Abby in a liplock on Smith Island in her hands behind her back. He seems immediately suspicious of his sister, but is too upset by her being in the Kiriakis house to let that stop him from approaching her.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Gabi...you got time to talk?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: About what?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Ahhh...you moving into this house?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: I ah...I'm gonna go finish getting the room ready for Victor, so...if you'll excuse me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Maggie smiles warmly, but awkwardly, as she quickly exits the living room, shutting the double doors from the foyer behind her. As Maggie does this, Gabi shoves the pictures deeper into her purse before Rafe looks back her way.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe turns back to look at an extremely nervous Gabi.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I...I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you, Rafe. It happened...really fast.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Yeah, I'll say. Gabi, you swore you weren't gonna get caught up with this sleaze again, and then I find out from him this morning at work. He's all up in my business, gloating about how you decided to move in with him in his big new house.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I know. I know, I'm sorry.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Well, when were you planning on telling me?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: If you want me to be totally honest, I wasn't.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: What?!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Just...hear me out. It's not what it seems, okay? The truth is, I'm not gonna be here very long. It's just...temporary. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: That's...that's all I can say. Rafe, just...trust me.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe's anger rises, along with his confusion, and his voice. This alarms Gabi, who steps in closer to Rafe to try to stifle him as he shouts his sister down, hoping for a clear answer.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: How the Hell am I supposed to trust you when you're giving me nothing to go on, Gabi?? It's not like you're predisposed to making the best decisions as it is!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I know! Okay, but you have to trust me. The less you know the better. Now, can you just...let me handle this. My way. Can you do that?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Alright, so you wanna hear what I have planned, then?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Only if you can get me a cup of coffee first. I nearly crashed my car on the way over here.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jerome yawns as Sheryl makes her way over to the kitchenette to oblige his request. Sheryl is unusually chipper as she does this, and that fact is not lost on Jerome.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: You got it.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: You're not a morning person. What is this...Little Miss Sunshine routine?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sheryl laughs as she pours Jerome a cup of fresh coffee, smiling widely as she hands it to him.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: I guess I'm just...full of confidence. Today is our day.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Oh, is it?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Yes. See, today is the big gala at the Penthouse Grille. They're re-opening, as you probably know.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jerome stands, looking skeptically at Sheryl, who pours a cup for herself.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I heard.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: So...my thought is, since everyone will be there, and it's a busy society affair, both Jordan and Nick will be there. And it's a golden opportunity to whisk Jordan out of there, mess up that little weasel Nick's golden moment a bit, and get the hell out of Salem before all Hell breaks loose.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jerome sips his coffee, but frowns, before answering skeptically.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Okay, but...you said everyone who's anyone in Salem is gonna be there? You're gonna get recognized.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sheryl rolls her eyes, obviously flipping her dyed-red hair, and puffing her cheeks out slightly to prove her point.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Disguiiiises. Like, come on, Jerome. I'm a master at this. You know me. And it's only for a few hours, and we're outta there.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: And what if it's a trap? Sheryl, they know you're really Siobhan and I guarantee you, they're gonna figure out that you're impersonating Crystal Clarke.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sheryl replies non-chalantly.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: They haven't so far.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: And for that matter, what happened to Crystal, anyway. You said you dealt with her, but what specifically happened?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: I took care of it. Okay? That's all you need to know.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jerome looks less than thrilled by Sheryl's deflection, sitting himself down on the couch next to Sheryl.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I still don't like the sound of that.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: You don't have to. You know nothing. Keep it that way, it's better for all of us.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: That’s the truth. All I wanna know is, what’s the escape plan?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: I set up a car in the bush in the country. In there is scuba gear for Jordan and I, and a little surprise to throw the cops off the trail.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: And you’re gonna swap cars when you get to this spot, and…</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: …and drive off the very same embankment one Brady Black did not a few months ago. Now, listen. Are you in, or not?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Jerome sighs loudly, looking at Sheryl with a prominent glare and pursed lips.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I'm in, but only if I'm not physically there, and once you're out of Salem, this is the last time you involve me in ANY of this. I'll help you with security, and access to the facility, but that's it. Don't ask me for more.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Well, considering I'm pretty sure they haven't found the device we planted on their computers when we tried to plant the virus, I think that's doable. So....deal.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sheryl reaches out for a handshake from Jerome. Jerome, reluctantly, shakes Sheryl's hand.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">---</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><img alt="TuornBX.png" class="ipsImage" src="https://i.imgur.com/TuornBX.png" /><img alt="kekBTS1.png" class="ipsImage" src="https://i.imgur.com/kekBTS1.png" /><img alt="Ztx3HUV.png" class="ipsImage" src="https://i.imgur.com/Ztx3HUV.png" /></span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Hope and Nick stand in Roman's office at the Salem PD Headquarters with Abe, who is holding Nick's file on Sheryl and Jordan. He sighs as he closes the file.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: Yep. That's them.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: So, if nothing else, you have their previous charges to hold them.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: If we can lure them to the party. Once they're there, they're ours. But otherwise, it's too dangerous to move on this. That's why we haven't yet.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Nick nods, understanding the full situation now.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Which is why you need my help.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: Exactly.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: I'm happy to help. As long as I'm protected for my trouble.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: You will. Abe will make sure of it.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: Absolutely. Look, my duties as mayor may take up much of my time, but I honestly am still extremely passionate about police work. And anything that can help keep Salem safe is something I want to be a part of. </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Abe holds up the file to accentuate his point.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: These women are a threat to that.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Abe drops the file on Roman's desk with a flourish.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: So here is what I want you to do. At the Penthouse Grille party, I want you to ensure that you are to make a special appearance, and dedicate the party to your ascention to CEO of Titan. All the publicity tonight should be geared to highlighting that. This should draw them out of the woodwork, as I'm sure you're aware, after last night, that they're after you.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Presuming, of course, that they're responsible for trying to drop that stage light on you.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: Granted, but regardless, once they're drawn out, then we will station armed officers around the restaurant, and remote surveillance, to ensure they don't leave, and that no one gets hurt. But, you NEED to be there at the gala.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: So I'm bait.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Hope shifts uncomfortably, as Abe looks her way, hoping Hope has a slightly better way of putting it.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: That's what it sounds like to me. Are you sure this is a good idea, Abe?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Abe shrugs, a little exasperated by Hope's reluctance.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: It's the only one we've got. Sheryl has gone underground, and she's great at disguising herself. No one is sure where she's gone. We can't risk alarming Jordan while she's living with Rafe. It's far too risky for him, considering her volatility.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>HOPE</strong>: So if it's so dangerous, what are we doing to protect Nick?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ABE</strong>: Hope, you know the drill. We would never put someone's neck out like this without having all our best officers out there to protect him. And, because it is an international case, we have the ISA working with us as well.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Hope relaxes somewhat, but is still somewhat nervous as to what could happen to her cousin. She looks at Nick, who is deep in his thoughts.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Eventually, Nick finally responds with a quick nod of agreement.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>NICK</strong>: Okay. Yeah. Let's do it.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Abe smiles at Nick's decision, as Hope looks on, more than a little concerned.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">---</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe stands before Gabi in the Kiriakis living room, his arms folded in front of him as he scolds his sister for moving into the house.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: I don't know if I can trust that you know what you’re doing right now, Gabi. You aren't exactly doing something that makes a lot of sense, and you've done way crazier stuff before.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: AND I've managed to get myself out of my messes before. Right?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe sighs, shaking his head.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: That's beside the point and you know it.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Look, it's not like I'm still in...</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi steps in closer to Rafe and speaks softly, just in case anyone's listening in.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Look, I am not under some kind of spell, Rafe. I know what Nick is like. I'm under no delusions about who he is. You just need to know that I am okay, and that I am doing what I have to do to protect myself and my daughter, okay?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe shakes his head, as Gabi steps closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Can you do that for me?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Gabi, I just...I don't like the looks of this.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: You don't have to. You just have to be my brother, and support me.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi hugs Rafe tightly, as Rafe hugs back, almost afraid to let her go. His voice cracking slightly, he relays something to Gabi as Gabi steps back from hugging her brother.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Ah...Abuela says to call her.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi nods, dabbing a tear in her eye.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I will.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe sighs, incredibly hesitant to leave.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Look...I don't like this.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I know. </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: If you need anything. Anything at all. You call me, okay?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi nods, smiling though she's tearing up.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: I will. Thank you.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe looks Gabi up and down, as though it's the last he'll see of her, before nodding and turning back toward the door. </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Be careful, Gabi.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Rafe walks out of the living room, leaving Gabi alone in the living room. She stands, tense and scared, as she scans the room.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>GABI</strong>: Yeah. Careful. It's what I should've been all along. (sigh)</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><img alt="lFjKfpv.png" class="ipsImage" src="https://i.imgur.com/lFjKfpv.png" /></span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi, deep in her thoughts, heads over to the bar and pours a drink from the caraffe, as Anjelica walks in. Spotting Gabi pouring herself a drink, she can't resist making a sniping remark.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Well, we're on the sauce rather early this morning, aren't we?</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Gabi turns to face Anjelica, who smiles with a sardonic sweetness.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">---</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">At Kate's, John is going over the plan he'd worked out with Abe with Billie and Kate. Billie is less than thrilled by the plan.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: So if we use Nick's influence to draw them in, I'll be observing in the Alamain Tower next door, and we'll get Shane remotely working to shut down the main power and elevators, so they can't get out.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate sits behind John, still sipping on her breakfast smoothie casually while she listens.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Some high-tech spy gear.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Well, the ISA is state-of-the-art in every way.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: I'll say.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: I still have some reservations about including Nick on this, though.</span>
</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"> </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Why's that? He's the perfect target for them. Someone's already made an attempt on his life. This week, for God's sake!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Yeah. And obviously there's a reason for that. John, I don't think Nick has clean hands in all this. We may be barking up the wrong tree, and HE may be involved in this deeper than anyone thought. He MAY be the third suspect.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Oh, come on, Billie! Nick's a smart kid, but he's not capable of pulling something like this off.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: John. I know that kid. Very well. </span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: Better than most!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>JOHN</strong>: Look, it's worth a try, at the very least. We have to find SOME way to draw Sheryl and Jordan out into the open where it's not gonna put an officer in immediate danger. Somewhere tightly controlled where we can handle what's gonna go down.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: I mean, I guess. But I don't think Nick's presence will influence Jordan.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Kate replies, eyes rolling freely as she mocks Jordan.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: It won't. But...if Rafe's going, she'll be all too happy to play the belle of the ball for her fiancé.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Well, Mom, if you can hold your acid tongue long enough, can you maybe find out for sure. And maybe...influence his decision a bit.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>KATE</strong>: I can certainly try.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">As Kate responds, the doorbell rings. Everyone turns toward the door, as Billie walks over to slide open the front door.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Kate, we got trouble. EJ is up to something, and I'm worried it's about Nick and the....</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami stops herself when she realizes Billie and John are both visiting. She stammers, standing wide-eyed as Kate looks at her, unimpressed.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>SAMI</strong>: John...Billie...you're here early!</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN">Sami looks around, giving them both a fake smile that does little to hide her panic. Kate, meanwhile, sighs from the kitchenette, pursing her lips and rolling her eyes at Sami's incompetence.</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>BANK MANAGER</strong>: Mr. DiMera, what can I do for you today?</span>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN"><strong>EJ</strong>: Well, I was wondering if you could help me access this safe deposit box, I believe this would be with your bank?</span>
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-37922020637812996152020-12-04T00:07:00.001-05:002020-12-04T00:09:52.340-05:00DAYS #188: Sami's suspicious as EJ chases down a lead (11/06/14)<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EPISODE 188</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em style="font-family: Archivo;">Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em style="font-family: Archivo;">Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></p>
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On the desk in the DiMera living room, sits the invitation to the gala grand re-opening of the Penthouse Grille. Next to it, a freshly-emptied coffee cup is slammed down on the desk. We see that it is EJ's who is dialing a local bank branch.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EJ</strong>: (into phone) Yes, this is EJ DiMera, may I speak with Michael Howell, please?...Yes, Michael, it's EJ DiMera. I was curious if you were available to meet with me this morning before 10am....no, the ah...the sooner the better. This is somewhat of an urgent matter...I...I mean, it's not really to do with any particular business account, this is more to do with our safe deposit boxes....Yes, 8:45 is perfect. Cheers.
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EJ hangs up, relieved to get a time window with Michael, as he holds the safe deposit box key in his hand. He flips it, feeling momentarily triumphant that maybe he will get an answer to what is in that box.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Alright. Time to find out what's in you.
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EJ picks up his briefcase and heads for the door, only to run into a groggy Sami, who's just emerged from upstairs in her robe. She furrows her brow, curious as to what EJ is up to.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Samantha!<br />
<strong>SAMI</strong>: You're...you're ready awfully early. Where's the fire?
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EJ stands in the doorway of the living room, visibly uncomfortable with Sami's suspicion.
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Gabi walks into the Kiriakis living room, checking frantically to ensure she's alone. She is dressed for the day, and has her purse with her.
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After a moment, she closes the double doors leading to the living room, and scurries to the other side of the room, checking the hallway toward the kitchen. Realizing she's truly alone, Gabi relaxes slightly, her actions becoming a bit less stacatto.
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From her purse, she pulls out the photos of her, Sami, and Kate in their attempt to drown Nick in the river. Carefully, she studies them, sighing as she flips through them.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Well...all you gotta do is burn them, Gabi. And you're homefree.
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Gabi stops flipping when she hits upon the photos of EJ and Abby in a passionate liplock at the Smith Island cabin. After an excruciatingly long moment, Gabi looks ahead at the fireplace, with a roaring fire burning before her. She continues, thinking over her problem.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: (voiceover) But what if I'm not.
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Gabi takes a moment, and ponders over her situation more carefully, pacing the room as she thinks to herself.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: (voiceover) What if EJ's been playing Sami, Kate, and I all along? I've never trusted him, and he's never exactly been all that loyal to Sami, either. Plus, what if Nick has him by the balls. Nick could making EJ play Sami for his own benefit...or...EJ could be on the level this time.
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Gabi stops herself as she stands before the fire, ready to toss the pictures in.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Burn 'em, or keep 'em. (sigh) What are you gonna do, Gabi?
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Gabi stares into the fire, more confused than ever.
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Nick walks into the Salem PD Headquarters, his manila envelope containing the files on Sheryl and Jordan in hand.
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Spotting Rafe nearby, he walks over to greet him.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Rafe! Good morning!
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Rafe is less-than-thrilled to see Nick, and takes a good swig of the black coffee in his hand before responding. The coffee's heat and bitterness causes Rafe to wince as he answers, his words dripping with sarcasm.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Nick. You're up awfully early. Got tired of tormenting my sister so you decided to torment me, hm?
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Nick chuckles, giving him his trademark smirk as he follows a disintered Rafe around like a lost puppydog.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: You know, I think your protectiveness of Gabi is admirable. And I get it. I mean, we both love her, we both want what's best for her--
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Rafe sits down at a desk in the middle of the room, setting his coffee cup down and leaning back as he interrupts Nick's diatribe.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Naaah, see...see, you want what's best for you, and you've got some real wild ideas about what love is, Nick. I gotta tell you, so...I think the best thing for you to do, if you really love my sister...you know, like a normal person would do, is to leave her the Hell alone.
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Nick leans in closer to Rafe, across the desk from him, still smiling smugly.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Well...I'd love to go tête-a-tête about what's best for Gabi, but...I have some business to take care of before I go home to have breakfast with her. See, since we live together now and all...
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Rafe sits up suddenly, shocked by what he hears.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>RAFE</strong>: What...are you talking about?<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: You haven't heard? She moved in last night with me at the Kiriakis mansion.
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Rafe laughs mockingly, shaking his head at what he perceives as a sick joke of Nick's.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Give me a break. She'd never move in with the likes of you--<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: ...Oh, don't worry. She has her own bedroom, so...no hanky panky, for now anyway. If you don't believe me though? Ask her yourself. Now, if you don't mind, I have some information for Roman, and--<br />
<strong>RAFE</strong>: You sick...
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Hope approaches at this moment, stifling Rafe's enraged reaction to Nick's news. She looks at Nick sternly.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Ahhh...Roman's...not in yet. And I don't know if he will be today. Is everything okay here?
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Rafe looks up at Hope, a little startled by her arrival. Suddenly overcome by concern over Gabi, Rafe answers her question in a bit of a panic.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Like Hell it is. This clown just told me Gabi moved in with him.<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: Like it or not, Rafe...it's true.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Now, hold on. Rafe, just cool--<br />
<strong>RAFE</strong>: I'm not cooling down, Hope. Look, I gotta go talk to my sister. Find out what the Hell's going on.
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Rafe gets up from his desk, and grabs his jacket. Quickly downing his coffee, he starts to walk off, almost ignoring everything around him as Nick goads him on his way out of the station.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Tell her I won't be long, Rafe!
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Nick chuckles to himself, as Rafe storms off. Hope stays behind, unimpressed by Nick's harrassing way.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Your mother wouldn't be very impressed by you right now, you know.
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Nick's smug look disappears, as Hope motions Nick toward Roman's office.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Don't worry, I'm not gonna call her. Come on with me, I wanted to talk to you anyway about last night.
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Hope turns and leads Nick into Roman's office. Once Nick's inside, Hope slams the door shut to the office, prompting Nick's almost-unbearable pain to arise once again. Hope doesn't notice at first, and begins to speak to Nick with her back to him, oblivious as Nick begins to hold his head in immense pain.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: So let's start with what you've got for Roman, since I'm gonna be taking care of his case load while he's...
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Hope turns around, struck by the image of Nick leaning against the nearby desk, clutching his head. She cautiously steps toward him to see if he's okay.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Nick? Nick, are you okay? NICK!
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EJ stands in the doorway of the DiMera living room, trying to think of an answer to Sami's question, as Sami stands before him, rubbing her eyes of sleep.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Samantha...I umm...I have to head out to a...an early meeting.<br />
<strong>SAMI</strong>: Meeting? It's like...not even 8am, EJ.<br />
<strong>EJ</strong>: I realize, I just...I have some prep to do before so I'm gonna...head into the office early and get myself organized. You know?
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Sami looks at EJ with a furrowed brow. She looks at him for a moment, before nodding and walking into the living room, making a beeline to the coffee tray Harold laid out.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Right.
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EJ isn't sure if Sami has bought his story, and watches her walk to the coffee carefully.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Well, I'm gonna be at the office for 9:30. I have to stop off at Kate's. We have to...figure out what the plan is for tonight. I'm hoping Lucas was right and that this is the last we have to deal with Nick.
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EJ sighs, responding somewhat more naturally to this than his previous statement.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Yeah. Trust me, I know. Gonna try to make sure of that.<br />
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EJ nods, walking over to Sami, and giving her a goodbye peck on the lips.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Absolutely. Let me know how the meeting with Kate goes, alright?<br />
<strong>SAMI</strong>: Yeah. Will do. Love you.<br />
<strong>EJ</strong>: Love you.
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After a moment spent looking lovingly at each other, EJ heads out of the room. Sami listens carefully for EJ to close the door to the house, before slowly walking over to EJ's desk in the corner of the room.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Mmmhmm...
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Sami pulls out the tablet from the top drawer. Shifty-eyed, she turns it on, and begins to tap the screen.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Alright, EJ. Let's see who this so-called "meeting" is with.
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Sami tries to log in and is immediately successful.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: (sigh) EJ, you really need to be better at passwords if you're gonna be married to me.
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Sami smiles, pleased with herself at getting access to EJ's tablet so quickly, before opening up the Calendar app.
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After a moment's work, she pulls up today's schedule. Other than the Penthouse Grille party in the evening, there's nothing on his calendar for today.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Aaaaand just as I thought. Nothing.
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Sami sets the tablet down on the desk, sighing as she looks around the room, trying to figure out what EJ's up to.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Alright, EJ. What are you not telling me?
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<p><span style="font-family: Archivo;">
Hope rests a hand on Nick's shoulder, as he grasps at his head, trying to calm the intense head pain he's experiencing, as he leans against the desk in Roman's office.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Nick!
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Nick begins to bring himself into check. He breathes deeply, while Hope looks on, deeply concerned for him.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: I'm okay. I promise. Umm...Hope, do you have a glass of water or anything?<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Yeah! Yeah, one sec.
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Hope races over to the water cooler in the corner of the room, and hastily pours Nick a cup, as Nick grabs a pill from his jacket pocket and quickly pops it in his mouth without Hope seeing it.
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Hope returns with the glass of water, and Nick downs it and the pill quickly.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Here.<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: Thank you.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Nick, are you sure you're okay? This...this isn't because of the light falling last night, is it?
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Nick shakes his head quickly, trying to not upset his head any futher, as he tries to focus himself to talk to Hope.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: No, no. This started before then. I'm okay, though. Um...did you...did you make any progress on that, by the way?<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Not really. We found a...drop of blood by the door of the elevator, but...haven't been able to tie it to anyone so far.<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: Hm...well, I can make a statement for you later if you want. I just...I wanna get this info I have to Roman about the people who were trying to sabotage the Titan servers.
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Hope sits down next to Nick, as they both lean on the edge of Roman's desk.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Yeah, that's fine. I'll look into it if you want. Do you...you think the light falling on the soundstage is connected to the Titan hack?
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Nick shrugs, speaking unusually candidly to his cousin, without the dastardly pretense he usually carries himself with.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Pfft, I don't know. It's not like I've been making a lot of friends lately. It could be anybody, for any number of reasons.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: But you didn't see anything or anyone unusual in the studio at all?<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: No.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: What about Jerome Grant? Did you see him at all?
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Nick takes a moment to think it over, before slowly shaking his head.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: No...no I haven't seen him since I ran into him with Abby at Salem U a few weeks ago. Like I said Hope, I didn't see anything, and I don't know that there's a connection between the light falling in the TV studio and the Titan hack.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Well someone was out to get you, Nick. And you've become pretty powerful, pretty quickly. That usually creates a lot of enemies in a hurry, especially in this town.<br />
<strong>NICK</strong>: No, you're right. <br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Plus, I did watch Nicole's special last night, and you were about to drop some names that seemed extremely delicious to you. So, I don't think it's out of the realm of possibility that the two are connected.
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Nick nods, taking a moment to compose himself before answering Hope.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Yeah, you're right. I mean, I do know who the Titan hackers are, and I was going to expose them. Right there, on TV.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: That's why you're here now, isn't it? You know who they are.
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Abe's voice cuts through, causing Nick and Hope to look toward the door of Roman's office, where Abe has just walked in.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>ABE</strong>: Well that's good to hear. Because I want them caught by the end of tonight. And I think you, Nick, can help us make that happen.
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Nick looks a bit confused, but smiles at Abe's determined statement.
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Kate stands in the kitchenette of her loft, scooping yogurt into a bowl for herself, as Billie opens and walks through the front door to her mother's home. Kate barely looks up as her daughter enters, continuing to prep her breakfast.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: Another good night with the good doctor?
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Billie shuts the door to Kate's loft, giving her mother an annoyed look.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: As a matter of fact, yes. Thank you.
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Kate throws some banana slices on top of her yogourt, before pulling a spoon from the utensil drawer. She raises it as if it were a teacher's ruler, scolding Billie playfully.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: I told you to be careful with Daniel, honey.<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: Mother....just because you've had your problems with Daniel doesn't mean I will.<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: If it were just me, that'd be one thing. But the only person he hasn't screwed in some form or fashion in this family has been Austin...well, and...wait, no, just Austin.<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: Mom!
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Kate shrugs, before picking up her bowl to eat her breakfast.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: Okay, he didn't REALLY do anything to Phillip and he doesn't know Rex or Cassie, thank God, but other than that--
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Billie becomes exasperated with Kate, cutting her off a second time.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Mother! Enough! I get it!<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: Well, I'm sorry but I don't see where I'm wrong here. And yes, I know I do this to you daily but I'm HOPING, maybe eventually I'll get through to you!<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: Well, that makes one of us, because I know I won't get through to you.
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Kate downs a spoonful of her breakfast, before pointing her spoon once again Billie's way to help make her point.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: Mm! You're right. You won't.
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Billie rolls her eyes as she sits down on a stool on the other side of the kitchen bar, as Kate changes the subject abruptly.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: So, what's on the agenda today? You going to the big gala at the Penthouse Grille tonight?<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: I will be, yeah. I'm hoping we can get this business with Sheryl, Jordan, and Nick finally finished tonight.<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: Oh, honey, don't worry. I know for a FACT we're gonna bust them before the night's done. We have them dead to rights!
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Billie pauses a moment before responding, less confident than her mother.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: I'm not so sure about that, honestly.
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Kate looks back at Billie, a little confused.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: What do you mean by that?<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: I mean we're going to have to come up with a plan, and fast to get them into our trap, or they're gonna slip through our fingers.<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: We'll get them. I have faith in you, and in Abe.<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: Well, let's hope so.<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: Want me to pick you up?
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Billie is about to answer, when the doorbell rings. Getting up from the stool she's been sitting on, she heads for the door, still turning back to look at Kate.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: No, it's fine. I'm going to the hospital to visit Theresa first, and Daniel's gonna drive me over.
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Kate takes the last bite of her breakfast, before holding her spoon up, wagging it disapprovingly at Billie again.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>KATE</strong>: More bad decisions.<br />
<strong>BILLIE</strong>: Whatever, Mother.
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Billie turns away from Kate, and slides open the door to the loft, revealing John at the other side. Billie is surprised to see him.
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Gabi stands before the raging fire in the Kiriakis fireplace, holding the photos of her, Sami, and Kate trying to drown Nick in her hands. She throws the pictures in, one by one.
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She exhales audibly, the relief visible in her face as the evidence that Nick held over her disappears before her eyes. She stops suddenly once she hits the photos of Abby and EJ together at Smith Island. She sighs again, holding the pictures in her hands.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Do I? Or don't I?
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After a moment, Gabi silently makes her decision. She draws the photos close to her chest, and slowly returns those particular pictures back into the manila envelope that contained them.
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She sighs again, nodding slowly.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: It's the best insurance. Just in case EJ's playing both sides. Now I have some power.
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Gabi places the envelope in her bag, before turning to head for the doorway, only to be stopped by the sound of Maggie and Rafe chatting as Maggie opens the door to the Kiriakis living room.
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The sound startles Gabi, who hasn't quite got the pictures stuffed into her purse, and she quickly swings her bag behind her back, which Rafe spots immediately.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Rafe!
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: Ahh...Gabi...Good morning! Rafe's here to see you.
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Gabi smiles awkwardly, her arms trying desperately to hide her handbag from Rafe's view (unsuccessfully). Maggie seems equally baffled by Gabi's strong reaction to Rafe's arrival, and observes both of their reactions to each other.
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<span style="font-family: Archivo;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Awesome! What...what did you want, Rafe?<br />
<strong>RAFE</strong>: Gabi...you and I need to have a little chat.
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Gabi tenses up, not sure what exactly is going on, as Rafe looks at her stoically.
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"><span style="font-family: Archivo;"></span></span>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-66868644979449728202020-10-28T15:00:00.007-04:002020-12-04T00:09:24.957-05:00DAYS #187: Anita reaches out to Brady, Alex tries to make it up to Noelle (11/05/14)<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 187</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img alt="Su4nKdo.png" class="ipsImage" src="https://i.imgur.com/Su4nKdo.png" /><br />
At the Kiriakis mansion, Noelle stands in front of her bedroom vanity, dressed in her silk robe, which covers her lacey lingerie she's put on to entice her husband, Alex.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img alt="64Ph3ZC.png" class="ipsImage" src="https://i.imgur.com/64Ph3ZC.png" /><br />
We see her spritzing some perfume across her chest, as, in the reflection of the mirror, Alex emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered, and wearing only a towel. Noelle's expression softens immediately upon seeing him, and she smiles at him, looking at him in the mirror. He glistens with steam from the shower, enticing Noelle even more.
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Alex is somewhat oblivious to his wife's intentions, prompting her to speak up.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Have a good shower?
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Alex suddenly turns his head toward Noelle, who turns to face him, giving him a sensuous look. Alex looks her over carefully, smiling as he steps to his dresser, and pulls out a pair of briefs.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Yeah. Wasn't bad.
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He puts the briefs on under his towel, before ripping the towel off, and hanging it on the back of the bathroom door.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Just what I needed really, after the day I've had.
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Alex steps back towards the bed he shares with Noelle, and flops down on it. Noelle slowly walks over to it, gracefully setting herself down next to him. She looks lovingly in his eyes, and strokes his hair.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Well...You can tell me all about it....or maybe, I can be a distraction from it.
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Noelle leans in and kisses Alex gently on the lips. Alex doesn't react, and Noelle lifts herself out of the kiss, resting herself upright on the bed on one hand, a little frustrated.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: It's okay. Babe, I just need rest.
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Noelle rolls her eyes, before gently massaging her partner's shoulder.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: It's fine. If you want...I can help you relax a little.<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: (laughs) I'd love it, but...I don't wanna put you to any trouble.
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Alex yawns, as Noelle gets up, standing right in Alex's line of vision. She slowly undoes her robe, peeling it off her body, showing her revealing lingerie. She stands proudly before her husband, tempting him to come to attention.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: It's no trouble at all.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Noelle, I...I just need to unwind a bit before bed.<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: Then let me help you.
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Noelle walks over to the bed, ready to straddle Alex, but he instead grabs her by the wrist, pulling to one side, stopping her before she can.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: I never want to get up from this bed as long as I live.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: You know you're gonna have to eventually.
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Nicole winces, pained by the mere suggestion of another work day. She whines back at Eric, prompting him to chuckle again.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Noooo, I don't wanna. My feeeet.
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Eric smiles, as he look at his wife, lying pathetically on the bed before him. He slowly kneels before her, slipping her shoes off her feet.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Maybe this'll help?
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He takes her right foot in his hands, tenderly massaging the soles of her feet. Nicole lays back, her shoulders instantly relaxing from her new husband's touch.
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Eric begins to kiss up Nicole's leg, before eventually laying beside her on the bed, gently kissing her neck. Nicole purrs with pleasure, as Eric makes a suggestion to her.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: You know what?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Mmm, what?<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Well. I figure tonight is as good a night as any to make up for our honeymoon night.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: I think you're right.<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Good.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: We spend all night together. Here. Just us. Making love all night.
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Eric stops suddenly, pulling himself back up. Nicole notices immediately and turns to look at Eric with a concerned expression. Eric responds sheepishly after a moment.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Ahh...maybe not.<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Wh...Eric, why?<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Mom's asked me to take a DNA test with my dad tomorrow morning.
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Nicole looks stunned, lifting herself quickly up from the bed.
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Outside Anita's cabin, Brady sits in the passenger seat of Anita's SUV, sobbing.
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As he lays his head against the steering wheel, Anita emerges from inside the cabin. She holds a book in one hand, as she slowly walks over and stares sadly at her grandson.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Brady....
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Brady doesn't respond, his head resting on the steering wheel. Anita makes another attempt to speak to him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Brady, I...I'm sorry for keeping this from you. I really am. But I need you to know, whatever you think of me right now...I love you. And I care about what happens to you. I always will. From the moment I found you washed up on the shore--
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Brady snaps out of his silence, his head lifting from the steering wheel to look tearfully at Anita. He cuts her off, angrily hissing his words to her.
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Anita looks back at Brady, stunned by his pained statement.
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Noelle rips her arm out of Alex's tight grasp, enraged by his sudden burst of anger.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Don't you EVER grab me like that again!<br />
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Alex breathes for a moment, while Noelle flexes her wrist, hoping Alex didn't actually injure her. Admittedly, she's putting on a bit of a show for effect. Alex sighs after a moment, before speaking again, this time, in a much calmer tone.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Look, I'm sorry, okay? Just...we had one HELL of a day today, Noelle. Between everything that happened tonight with Nick at the TV station, and...I mean, you know how Anjelica loves to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong. I'm just...I feel smothered. It's not you.<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: It never is.
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Alex frowns, confused by Noelle's statement.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: What do you mean by that?<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: I mean you haven't been in the mood at all lately. I haven't so much as been kissed by you in bed since we GOT to Salem.<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Well...you know, things have been incredibly busy since we got here. You know that!<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: I do!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: And I also know how you used to enjoy unwinding from a day like that.
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Noelle's hand runs down Alex's chest, but he grabs her hand in his before she can make her way south of there.
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Noelle looks up at Alex, who gives a playful smirk as he pulls her into a quick kiss on the lips.
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Noelle rolls her eyes, as Alex keeps his grip on her hand, making sure she listens to what he has to say.
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Noelle stops verbalising her disappointement, as Alex takes his hand and turns her head to face him. Staring deeply into her eyes, he continues.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: I love you. Only you. No matter what's going on. No matter what's implied, no matter what is going on in my life. At work, at home, whatever. It's you. I love you. Okay? Just because I'm not up to a wild night in bed doesn't mean that's changed. I promise.
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Noelle nods, clearly not believing what Alex is telling her. She turns away, back to her vanity to adjust her robe, as Alex spies the invitation to the Penthouse Grille gala. He quickly grabs it, and, as Noelle looks into the mirror, Alex holds up the invitation, and looks over her shoulder into the mirror to continue talking to her.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Look, tomorrow night? We'll go to the Penthouse Grille gala together...but I'm gonna make sure we keep the celebration going afterwards, okay?<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: Okay.
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Alex sets the invite back down, before resting his head on her shoulder, gently caressing her face as he continues.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Just you. Me. A bottle of champagne. Soft music. Softer lighting.
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Noelle finally cracks, giggling as Alex lips gently graze the side of her neck.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: (laughs) Stop. The lights aren't even on a dimmer.<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: There's always candlelight. Use your imagination.<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: Alright, fine. It's a deal.
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Alex smiles, lifting his head from his wife's shoulder.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Good. I love you.<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: I love you too.
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Alex turns away, walking back to go to bed, leaving Noelle staring into her vanity mirror, her smile quickly fading, as the continued frustration is clear in her expression.
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Eric sits up at the edge of his bed, next to Nicole, as he attempts to explain his plans for tomorrow to her.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Eric, what do you mean, a DNA test?<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Yeah, I know. (sigh) It's...it's complicated, but...my mom asked me to be there, and...<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Does she not think you're Roman's son, or...<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: No, she does. It's just...she doesn't know if the man we've been calling my father...is my father.
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Nicole looks even more confused than before.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: I think I'm more tired than I thought. I'm even more confused than before! What are you talking about?
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Eric tries to hold back his laughter, as he tries to explain the situation in more detail.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: No, see...there's been...a lot of confusion over the years about who actually is Roman.<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Right? Didn't your family think John was Roman at one point?<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Yeah. For a long time. Most of my childhood, actually. But this time...my mom's just making sure, and...at the same time she's trying to rule out something that could be...passed down.
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Nicole looks immediately concerned.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Passed down? Like what?<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Like...dementia. <br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: (sigh) Right. First your grandmother, then your dad.<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Exactly. So if my mom can get us both tested to see if we share the same gene that led to my dad's dementia, then we can better prepare for it.
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Nicole nods. She looks pensive for a moment before responding.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: I mean...I get that you wanna help your mom, but...what about Sami.
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Eric rolls her eyes, sighing immediately upon hearing Sami's name.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Sami won't do it. In fact, she's livid with all of us for even doing the test at all.
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Nicole responds with more than a hint of derision and mockery in her voice.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: She figures it's Marlena trying to take her daddy away again.<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Nicole, you know that's not fair. My dad being gone so long really messed with Sami...and with me.
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Nicole nods, immediately regretting her snarky remark.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: No, you're right. I'm sorry. Umm...do you want me to be there for you? Just in case...or...?<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: No, no! It's okay. I (sigh) I don't ever mind if you want to come but, I know you have a lot going on at the station, and...Aunt Kim and my cousin Andrew will be there, so...I'll have more than enough support.
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Nicole gives Eric a half-smile, slightly disappointed that he didn't need her there.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Okay.
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Eric notices Nicole's expression, and puts his hand under her chin, gently lifting Nicole's head back up to look into her eyes.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Hey. Look, I'll take you to the Penthouse Grille gala tomorrow , though. Okay?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Yeah.<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: And then...
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Eric properly lays down on the bed, pulling Nicole in close to him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: How about we take a weekend away. Just us, away from Salem. A little...mini-honeymoon.<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: I love it. Let's do it.
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Nicole giggles as Eric tickles her. They writhe around for a moment before Eric has her pinned down on the bed. They begin to kiss, solidifying their romantic plans for the weekend, as Eric turns the bedside lamp off.
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Steve sits in the cell he shares with Bo in Stefano's island compound, staring at Jack's locket that he found in the corner of the cell. He's smiling widely, as Bo turns around, standing at the cell door, hoping to figure out how to escape the cell.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: Bo, he's ALIVE!<br />
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<strong>STEVE</strong>: I know, still gotta get our neighbour out. That's gonna be...<br />
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Steve walks over, joining his friend in looking at the Patient, as Steve puts a comforting hand on Bo's shoulder.
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Anita sits back in shock by Brady's words, as they sit in her SUV together.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Brady--<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: I mean it, Anita. You should've just left me to drown.
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Anita goes to grab Brady's head to pull him in close to her in an embrace, but Brady rebuffs her immediately.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Shhh--<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: No! Get your hands off me! <br />
<strong>ANITA</strong>: Brady, I--<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: You honestly think I believe your story you and Tyler told me about being my grandmother? Wh...what kind of grandmother leaves her entire family for decades, pretends to be dead even after her daughters die? Huh?
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Anita looks down, ashamed of the pain she's put her family through.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: I let you down, and I let your mother down. I know that. But Brady, I AM your grandmother. <br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: Prove it.
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Anita holds up the book she brough with her from inside the cabin.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: If you ask your uncle about the lengths everyone went to to get their hands on this, they'll tell you.
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Anita hands the book to Brady. Reluctantly, he takes it from her. She tightens her grip momentarily as Brady takes it into his hand.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Be careful. There's some loose pages in there. Those are the pages you'd want to read most closely.
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Brady takes the diary gently in his hands.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Ernesto wanted the diary because it proved that Isabella was Victor's daughter, and that's why he tried to kill me. When Ernesto was killed, Victor returned the diary to me.
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Brady studies the cover, afraid to open it, despite wanting to know the answer to his questions.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: You don't have to read it now. But I hope you do. And carefully.
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Brady looks down at the book, his hands shaking. Anita notices, and puts her hand over Brady's. This time, he lets her.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: But this is the real thing. I promise you. You'll be able to tell. There's...there's things in that book I could never make up. Things that will prove to you...I am your grandmother, Brady Black. And I love you.
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Brady looks at Anita, the hostility fading in his eyes, as Anita gazes at him, the affection apparent in her expression.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 186</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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Kim stands in her living room, held in Andrew's arms tightly, her tears over Roman subsiding through her son's comfort.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: It's okay, Mom. It's okay.
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As Andrew cradles his mother, Kim reaches around, holding her son. She feels the soothing comfort of someone to lean on.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: (laughs) I know. I...Andrew, I missed you so much.<br />
<strong>ANDREW</strong>: Shhh...I'm here now.<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: I know. Just...with mom, and Kayla, and Roman. I just...I feel so alone.<br />
<strong>ANDREW</strong>: I know. But I'm here now. And whether you believe it or not, Marlena is too.
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Kim breaks away from Andrew's embrace upon hearing Marlena's name. Wiping away her tears, and turns away.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: (sigh) Yeah.<br />
<strong>ANDREW</strong>: Somehow I don't feel like you agree.
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Kim throws up her hands, before sitting down on the couch.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh Andrew, I do. I...(sigh) Marlena's family to me. You know that. I just...she's been so caught up in trying to unlock this mystery of Roman's illness that I feel like she's forgotten there's a man underneath. It's almost like he's a...case she needs to solve.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Oh come on, Mom. You know that's not true. She cares about Uncle Roman. He's the father of her children, for crying out loud!<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: I know that! I just...maybe I'm just angry at the situation and lashing out, but...I think she figures these test results tomorrow are going to unlock some kind of...hidden DiMera conspiracy, and I...I don't think it will. And I don't think Roman has the time left for us to be playing detective. It's just not worth it.
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Andrew puts a hand to Kim's back, rubbing his mom's back gently, comforting her.
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In the basement dungeon of Stefano's compound in Italy, the candelight flickers, dimly illuminating the dank room.
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Eventually, as we pan the room, we find two bodies laying unconscious on the ground, locked in a cell.
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The flickering light reveals it's Steve and Bo.
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The light hits Steve's eye, as Steve begins to wake up, slowly stirring on the ground.
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After a moment of silently laying there, blinking to try to focus on his surroundings, Steve manages to focus. At the very end of his outstretched arm, his eye spots something up against the wall. Curious, he reaches out for it as far as he can.
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Finally reaching it, and taking it into his hand, he slowly, painfully pulls it toward him, analyzing it closely.
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It's hard. Metallic. Yet delicate. It seems familiar to him.
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A locket.
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Anita stands between Tyler and Brady in the kitchen of her cabin, a pleading look in her eye as Tyler holds her back away from Brady.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Please, Brady. I'm telling you the truth. If there was any way I could have been there...gotten to know you all these years, don't you think I would?
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Brady steps in closer to Anita, an almost-maniacal look in his eyes, as he very quietly answers her question.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: I don't believe a single word that comes out of your lying mouth.
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Tyler steps in once again, trying to cool the situation down before Brady's anger builds any further.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Brady, please. She's telling the truth.
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Brady's eyes dart toward Tyler, the same quiet, simmering rage in his voice as he turns his attentions to Tyler.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: And you know all about the truth, huh? Doing all of Victor's dirty work all these years, and we had to pretend we didn't know who you were?<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Brady...<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: You put on a hell of show, Tyler. Upright businessman, philanthropist.
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Brady chuckles as he steps over toward Tyler, the same unhinged look in his eye.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: When all along you were Victor Kiriakis' lackey. Nothing more. Bravo.
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Brady applauds loudly, mockingly, as Tyler and Anita stand in frustration, helpless in the face of Brady's anger.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Brady, please.<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: Oh what. You gonna try to...to spin her story another way for me? You always could convince people of pretty much anything. So why not a dumb sap like me, huh? Easy mark!<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Brady, Ernesto was dangerous. It was the only way to keep your grandmother safe. No one was trying to pull the wool over your eyes.
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Brady laughs, in complete disbelief over what he's hearing. He shakes his head.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Well, you sure fooled me. Just like everyone else in my life. I just keep getting lied to. For "my own protection". Right? Well, I'm sick of it. You don't have to worry about protecting me anymore. I'm done.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Brady!
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Anita winces as the door slams behind Brady. Tyler holds Anita's arm, as Anita tries to fight herself free for a moment, before quickly giving in, sobbing on Tyler's shoulder, as he pulls her in close to him, comforting her as she cries.
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At the Kiriakis mansion, Alex Kiriakis opens the door to his bedroom. His wife, Noelle Kiriakis, turns around from her seat her in front of her vanity, as she finishes putting on a layer of skin cream on her face. She smiles as her husband enters the room.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Alex!
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Alex responds, though with far less enthusiasm as his wife, given his far more emotionally intense day.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Hey. I'm home.<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: So I see.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: How was your day?
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Alex smiles weakly, before removing himself from his wife's arms and flopping down on the bed next to them, exhausted.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: That answer your question?
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Noelle looks down at her husband, amused by his theatrics.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Yeah, that says it all, really.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: So really, though, what'd you get up to?<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Not a whole lot...less than I wanted to. We ah...we tried the new menu at the Penthouse Grille.
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Noelle perks up at the news.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: OO! Yes! I got the invite today! The gala tomorrow!<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Yeah.<br />
<strong>NOELLE</strong>: You excited for the big event?<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Yeah...yeah I am.
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Alex fades off, as he thinks over his interactions with Will while they were at dinner. His recollections are abruptly halted by Noelle's kiss on his cheek.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Good. Cos I picked up a new dress. I think you're gonna love it.
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Alex sits up from the bed, half-interested in what Noelle's saying.
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Noelle catches wind of Alex's less-than-enthusiastic response, and her face drops, as Alex begins to strip his work clothes off. Noelle looks on with a combination of arousal and frustration, as Alex pulls his shirt, then his pants off, in preparation to head to the ensuite bathroom before bed.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Yeah, I can tell.<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Look, I'm...I'm sorry, babe. I just...I'm so tired, I gotta get cleaned up for bed, kay?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: The...cream...<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Right.
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Alex down sheepishly, as he backs off his wife, and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Noelle sighs, irritated by her husband's lack of interest in her.
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Kim sits on the sofa in her apartment, as Andrew stands behind her in the kitchenette, pouring them both a glass of red wine. They sit in silence for a moment, while Kim stares off into the abyss. Andrew watches over Kim carefully before finally speaking, snapping his mother out of her apparent trance.
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Kim looks back, shifting her body in her seat, smiling warmly at her son, but with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
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Kim nods, slipping back into thought about the tests.
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Andrew hands Kim a glass of wine, looking down at her disapprovingly. Kim sees Andrew's face and relents immediately, as Andrew sits down on the sofa opposite Kim.
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<strong>ANDREW</strong>: It probably isn't. But, knowing Marlena as long as we both have...when has she ever done anything for purely, single-mindedly selfish reasons?
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Kim sighs, realizing her son's right.
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Kim looks up at Andrew, smiling with a sense of relief.
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<strong>ANDREW</strong>: I was just a call away, you know.<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: I know. But I am so grateful you're here now, Andrew. It's been so lonely without you...your Aunt Kayla...your sister.
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Kim begins to tear up, as Andrew puts a hand on Kim's back, gently rubbing her back, as Kim tries to hold her sadness in.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Andrew...are you...how are you feeling about seeing Theresa tomorrow?
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Andrew frowns slightly at Kim's question, unsure of the best response.
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<strong>KIM</strong>: I do too. I think you being there will really help her with her recovery, Andrew. It's....it's very important. To her, and for me.
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Andrew smiles, with a pinch of sadness in his face.
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Andrew gets up from the couch, ready for bed. He drinks the rest of his wine as he gets up, and places his glass on the kitchen island.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Look, I ah...I gotta get to the hotel, Mom. I have to get some work done on this story about the campaign for governor, and...<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: Oh, no no, I...don't let me keep you.
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Kim gets up from the couch, and gives Andrew an incredibly warm hug. It lasts a few seconds, and it's clear that Kim is reticent to let him go.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I am so grateful to have you home again.<br />
<strong>ANDREW</strong>: Thanks, Mom.
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Andrew lets go of his mom, before walking toward the door. He stops, as Kim turns to tearfully say goodnight. Andrew smiles back as he opens the door.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Goodnight.<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: Night!
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As Andrew closes the door to Kim's apartment, Kim stands, smiling as she brushes her tears away.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Let go of me, Tyler!<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Anita! Don't do it!
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Anita stops in her tracks, but looks out the window as Brady walks away.
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Anita's lips purse together, angered by Tyler's words. She turns suddenly to face Tyler, hurt obvious in her voice.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: You did this. <br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Anita, he needed to know.<br />
<strong>ANITA</strong>: No, he didn't! Not now! Tyler, he's miserable. You don't understand. He drove off that embankment to commit suicide! He wanted nothing to do with his life in Salem.
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Tyler looks sheepishly, as Anita turns her attentions back out toward the dark night, hoping to see Brady re-emerge. Her tone softens as she continues to speak of her grandson.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: He was trying to forget. To build a new life for himself here, a simpler life...and he found it.
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Anita tenses up, turning back around to face Tyler, her voice raising again as she spits her words at him.
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<strong>TYLER</strong>: (sigh) Anita, I'm sorry. I didn't realize his mental state when I asked you to tell him who you are.<br />
<strong>ANITA</strong>: You never do. And you should've asked me, Tyler. It wasn't time yet. Damn it, Tyler. He wasn't ready to know yet.<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Anita, when did you think would be the right time?
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Anita turns away from Tyler again, holding herself, rubbing her arms gently to comfort herself as she listens to Tyler speak.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: You know as well as I do that the months would drag on, and Brady would stay tucked away here, hidden from reality, from his past. You here, pacifying him. Making believe you're just this benevolent stranger who just happened to take him in? Purely out of the goodness of her heart. Who loves him just because he's a special boy?
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Anita sighs, shaking her head at what Tyler's telling her. The uncomfortable truths she's hearing almost too much to hear.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Oh shut up...<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: And then what? After you've spent months lying to him.
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Tyler steps in closer to Anita, speaking softly to her, but firmly.
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Anita turns to Tyler, speaking in as measured a tone as she can muster through her upset.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Maybe not. But I would have had time to help Brady recover emotionally, so that the truth wouldn't put salt in the wounds he already has. As it stands, he's still running, Tyler. And that's what I'm afraid of.
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Anita walks back toward her front door, looking helplessly out into the dark night.
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Outside Anita's cabin, Brady desperately attempts to open Anita's SUV, but can't find the key. Pulling frantically on the door handle, he smacks the door, in a fury.
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Looking around him, Brady contemplates running off into the night, but he sees only blackness, and thinks better of it. After a moment, he finally finds the right one and hops inside.
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Brady turns the key, but the enging makes a gurgling sound.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Come on....come on!
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He attempts once again, but the same result.
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Brady leans back in the drivers' seat, sobbing in pain and confusion about the discovery that Anita is actually his long-presumed-dead grandmother.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: Ughhh, Stefano, these goons of yours don't mellow with age, man.
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He holds a piece of jewelery he found on the ground in the cell that he and Bo are currently locked in. A locket.
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He opens the locket, and sees a familiar picture inside. Steve inhales suddenly, shocked by what he's discovered inside. Suddenly forgetting about the immense, pounding pain his head is in, Steve immediately leans over to Bo's unconscious body, and desperately attempts to revive him.
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Steve shakes Bo's shoulders, gently slapping his face hoping to wake Bo up.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: Come on, partner! I got something to show you, man! It's big! Come oooon, dude!
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Bo begins to come around, grunting in pain, as he begins to return to consciousness.
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<strong>STEVE</strong>: Heh, yeah well, so am I but I got something that'll put a little pep back in your step.
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Bo slowly gets up, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, before his eyes bug out as his head begins to throb.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BO</strong>: Ohhhh MAN! <br />
<strong>STEVE</strong>: Yeah, I know, but come on, partner. Focus here.
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Steve holds up the opened locket for Bo, who takes it in his hand. He looks it over closely.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BO</strong>: Okay, it's a locket. What about it?<br />
<strong>STEVE</strong>: Look at the picture.
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Bo inspects the picture inside the locket. His eyes begin to widen.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BO</strong>: Steve, this...this is Jack's, isn't it?
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Steve nods, excitedly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: That's right, my man. And you know damn well it hasn't been here very long. These goons woulda found it ages ago and destroyed it, especially if they were gonna throw us in here. So that only means one thing.
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Bo looks up from the locket, a hint of a pained smile on his face.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BO</strong>: Jack didn't die when the elevator collapsed.<br />
<strong>STEVE</strong>: You got it! He's probably alive, Bo! My baby brother's alive!
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Steve can't hide his excited smile, as he reaches across to hug Bo, who looks simply stunned by the turn of events.
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-63773947117533592762020-10-02T23:38:00.003-04:002020-10-02T23:39:20.602-04:00DAYS #185: Brady demands answers from "Anita", Will & Sonny discuss Gabi moving out (11/03/14)<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 185</strong>
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br />
<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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Brady stands in Anita's living room, stunned by her announcement that Anita is not, in fact, a kind stranger that plucked him from the river, but his grandmother, Loretta Toscano.
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He struggles to speak a single word, sputtering as Anita tears up, Tyler holding her shoulders, trying to keep her calm.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Wh....what did you say?
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Anita stands shaking before Brady, terrified of what this revelation will do, before repeating herself.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: I am Loretta Toscano. Brady, I am...your grandmother.
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Brady catches his breath after a moment, and clumsily tries to form a response without snapping at his grandmother.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: I...you...you can't be my grandmother. My grandmother died decades ago, she...my mother died of cancer, and...<br />
<strong>ANITA</strong>: I know, Brady. I desperately wanted to be there, but it wasn't safe--
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Brady snaps upon hearing this, turning his back to his grandmother, and beginning to pace the kitchenette nervously, before turning around suddenly, startling Anita with his anger, and raised voice.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Oh come on, lady! I don't buy it. Not for a second. If you were really my grandmother, and you were ANYTHING like the woman you claim was your daughter, wild horses wouldn't keep you from seeing your daughter before she died.
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Tyler steps in, hoping to calm Brady down, to no avail.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Brady, calm down. Anita is not lyling to you, she IS your grandmother, I prom--
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Brady turns to look at Anita, an almost-maniacal glint in his eye, as he stares her down.
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Anita shivers, partly in fear, and partly in sadness, as she hears Brady's demand loud and clear.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: And I want it, right, now.
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In the parking garage under the condo building where Marlena lives, Kim and Marlena shake hands, while Andrew looks on.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: It's a date. I'll come with you to the hospital tomorrow at...
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Meet me at 10am. <br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: Where, exactly?<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: Just outside Dr. Grant's office. 6th floor.
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Marlena smiles, as does Kim, albeit weakly. Kim nods in agreement, as Marlena looks over to Andrew, beaming brightly at the handsome young man.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: And if you'd like to come, it would be great to spend more time with you. It's been way too long.<br />
<strong>ANDREW</strong>: Tell me about it! I've missed you. And Salem.<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: And we've missed you.<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: We have.
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Marlena leans over to give Andrew a warm hug, before looking warmly at Kim, squeezing Kim's hand.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: I'm sorry to have put you through so much worry. I really am.
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Kim smiles back, still half-heartedly, as Marlena collects herself to head back upstairs.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Thank you.<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: I'll see you both tomorrow.<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: Sure thing.<br />
<strong>ANDREW</strong>: Goodnight, Marlena.<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: Goodnight, Andrew. Kim.
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Marlena walks away, heading for the elevators, as Kim looks on. Andrew puts his hands on her shoulders, trying to comfort his troubled mother.
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Sonny gets up from the sofa inside his apartment with Will, as Will shuts the door of the kitchen cabinet, having grabbed a glass for a drink of water. Sonny is stunned by what he's just heard Will tell him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: I'm sorry, Gabi moved out?
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Sonny stares at the open door to Gabi's room, seeing for himself that the room is virtually empty after Gabi's move to Nick's, earlier in the day.
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Will turns on the tap, almost spitefully nonchalant in his reaction to the news, the polar opposite of Sonny's panic.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: This afternoon.
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Will turns the tap off, having filled his glass, and turns back toward Sonny. Will is visibly annoyed by Gabi's departure, but replying glibly and dismissively.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I'm sure Nick sent movers in within minutes of hearing the news. I'm amazed they kept a crib for Ari. I expected they'd take any trace of her too.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: I'm afraid to ask--<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Don't worry. Ari's staying with us. I didn't...take her tonight, I left her with Mom. I just...
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Will sighs, looking down as his sarcastic demeanour softens, turning to a grim resignation. He paces the room, as Sonny watches him, still in disbelief.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I needed some time to...process...everything.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: I can imagine. Wh....when did you...when did you hear the news?
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Will responds automatically, without thinking until he's halfway through his sentence.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh I heard it when I was out to dinner with Alex--
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Will catches himself, and stops just after revealing the truth of what he did with his evening.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: ...Alex and I were at the Penthouse Grille for work...sort of a...press preview of sorts, and....Maggie came in. Told us what she walked into at the breakfast table this morning.
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Sonny remains surprised, probably too stunned to absorb most of what Will's just told him, nor his strange reaction to telling Sonny about the dinner, but stammers out his next question.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Did um...did Maggie say why Gabi made the decision?
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Will shakes his head. Still looking off at the ground mindlessly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Nah. Nah, I didn't give her the chance to explain. I...I took off right away to the studio to...confront Nick. Get some answers out of him.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: And?<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Well, they were already setting up for Nicole's special, so...Alex and I stayed in the studio to watch. And then...<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: And then the light fell.
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Will looks up at Sonny momentarily, then away again, nodding.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: You heard.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Heh, I think everyone in the state heard...or saw.
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Will chuckles to himself a moment, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion as he does.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.
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As Will chuckles to himself, Sonny looks intensely at Will as Will rubs his eyes, speaking seriously to him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: That...begs the question, though. And I want you to be 100% honest with me.
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Sonny hesitates momentarily before asking his question, almost afraid of the answer. Will tenses up, worried about what Sonny might ask.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Did you rig that light to fall on the stage?
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Will looks up suddenly, surprised by Sonny's question. Sonny continues to look intensely into Will's eyes.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Were you so angry at Nick, that you were willing to try to kill him?
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Will is stunned, and can't answer, while Sonny frustratedly demands an answer.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Will! Tell me! Were you??
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Brady stands, incensed by Anita's deception. He steps in close to her, almost hissing his words to his grandmother, while Tyler hangs back, trying to observe the situation and keep everyone calm (and failing).
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Well? I'm waiting.
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Anita doesn't respond right away, prompting Brady to speak up once more.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Where have you been?
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Anita, holding her head in her hands, uncovers her face after a moment, tears in her eyes. She finally responds, regaining some of her composure through her tears.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: I was here. I was here all along. Watching. Waiting for any news I could get.
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Anita tries to step toward Brady, to take his hand in hers, but Brady recoils from her. Anita sees this immediately and stops herself. Instead, she sombrely relays her past to him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Victor wouldn't let me come to Salem. When Ernesto found out about my affair with Victor, he nearly killed me with that poison. Victor managed to make it look like I'd died, but whisked me away out of danger just in time, and...
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Anita stops, before turning to face Tyler, taking his hand in hers.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Victor had Tyler set me up with a new home. A new life. He demanded I never come back for my children until he knew for a fact it was safe to do so. <br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: And it's been safe for years. Ernesto died before I was even born, and yet here you are.
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Anita looks down, frustrated and ashamed.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: I know. And I probably should've fought harder, but...after awhile, you just lose the fight. And besides, just when I finally worked up the nerve, Hope came back and Victor was spooked. He figured...maybe Ernesto had managed to survive as well.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: So you stayed here. Playing dead.
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Anita looks up at Brady, making her position clear to her grandson. She retorts firmly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: So I settled for the life I could have. I had already made a life out here. I met a lovely man. Had another daughter, got to know her children...I had a great life, Brady.
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Anita turns to face Brady, and looks him firmly in the eyes as she finishes her thought.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: But I never forgot my other family, Brady. And I made sure I stayed in touch with, and up to date about you. You mean the world to me. You must believe that.
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Brady looks back with a look of skepticism, his words cutting Anita like a knife.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: And what if I don't?
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After a tense moment staring at each other, Will begins to crack up at Sonny's assertion that he was the one responsible for the light falling at WXIR.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Sonny, I WISH I had thought of that. But see, this is how you know I wasn't the one who did it.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Why?<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Because if I had done it? I wouldn't miss.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Not funny.
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Will cracks up even more at Sonny's serious tone, walking casually into the living area as he quips to Sonny about murdering Nick.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: It's hilarious! What are you talking about?
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Sonny sighs and walks back over to the couch, sitting down on the sofa again, overwhelmed by everything that's gone down today. Will, meanwhile, takes a sip of water, then continues to talk about his day.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: But seriously, though. I didn't see anything that would help them figure out who dropped the light on the stage. <br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Did you get a chance to talk to Nick at all?<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Eventually. I ended up driving him, Anjelica, and Alex back to the Kiriakis mansion.
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Sonny turns to look at Will, amused and surprised.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Anjelica? You drove Anjelica Deveraux home? Will, you drive a compact car with cloth seats--<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Oh I know. And I heard all about it from her, believe me.
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Sonny chuckles as Will continues.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Ugh, that wasn't the worst part of the ride, though.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Oh?
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Will sits on the arm of the sofa, next to Sonny.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah. After gloating about Gabi moving in with him, Nick tried to imply something was going on between Alex and I.
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Sonny tries to stifle a laugh, failing miserably.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: You cannot be serious.
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Will feigns being wounded by Sonny's laughter.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that hard to believe someone like Alex could POSSIBLY be interested in me.
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Sonny playfully jabs Will in the ribs, causing Will to crumple in, shouting out in pain.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Ow! Stop! <br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Whatever, you know you're stuck with me.
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Sonny starts to tickle Will, as Will wraps his arms around Sonny. Will yelps in discomfort from the tickling, as he inadvertently lands in Sonny's lap.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Ah! Fine, fine! You win! (laughs)
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Sonny finally stops tickling Will, figuring he's won, and the two look at each other lovingly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Good. Cos you know what I wanna do for you tomorrow to take your mind off all the stuff with Nick?<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: What?<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: I wanna sit down and start pinning down our wedding plans.
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Will beams at Sonny even mentioning their upcoming wedding.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: It's a deal.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Good. I think we've left enough of this up to your mom. It's time you and I take care of some things ourselves. What do you say?
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Will rests his forehead against Sonny's.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I think you're right. Sounds like the perfect day. And you know what's a great way to start that perfect day?
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Sonny smiles, kissing Will gently on the lips before answering his question.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: What?<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Having the perfect night.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Mmmm, I think you're right.
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<strong>KIM</strong>: You know Andrew, I swear that whole...scare with Roman wore me right out.
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Kim hangs her coat up, almost in a trance. Andrew walks over to her, pulling her hand down after she hangs up her coat.
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<strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom, are you alright?
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Kim looks into Andrew's concerned eyes, and immediately wells up. She nods, before cracking, weeping openly as she wraps her arms around her son, trying to calm herself down, as Andrew comforts her.
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<strong>ABE</strong>: Pretty shaken up. But he's asleep now. He'll be okay.
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<strong>ABE</strong>: I have to tell you, Marlena...under the circumstances...I cannot afford to have Roman stay on the police force.
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<strong>ABE</strong>: I think you're right. Look, Marlena, I plan to put Roman on medical leave for the time being. I don't want to retire him completely until we have an official diagnosis.<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: That makes sense. I'm actually planning to get a firm answer on that tomorrow. So I'll let you know as soon as we hear something.
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<strong>MARLENA</strong>: No, thank YOU. I know it's...incredibly late to be out.
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<strong>MARLENA</strong>: I appreciate it so very much, Abe.
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Abe and Marlena hug warmly, before Abe opens the door to leave.
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As a light dimly flickers, we see the outline of two bodies laying unconscious in the basement of Stefano's compound in Italy.
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He shakes, trying in vain to escape the restraints, while his eyes, forced to remain open, view a slideshow of violent images and short videos, punctuated by flashes of John Black's face.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>EPISODE 184</strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em style="font-family: helvetica;">Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">
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Marlena sits with Roman in his SUV in the undergorund parking of her building. She appears concerned about him, as Roman stares out the front windshield, almost acting as though she's not there. Outside the vehicle, Kim, Andrew, and Abe look in on them.
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After a moment's awkward silence between then, Marlena tries to coax him out of his apparent trance.
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Roman continues to look out his window, looking out at Kimberly in particular. His focused stare unnerves Kim, which Marlena catches, momentarily looking out toward Kim herself.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Roman, that woman right there, that's Kimberly. Honey, your sister is alive. She's fine.
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Roman, still looking at Kim, blinks momentarily, his fixation starting to break, as he shakes his head in disbelief.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ROMAN</strong>: Nah...no, that....that's not...<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: It's true, Roman.<br />
<strong>ROMAN</strong>: No, Doc. She...I was out in the country by the Lake Road, and...there was...there was a woman in the back of this blue truck, and...she had red hair. She was dead, it...it was Kimmy. I tried to radio in and...I...I just...
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Roman shakes his head, becoming visibly distressed by what Marlena's told him.
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Marlena motions to Abe to step in, she calmly leans in closer to Roman to try to get his attention.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Roman! Roman. Abe is going to take you inside, and we can relax. Okay?<br />
<strong>ROMAN</strong>: No--no, Doc. That's not...damn it, you're lying! You're all lying to me! It was Kimmy in that SUV, you gotta find her!
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Roman slams his fists on the steering wheel, as Abe rushes in to collect Roman. Marlena puts her hand on Roman's shoulder tenderly, though her voice raises with concern.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Roman! No one is lying to you, I promise. Kimmy is okay. Now come on. It's okay.
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Roman holds in his sobbing, before giving in, and letting Abe take him out of the car.
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As Roman and Abe head up toward the elevator, Kim and Andrew stand back away from Roman. Andrew holds his mother's shoulders as they watch Abe take Roman up to Marlena's penthouse. As they do, Marlena leaves Roman's vehicle herself. Looking serious, she walks slowly over to a visibly upset Kim.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Kimberly. I hate to keep harping on this, but...I thought I should let you know what's happening with Roman, and what I'm planning to do.
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Kim turns around suddenly, fighting tears, with a hostile look on her face, as she looks to a stoic, serious Marlena.
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Eric waits by the elevators down the hall from the TV studio at WXIR for Nicole. He plans to pick Nicole up from the TV studio, and finds her walking toward the elevators with Hope, as they emerge from scouring the studio for evidence of the light "accident".
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: So we'll inspect the cuts to the wire, and check for fingerprints. Should have it all analyzed by Monday.<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Works for me. <br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Now, has there been anyone other than Abigail that's been around the station anytime in the last week?
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Nicole looks around, racking her brain to think of an answer, she clocks onto one suddenly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Jerome.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: I'm sorry?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Jerome, Abigail's friend. I wanna say his last name is Grant? Handsome guy, black...mid-20s?<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: He's been here?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Yeah...he and Abigail were out for lunch, just like a friendly lunch date thing, and he was helping her out with some research one day, and he came by.
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Hope's interest is piqued, she probes further.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Did he seem to be...engaged or...?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Oh, no, he was totally into it. I didn't really think much of it, though. He's a postgrad student at Salem U, so...this is right up his alley.
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The gears almost visibly turning in Hope's mind, she and Nicole finish their long stroll down the hallway toward Eric.
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Nicole and Hope finally approach Eric, who gets up from his seat in the waiting area by the elevators. Once Nicole arrives, she wraps her arm around Eric's back, gently kissing his lips as a hello.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Ready to roll?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: I think so. Unless you need anything else from me?
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Hope shakes her head, fairly comfortable with what she's collected so far.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: No, I think you're good for tonight. Look, thanks for everything, and ah...one thing. Make sure you call me first thing tomorrow morning, just in case they have any questions at the lab that might fill in any information gaps, okay?
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Nicole nods, before turning to Eric.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Come on, let's go.<br />
<strong>ERIC</strong>: Night, Hope.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Night, Eric.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: OH! One thing! Do you know if Abby left for the night?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Ahhh, I sent her home about a half hour ago when you told me, but...I didn't see her leave.
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Hope looks back toward the studio.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Hm.<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: She's probably just being her usual eager beaver self and double checking some things in the control room.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Alright, thanks. I'll have a look for her.
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The doors to the elevator open, and Eric and Nicole step on.
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Eric waves to Hope, who smiles warmly at her nephew.
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As the doors to the elevator close, Hope notices a small drop of blood on the floor by the foot of the elevator door. Curious, she kneels down by it. Realizing for sure what it is, she calls another officer over.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Gabe!<br />
<strong>GABE</strong>: Yeah?
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Hope waits til Gabe's run over, before pointing down at the blood drop.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Blood. get a sample to the lab and find out how long it's been there.<br />
<strong>GABE</strong>: Got it.
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Hope steps away from the elevator, and looks around her. She lingers momentarily, looking as Gabe collects the blood sample from the floor, speaking to herself softly before carrying on to find Abby.
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At Anita's cabin, Tyler walks back into the kitchen area, where Anita stands with Brady. They turn to face Tyler as they hear his footsteps walking away from the phone after his call to Victor. Anita speaks nervously after a moment.
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Tyler folds his arms before him, debating whether to be honest with her or not.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: He's fine. He'll be released from the hospital tomorrow.<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: And what about you?<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: (sigh) I....I have to leave Salem.<br />
<strong>BRADY</strong>: What?
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Tyler nods. Trying to make it clear that it's not a big deal to him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Call it...early retirement. I'll have to finalize some arrangements, and I'll be off to the Costa Del Sol by the weekend.
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Brady tenses up, before Anita interjects.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: And just what are those arrangements?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Tyler, please tell me you won't let Victor know that Brady's staying here.
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Tyler doesn't respond again, panicking Anita.
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Tyler finally cuts in, responding firmly in an exasperated tone.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Alright! Fine. On one condition.
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Anita shakes her head, knowing what Tyler is about to suggest. Tyler points to Brady as he offers his demand.
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Kim stands with Andrew and Marlena in the parking garage below Marlena's building, her arms folded, as she speaks to Marlena pointedly.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Alright, Marlena. What have you planned for my brother now? Another DNA test to make sure he isn't another imposter sent by Stefano to upend all our lives?<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: Kim--<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: Look, I don't...I don't want to fight with you again. You're...you're a dear friend of mine, you're basically family, but...Marlena, I don't understand where your head's at with this. I mean, it's....it's so obvious to me that this is dementia, and that my brother needs treatment, and the sooner, the better.
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Marlena nods in agreement with Kim, before interjecting with her support.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: And I agree. Completely.
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Kim looks at Marlena, somewhat skeptical, and equally surprised.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: That's what I wanted to discuss with you. I was hoping you could join Roman and I at University Hospital tomorrow morning. We're meeting Eric there for a battery of tests, and then Valerie and I were going to go over a treatment plan for Roman--<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: Tests. DNA tests. Am I right?
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Marlena sighs, nodding before carrying on.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Yes, I admit it. But Kimberly, I only want to run the test to be sure that the gene that caused Roman's and Caroline's dementia hasn't been passed along to Eric. Or potentially to Sami, or Carrie.
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Kim seems somewhat unmoved, and after a moment, Marlena continues.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Kimberly...I didn't do this as some kind of roundabout deception to get the DNA tests done. It was honestly a bonus, just to give myself peace of mind. But I also want you to know that I am serious about Roman's condition, and I want to keep him with us as long as possible. Believe me.
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Marlena puts her hand on Kim's arm, trying to be of some comfort to her, as she explains herself passionately.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Now please. Come with me tomorrow. I promise you, you will be an active part of our plans for your brother. It would mean an awful lot. To him and to me.
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Kim takes a moment, with Andrew joining in with Marlena in attempting to convince Kim to go.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom, I...I think it might be a smart idea. It might help...give you a sense of empowerment over the situation. I think you'd feel a lot more at ease if you had that right now.
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Kim looks at Andrew, then Marlena, before slowly nodding.
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Kim extends a hand to Marlena in peace offering. Marlena smiles, as she shakes Kim's hand firmly.
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Will sighs, exhausted from a frustrating day. Flipping the lights on, he slowly hangs up his jacket, and sets his new briefcase down in the closet, as a frustrated Sonny emerges from the bedroom.
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Will turns around with a start when Sonny calls out to him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Sonny!
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Sonny looks at his fiancé with a mix of exhaustion and annoyance.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: You made it. Would've been nice if you'd called.
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Will sighs, walking toward Sonny.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Sorry. I know I should've. I just...<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: I know, I know. The big day's coming. <br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: PR for Titan is...it's a lot of work.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: I know. More than you realize.
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Sonny speaks in a resigned tone, as he sits himself down on the couch, just before Will flops down beside him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Look, I'm sorry if I've been...less than enthusiastic about this job. I just...I don't want you sucked into my family's problems, and working for them...you just, you can't escape them.
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Will turns his head, a cock-eyed smile on his face as he touches Sonny's cheek gently.
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Sonny smiles, laughing softly to himself.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Yeah. And I can't wait.<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Neither can I.
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Will leans in to kiss Sonny gently on the lips. After their kiss, Sonny stares at his fiancé, soaking him in.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Look, don't worry about my job. If you're willing to move past it, I am too.<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Deal. (sigh) Speaking of work, how was it today?
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh, fine. Until I heard the news about Gabi.
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Sonny straightens his posture, wondering what Will means.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Wh...what news?<br />
<strong>WILL</strong>: Oh, you didn't hear?<br />
<strong>SONNY</strong>: Will...Will, what are you talking about? I knew she was out, but I figured she was visiting Rafe, and...
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Will laughs, rubbing his eyes in exhausted frustration, as Sonny turns his body while still on the sofa to face Will.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh no. No, Mom's watching Ari. No, the reason you don't see Gabi right now is...
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Will walks over to Gabi's bedroom door, throws it open and turns on the light, revealing it to be empty.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Because she moved out. And in with Nick Fallon.
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Sonny's jaw drops, as he looks into Gabi's room, completely dumfounded.
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Outside the WXIR studio, standing by the elevators, Hope confers with another officer about the drops of blood found on the ground.
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As they talk, and the officer snaps photos, Abby walks to the elevator to leave, surprised to see Hope still there.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Hope!<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Abigail! I'm glad you're still here, I was looking for you.<br />
<strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, I, ah, just had to go up to the control room and finalize a couple...paperwork things before I went home. Why...why, what's up?<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Well, I need you to make a statement about the accident, if you can.
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Abby looks at Hope, stumped at what she could offer.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Honestly, Hope, I...I don't know what I could tell you, I was so busy with all my...papers and trying to keep the show running, I...honestly, if I could tell you anything, I swear I would.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: And you didn't bring anyone along with you to the studio?
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Abby furrows her brow, unsure what Hope's implying with her question.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: What do you mean?<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: I mean, more than a couple people have seen you at the WXIR offices with Jerome Grant the last few days, and--
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Abby cuts Hope off, slightly insulted by Hope's implication.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Whuh, what are you implying, Hope?
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Hope is caught off guard by Abby's defensiveness. Abby catches herself and backtracks when Hope's expression changes in reaction to Abby's response.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Look, I...I actually specifically told Jerome not to come tonight. I didn't feel comfortable having him here in such a high-pressure environment. Especially when I'm so new.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: You worried he'd distract you?
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Abby shrugs, trying to downplay her inner conflict.
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Hope nods, disappointed by the lack of information Abby was able to provide.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Look, I gotta go.<br />
<strong>HOPE</strong>: Yeah, sure. If you do remember anything at all, even if you think it's not worth mentioning, give me a call, 'kay?
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Abby nods quickly, as she presses the 'down' button on the elevator.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Night, Abby.
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Hope sighs, still sensing her bad feeling about Jerome Grant isn't misplaced. Hope mutters to herself.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: He's gotta tie into this somehow. But how?
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Brady steps in between Tyler and Anita, baffled by the exchange occurring before him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Okay, does someone mind explaining to me what's going on here?
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Anita tries to cool Brady's curiosity, speaking dismissively, before being cut off by Tyler.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: Brady, it's--<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: ...Promise me, Anita. <br />
<strong>ANITA</strong>: Why, Tyler? What does it benefit you to put this on him now?
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Tyler steps in close to Anita, looking her square in the eyes.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: He has a right to know. I've always thought that.<br />
<strong>ANITA</strong>: Then why now?<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Because he's here now. It made no sense to tell him before. And quite frankly, if you're so adamant that there's no threat against you, then I don't see why you haven't already.
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Anita turns away from Tyler, as Brady stands to one side, confused.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Tell me what?
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Anita stands, facing away from both Brady and Tyler, tearing up. Brady is getting increasingly agitated the longer he has to wait for some kind of response.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>BRADY</strong>: Dammit, would someone just tell me what's going on here?
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Tyler walks over, putting a hand on Anita's shoulder, as she turns to him, shaking her head.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>ANITA</strong>: I can't do it.<br />
<strong>TYLER</strong>: Of course you can.
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Tyler takes Anita and turns her to face Brady. He gently answers his question.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Brady, meet your grandmother, Loretta Toscano.
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Brady's eyes widen in shock, as he realizes who Anita really is.
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It's a cool dark night on the outskirts of Salem. A chilly wind has kicked up, as Tyler Houston steps toward the front door of Anita Hernandez's cabin. He knocks, as he looks out at the dark night around him. Rubbing his hands together to keep them warm in the cold, he tenses his body as he awaits Anita.
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Opening the front door, Anita is surprised to see Tyler standing there.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ANITA</b>: What the--what are you doing here?<br />
<b>TYLER</b>: (sigh) It's a long story.
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Anita hesitates, looking back inside at Brady, who's just entered the living room, curious about why Anita's at the door.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>TYLER</b>: I know he's here, Anita.<br />
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Anita opens the door to let Tyler in, as Brady stands back in the kitchen area, stunned to see Tyler again.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>BRADY</b>: Tyler...wh...look, if you came to track me down, I, I just can't--
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Tyler steps into the room, and holds his hand up to stop Brady from continuing.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>TYLER</b>: Brady....no one knows you're here. And no one's going to know. Okay? I didn't come here to try to get you back to Salem.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ANITA</b>: So why are you here, then? Once wasn't enough?<br />
<b>TYLER</b>: Look, I...ah, something's happened, and I need to leave town. And I won't be back.<br />
<b>ANITA</b>: What? Why?<br />
<b>TYLER</b>: It's...a long story, but I need to call Victor first, and on a secure line. That's why I'm here.
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Anita nods slowly, confused by Tyler's vague information. She motions toward the landline phone, as Tyler nods in appreciation, and heads over to call Victor.
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Anita turns to face a very baffled Brady, to whom she gives an equally confused expression.
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At the Grant house, Jerome sits with his grandmother on the living room couch. He wears a strange expression as he questions his grandmother.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JEROME</b>: You talk like you got some real beef with the Hortons.
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Valerie shifts uncomfortably, trying to be somewhat dismissive of what she's already expressed to Jerome about the Hortons, but failing.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>VALERIE</b>: I don't really have beef, but like...(sigh) How shall I put it?
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Jerome laughs, breaking Valerie's thought.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JEROME</b>: ...But you got beef with 'em! <br />
<b>VALERIE</b>: Look, don't get me wrong, Jerome. They're lovely people. They do their best. I have worked alongside this family for years. But I also know they have their fair share of problems. Ones that are extremely easy for a man like you to get caught up in. And I don't want that for you. I've...pulled your behind out of enough jams for one lifetime.
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Valerie notices Jerome's crooked collar, and awkwardly, lovingly adjusts it as she fidgets to distract from her nervousness at the subject at hand. Jerome gently flinches, tickled by his grandmother's touch.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>JEROME</b>: Okay, I get that. But...what you mean? What kind of problems?
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Valerie stops fidgeting and sighs, before deciding to tell Jerome.
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Jerome turns his head quickly to look at Valerie's sheepish expression.
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Marlena and Abe head into the underground parking at Marlena's building. Marlena trails Abe, who is eager to get going. Abe looks back to see Marlena, slowly walking towards him, clutching herself as she walks, deep in thought.
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Abe walks over to Marlena, and comforts her as they walk toward Abe's car, Abe seeing Marlena clearly distressed by Roman's absence.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ABE</b>: We'll find him, Marlena.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MARLENA</b>: I know. Still doesn't make me worry any less.
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No sooner has Marlena finished her sentence do Kim and Andrew pull into a spot right near Abe and Marlena. Kim honks her horn, startling Marlena, as they both step out of Kim's car. Marlena looks stunned to see Andrew.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>MARLENA</b>: Oh my...Oh my God, Andrew! Ohh it's so good to see you! Oh, when did you get into town?
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Andrew laughs as he gives his former aunt a hug, while Kim looks on, somewhat less-than-impressed by Marlena's enthusiasm, under the circumstances.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: He ah...he just arrived tonight. We were finishing up dinner when we got the call.<br />
<b>MARLENA</b>: Ohh, it's so good to see you. Oh that must've been a fantastic surprise for you, Kim.
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Kim nods, with a subdued expression as she tries to speed things along to limit her time with Marlena, whom she's upset with.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>KIM</b>: It was. It was just what I needed. Look, um...I don't wanna...break up the reunion or anything, but....I think we need to start dealing with why we're here.<br />
<b>ABE</b>: Kim is right. I think we need to split up and keep each other on a three way call. <br />
<b>MARLENA</b>: Makes sense. I can take the route down Riverside Drive.<br />
<b>KIM</b>: Andrew and I can cover the south end.<br />
<b>ABE</b>: And I'll handle the centre. Alright, let's get on this, the longer we take, the farther away he might have gotten.
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As Abe, Kim, Marlena, and Andrew prepare to separate, we see inside the car just a few steps away from where they've congregated. Inside, Roman sits silently in the car, with the engine off. He's almost in a trance, as he states straight out from the drivers' seat, seemingly completely unaware of his surroundings.
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<b>VALERIE</b>: Well...I fell in love with a young man here named David Banning, and he just happens to be Miss Abigail Deveraux's cousin.
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<b>VALERIE</b>: Oh no, it was...I mean, it wasn't without its problems, but our relationship was fine. We loved each other. His family was incredibly kind to me, but...they...they had problems. I worked for Abigail's grandmother at University Hospital, and she...she spent a long time in an institution. Abigail's grandfather was a great surgeon, and a very kind man, but...very troubled. David was an alcoholic, like your great grandfather. (sigh) I think the pressure was too much for him.
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<b>VALERIE</b>: I'm not broken up about it. Years later, we met again, away from Salem, and...you know, I think being with him away from Salem was a real blessing. We could be together without the pressure of our families and...people who knew us. It was a great time. It wasn't long but...Uncle Eli came from it, and...it means I have a reminder in my life of that special time.
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<b>VALERIE</b>: Don't be so sure. I know how you take on the problems of people you care about, baby. I don't want you to sucked into something you can't get out of.
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<b>BRADY</b>: The hell it's not! Anita, I do not feel comfortable with that man in this house. He works for my grandfather...
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<b>BRADY</b>: What??! That's supposed to make me feel better?<br />
<b>ANITA</b>: Just don't...shhh...Brady. Listen to me.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>TYLER</b>: (into phone) Wh...Victor, what are you talking about?<br />
<b>VICTOR</b>: (via phone) He's still alive, you idiot!
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>VICTOR</b>: (into phone) Exactly. And now it's too late to make another attempt, so don't even bother trying. I can only imagine the Salem PD all over that studio as we speak collecting whatever they can to tie your sorry ass to it. So forget it. I sent you a portion of what I promised you, but only if you get out of town.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>VICTOR</b>: (via phone) ...and get out tonight.
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Hope stands with Nicole and Eric in the WXIR studio, still relatively dressed up from her date with Aiden. She looks around, as other officers snap photos of the fallen lighting rig. Nicole stands in the middle of the studio, arms folded, and explains what happened during the filming of her TV special.
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Nicole shakes her head, certain of her answer.
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<b>NICOLE</b>: It couldn't have been. Honestly, Nick's been involved in all kinds of things lately that I think make him a target. I mean, the light that fell was almost exactly over where he was sitting when it dropped. I can almost guarantee someone was trying to kill him.
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Anjelica and Liam stand on the foggy pier, Anjelica points at Liam accusingly, speaking quietly but hissing her words at him.
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<span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>ANJELICA</b>: You are letting your feelings get in the way of our goal, and it's becoming a liability.<br />
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<b>ANJELICA</b>: Absolutely. You want to disengage because you're bitter about losing me to Stefano--<br />
<b>LIAM</b>: It's not that...<br />
<b>ANJELICA</b>: So NOW, you're going to put your energies into Jennifer Horton, which is fine by me, but whatever energy you have left goes to screwing me over as some kind of twisted catharsis for your broken heart. And let me tell you, Mr. Frasier: that's not going to happen.
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Kim, Andrew, and Abe walk away from their huddle in the car park at Marlena's condominium, as Marlena lingers behind, deep in thought, but jumping slightly when Abe touches her arm to get her attention as he walks away.
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Roman hesitates for a moment, as though still in his trance, before finally unlocking the door. Marlena steps inside, as Kim and Andrew also double back, and Abe arrives.
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></span>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-54469416488903262152020-06-13T16:18:00.003-04:002020-06-13T16:19:08.575-04:00DAYS #182: Valerie and Jerome have a heart-to-heart, Tyler discovers Brady alive! (10/29/14)<div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #353c41; font-family: roboto, "helvetica neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;">
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">MARLENA</span>: Not a word.<br />
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">MARLENA</span>: I umm...I've been taking him for tests at the hospital. We...we aren't 100% sure what's going on.<br />
<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">ABE</span>: It's obviously dementia of some kind.<br />
<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">MARLENA</span>: Well, that's what we assume, but...I have reason to believe Stefano is involved somehow.</div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">ABE</span>: Wouldn't surprise me. But...considering his performance at work...</div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">ABE</span>: I'm starting to believe it would be a good idea to...(sigh) ask Roman to take a leave of absence from the force.</div>
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The occasional passing car shines its headlights his way as they drive opposite him down the road. Tyler is looking on intensely, as he thinks back to the events of the evening.</div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">FLASHBACK TO EPISODE 167:</em></span><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"></em></div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">TYLER</span></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">: Victor, are you absolutely sure Nick told you he was funded by Stefano. You didn't mishear him.</em><br />
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">VICTOR</span></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">: Too late. The gloves are already off. Get rid of Nick Fallon. By any means neccessary.</em></div>
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No sooner has those words come out of her mouth, than Liam walks down the steps of the pier to meet her. Anjelica turns to look at him, looking a bit annoyed.</div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">ANJELICA</span>: Ahhh yes, precious Jennifer Horton. </div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">ANJELICA</span>: Love of your life. Apple of your eye. Tell me, Liam: did you take an extra moment before you departed to watch your beloved as she slept as well?<br />
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">ANJELICA</span>: Our little problem we were discussing earlier? I want you to take care of him.</div>
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Jerome shuts the front door to the Grant family home, and steps inside quietly. Inside, Valerie emerges from the kitchen entrance and looks stern, but relieved to see her grandson home.</div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">VALERIE</span>: Well, I don't really mind that, but the fact you didn't even text me or call?<br />
<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">JEROME</span>: Nah, I know. I should've.<br />
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">VALERIE</span>: No, I don't think you do. Now, listen. I know you're grown, and I can't stop you from doing what you wanna do, but I can and I will tell you what I think about it. And what you're doing right now, it is way too familiar to me.<br />
<span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: bolder;">JEROME</span>: Grandma, I promise you, I am not falling into those same patterns. Look, Kaylie and Siobhan are far behind me, now. I don't...I don't even know what made you think of them.<br />
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Gabi stands in Nick's room at the Kiriakis mansion, holding the pictures he's had hidden in his desk drawer of Gabi, Sami, and Kate trying to drown him in her hand. She's relieved to have finally found them, holding the pictures up to her chest, smiling for the first time in ages.
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As she celebrates her mission being completed to retrieve the photos, lurking on the other side of the door is Nick, who is spying on her through the slight crack in said door. He practically seethes, livid as he watches her invade his privacy and betray his trust, but he keeps silent and still, observing her every move, as he grips the handle of the door tightly.
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<strong>ALEX</strong>: What do you mean by that?<br />
<strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I mean between you and Will Horton.
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<strong>ALEX</strong>: Mom--<br />
<strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Look, Alex, you know I am supportive of you no matter what, but I cannot stress to you enough that I am running on a family values platform in this campaign, and that requires my family to maintain that appearance as well. That. Includes. You.
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<strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Not to these people, it isn't! You need to keep up appearances, Alexander Kiriakis. We need to present an image of good ol' American apple-pie eatin' wholesomeness for my sake, AND for yours.
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<strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I don't care after the campaign ends, you can ruin your life all you want!<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: Bull! Face it, Mother. You're always going to have your nose in every relationship I have. I don't even know why I bother having relationships at all, quite frankly!
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<strong>ALEX</strong>: And if you care so much about my happiness, I'd kindly ask you to butt out.
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<strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Alexander, don't walk away from me--<br />
<strong>ALEX</strong>: There is nothing to say. Anjelica, I am happily married, that's the end of it. Okay? Goodnight.<br />
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Marlena walks over to the lamp on the side table in the living room, immediately looking around now that the lights are on. She's stunned by Roman's absence.
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Taking a moment to think, she walks over to the front closet door, opening it to see Roman's shoes not there. She realizes immediately that something's wrong, and rushes over to her sideboard, where her cell phone's been left to charge overnight.
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Picking it up, she calls Roman.
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After the fourth ring, the call goes to voice mail. Marlena waits through Roman's voice mail message to leave one for him.
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The beep afterward prompts Marlena to leave a somewhat uncertain message. Not wanting to alarm Roman, Marlena holds it together and restrains herself into a calm masquerade.
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Marlena hangs up the phone, now more worried than ever.
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After a moment's hesitation, Marlena checks her watch. It's past midnight.
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She calls Abe, who answers after two rings.
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Marlena hangs up, and after a moment's hesitation, makes one more call.
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Kim is just walking into her apartment after dinner with Andrew, when she hears her cell phone ring.
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Kim answers the phone with a definite harshness in her greeting.
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Kim is shocked, and worried, her tone changes slightly in her response to Marlena's request.
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<strong>KIM</strong>: (via phone) It's fine.<br />
<strong>MARLENA</strong>: (into phone) Listen, Kim, if you don't mind, I just wanted to take a moment to apo--<br />
<strong>KIM</strong>: (via phone) Listen, Marlena, I can't really talk right now, just...I'll be right over, okay?
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Kim hangs up the phone, with Marlena wincing after the call ends, hurt by the terseness in Kim's voice, and their strained relationship thanks to Roman's decline. She puts down her phone, as she leans against the edge of the sideboard.
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Roman, still stunned by the sight of Nurse Crystal Clarke's body in the backseat of the abandoned SUV he's spotted in the bush, panics as he looks around in the dark, trying to figure out what to do.
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He races over to his car. Opening the door, he climbs inside to try to radio into dispatch for help, but his hands tremble, as he realizes he can't remember how to operate the radio. He drops the receiver, and puts his idling vehicle into gear, taking off back down the road in hopes of getting back to Salem to call for help.
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Nick returns to his room, now that Gabi's gone. He shuts the door behind him, looking around the room to see what's out of place. Realizing nothing's out of place, meaning if he hadn't caught her, he would've never noticed Gabi was in his room.
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He pulls open his desk drawer, and makes sure the manila envelope he'd hidden inside was missing, before slamming it shut in frustration.
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He holds his head, trying to avoid another migraine, when his cell phone rings.
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He rolls his eyes as he answers the phone, pinching his nose to try to stop the throbbing in his head from worsening.
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Sheryl paces her living room at her new apartment, phone in her ear, her game face on, as she sarcastically replies to Nick.
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Nick leans against the desk in his room, shutting his eyes and grimacing through the dull pain.
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<strong>SHERYL</strong>: (via phone) I want to give you some advice, Nick...
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Nick's eyes open as Sheryl lies to Nick about her responsibility for the "accident" at the TV station.
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<strong>NICK</strong>: (into phone) Or what?
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Sheryl gives an evil smile as she purrs her threat through the phone to Nick.
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Nick slowly begins to crack up, laughing through the phone at a surprised Sheryl.
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<strong>SHERYL</strong>: (via phone) I am deadly serious, Nick.
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Nick laughs over the phone yet again, shaking his head as he begins to walk toward his bedroom window.
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: (into phone) Sheryl, you don't get it, do you? I know full well it wasn't you who dropped that light on me. There's no way, because up until two hours ago, you thought someone else botched the virus operation.
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At Sheryl's end, Sheryl's smile drops from her face, as she realizes Nick's got her dead to rights.
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: (via phone) So, because I'm such a nice, forgiving guy, I'm gonna make you a little deal. Alright?
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Sheryl sighs before answering Nick, putting a hand on her hip in frustration.
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Nick looks out his bedroom window, his steely eyes looking straight ahead into the night as he delivers his own threat to Sheryl.
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<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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<strong>JORDAN</strong>: Ah, no. No, he...he just stepped out for a second. Umm...is there...anything I can...maybe help you with? Or...maybe pass on a message?
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<strong>EJ</strong>: What makes you so sure about this particular timeline for Nick's downfall?
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Kate saunters over toward the armchair as she explains herself to EJ and Sami. EJ and Sami turn, their eyes following Kate as she takes over their living room.
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<strong>EJ</strong>: That's all well and good, but...how can you prove he was working with them?<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: Well, that's the best part. This stays between us, of course, but Billie's been investigating them this entire time. That's why she was brought back to Salem in the first place. So the goal now is to lure Jordan and Sheryl to the Penthouse Grille gala tomorrow night, and let the fireworks begin.
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Sami folds her arms, as she stands facing Kate in the DiMera living room.
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Well, this needs to work, or we're all going to jail. Though, frankly, I don't see why we don't just kill that little twerp anyway, if we're heading to jail anyway.
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<strong>KATE</strong>: How sweet! Impractical, but sweet.
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Sami glares at Kate, annoyed by how comfortable Kate is in her home. Sami grabs her paperwork, and tablet, and heads out of the room for bed, kissing EJ on her way.
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Look. I gotta get to bed. But keep me posted, okay? And if anything goes even slightly left, you call me right away.<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: Got it.
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Sami turns to EJ to wish him good night.
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Sami smiles, then walks out of the living room, walking up the stairs and out of sight. EJ checks carefully to make she she has gone up, before motioning to Kate to get up from her seat and come over closer to talk to him.
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<strong>KATE</strong>: Ahh...maybe, I...
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EJ leans in closer, and speaks softly, but emphatically to Kate.
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Kate mulls it over a moment, before answering EJ.
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<strong>EJ</strong>: Because I have been through that safe about a hundred times and those pictures of the drowning attempt, among other...unpleasant reminders, are not in there, but I know for a FACT father has copies of them.<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>:Why would Stefano have those?<br />
<strong>EJ</strong>: To keep me in line. Why else? To remind me that my loyalty is to him, and not to Samantha.
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Kate nods, understanding Stefano's motivation clearly.
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<strong>EJ</strong>: Right, but then that begs another question.
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Kate puts her drink down, realizing EJ's question before it even comes out of his mouth.
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<strong>EJ</strong>: Exactly. And how deep.
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Kate sighs, as EJ clears his throat a moment.
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<strong>KATE</strong>: What other pictures are in there. I mean, you can't just be this jumpy about Nick and the drowning--<br />
<strong>EJ</strong>: Nothing for you to worry about.
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Kate turns to leave, but EJ calls out to stop her.
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Kate turns around, as EJ shares his last thought with her.
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Kate turns to leave, leaving EJ alone in the living room, looking pensively at the key.
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Jordan looks at Rafe, pretending to be confused.
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Jordan laughs, hoping her deflection works, and raises the mixing spoon from the saucepan for Rafe to taste.
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Rafe leans in and tastes the piping hot sauce. He's immediately enticed by Jordan's home cooking.
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Rafe leans in to grab Jordan, but in the excitement, Jordan swings the spoon at Rafe and sprays sauce all over his shirt. Rafe backs up, stunned, while Jordan looks Rafe over, trying to hold in a giggle.
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Jordan smiles sensuously, before running the spoon down his shirt, slowly reaching the top of his jeans.
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Jordan steps in closer, wrapping her arm around the back of Rafe's neck, and pulls him into a kiss. Rafe grabs Jordan, but stops himself a moment, remembering the sauce.
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Jordan turns around and turns the flame off the stovetop, before turning back to face Rafe.
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Rafe smiles, as he picks Jordan up in his arms, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, as he whisks her way to the bedroom.
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In the dark of the night, he racks his brain, stumped as to why he's there.
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In frustration, Roman smashes his hand against the rim of the steering wheel.
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He sighs, mulling over what to do now.
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<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Exactly. And that's not the only one.<br />
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<strong>NICOLE</strong>: Exactly. And I have a feeling I know who they meant to hit.
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<strong>ERIC</strong>: I saw what happened on TV. Are you okay?<br />
<strong>NICOLE</strong>: I'm fine. Just...shaken up a little. You have no idea how happy I am to see your face.
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<strong>NICK</strong>: Gabi made her choice on her own. In case you didn't notice, she's a grown adult, and I don't think she needs you to be making her decisions for her.<br />
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<strong>NICK</strong>: Hey, is that any way to talk to your boss, man?
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Will mutters under his breath, turning his attentions back to the road ahead.
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Will pulls into the driveway at the Kiriakis house, and puts the car into park, before turning to Nick with a big, fake smile.
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Nick opens the door to leave, but turns back at the last moment to get one more jab in.
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Will rolls his eyes as Nick laughs, shutting the door behind him. Anjelica opens the door, and motions to Alex, who stays behind a moment.
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Alex puts a hand on Will's shoulder, as Will leans back in the driver's seat, drained and frustrated.
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<strong>ALEX</strong>: K. Goodnight.<br />
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Inside, she immediately spots a large manila envelope. Intrigued, she opens the envelope to find she's hit paydirt. The photos of her, Kate, and Sami attempting to drown Nick are inside. She breathes a sigh of relief as she flips through the photos.
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Nick approaches the door, and goes to open it, but notices it's ajar. He hesitates, checking carefully to see who's inside. Seeing it's Gabi, his face drops. He hangs back silently, watching her betray him like a hawk.
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She presses the pictures up to her chest, thrilled by her discovery, but then flips to the next picture, her own face drops, as she sees an image that stuns her.
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The image of Abby and EJ mid-liplock is before her eyes. Gabi's jaw drops, as Nick looks on from outside.
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<em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em>
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Sheryl turns to face Jerome, pointing a finger up to Jerome's face as she curses Nick's name.
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<strong>JEROME</strong>: You sure whoever dropped that stage light didn't do it for you already? Besides, it's not like he actually exposed you guys or anything...
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Abby hangs up and turns to walk briskly into the action on the soundstage. She walks toward Nicole, who's on the stage finishing wrapping the episode before they race to a commercial break, to tell her what the control room said.
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Nick sits back in his chair onstage, holding his head to try to soothe the intense pain and ringing in his ears after one of the lighting rigs fell from above the stage, narrowly avoiding crushing Nick. Alex and Will rush to the stage to check on Anjelica, who's okay, but shaken up in the chaos.
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Gabi hangs up, getting increasingly frantic as she can't find her key. After a frustrating moment, she does find it, and opens the door to the house.
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<strong>RAFE</strong>: Well, thank God you're not an ER nurse then, hm?
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<strong>JORDAN</strong>: Ugh, yeah. Sorry, just...it looked intense and I just...I guess I'm just a big bleeding heart.
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<strong>ADRIENNE</strong>: You need to make time. Because I am worried about you right now, okay?
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<strong>GABI</strong>: Adrienne, Ari is my number one priority.<br />
<strong>ADRIENNE</strong>: Well, then prove it. Leave Nick, and move back in with Will and Sonny.<br />
<strong>GABI</strong>: I can't do that.
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As he rummages, he finds an oddly-shaped key with a number on it. He studies it for a minute, never having seen said key before. He furrows his brow, before putting the key in his pocket. As he does, Sami enters the room, tablet in hand, prompting EJ to quickly shut the safe.
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<strong>EJ</strong>: Samantha! You ah...you surprised me.
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<strong>EJ</strong>: No, I know, I just...ahmmm...you know. Needed something. So how are you feeling?
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<strong>SAMI</strong>: Thank you, by the way. Thanks for listening. I know I haven't been...the easiest to get along with lately.
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<strong>KATE</strong>: And for that I'm much better off, I assure you. (sigh) We need to talk. Something's come up. Something big.
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Kate's eyes light up as she tells Sami and EJ her news.
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<strong>KATE</strong>: Abe asked us all to meet there, because they're fairly certain that they not only have Sheryl and Jordan dead-to-rights, they also may have Nick.<br />
<strong>SAMI</strong>: Well, that's fantastic news! When will we know?<br />
<strong>KATE</strong>: Well, they'll likely have everything figured out by tomorrow night. So, I say...we toast.
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<strong>NICK</strong>: I ah...I'm sorry your first show didn't work out...quite how you...or I wanted.<br />
<strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, well...these things happen. Excuse me.
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, Nick. Used to be.
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Abby backs down, but continues to speak to Nick, looking down so as to be less confrontational.
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: A lot's changed since then. Especially with you. Look, I'll be fine, thanks for checking on me.
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Hey, Abs. Ahh, Alex and I are gonna take Anjelica back to the Kiriakis house, did you need a ride to your mom's?<br />
<strong>ABBY</strong>: No. No, I'll be fine. I got...I got a lot to do with Nicole to wrap the production up anyway, so...I'll be awhile. Thanks though.
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Abby gives them a faint smile, before walking away to get back to work. Alex and Will look at Abby as she walks away, their faces filled with worry. After a tense moment, Nick smirks at Will, who glares back at him.
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Behind them, on the soundstage, Nicole kneels down by the broken lighting rig. She looks at the cables meant to keep the lighting rig in place. She notices a number of them have clear cuts across them. She sighs, realizing what this means.
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<span data-cke-copybin-end="1"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span>Alex Whttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01942571322041596495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4975388139908132201.post-23716138029362034382019-12-07T20:40:00.000-05:002019-12-07T20:41:03.617-05:00DAYS #178: The Walker Report (Part 4) - The crash heard all over Salem (10/23/14)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 178</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br /><em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: You know, I like Nicole's style.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Yeah...she's...she's getting a lot out of Nick, but...I just get this weird feeling. Like...<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Like...she knows something?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Yeah. I dunno, my antennae are going up, you know?<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: I mean...Nick's a loose cannon on his good days...maybe he fed Nicole info.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Doubt it. I...I never got the feeling I could totally trust Nick, but...he never gave me reason to doubt him...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As they talk, Nicole asks Nick a question on the TV special, which perks up both Jerome and Sheryl's ears.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: (via TV) Nick, I'm sure everyone at home finds your story of climbing that corporate ladder very inspiring. I was hoping you could share with us, what transpired that led you to the top?<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: (via TV) Well...it's actually sort of a funny story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the elevator, he jams his thumb repeatedly against the button, hoping for a speedy escape. Tyler mutters to himself, as he winces in pain from the cut he received when slashing the wires on the lighting rig.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>TYLER</strong>: Come on, come on...ah...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A drop of blood falls to the floor by the elevator door, before Tyler looks up quickly, interrupted by the ding of the bell. The door opens, and Tyler is thankfully alone in the elevator car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: (via TV) ...As such, I have a very extensive background in IT and indeed in online security, so I had been tracking their movements. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: That son of a....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: What the...?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will snaps his head to look at an equally-confused Abby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Do you know what's in there?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby shrugs, shaking her head quickly, as Will becomes increaisngly tense, muttering under his breath as he watches everything unfold in front of the cameras.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh God oh God oh God oh God...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Dammit, Nick...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the Brady Pub, Andrew and Eric watch Nicole's TV special inside the Brady Pub, as Kim is behind the bar, pulling a pint each for Eric and Andrew. Andrew looks back toward the bar, calling out to his mother, who's busy readying their tray of food and beverages.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Hey Ma, you need some help back there?<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Nah, I'm good, hun! Thanks!<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: No problem!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew looks back at the TV screen, as he and Eric finish the beers they have been drinking. Andrew looks impressed as he watches Nicole's interview.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: I gotta say, I'm really impressed with her.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Who, Nicole?<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Yeah, man. Her interview style is a real breath of fresh air. She's firm, puts the pressure on, but she's personable, witty, easy to be drawn in by. She has...a lot of potential.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Eric looks at Andrew, amused.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Nicole will love to hear you say that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew looks Eric's way, and smiles warmly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: You're a lucky guy, Eric.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Believe me, I know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim arrives at this moment, beers, and appetizers on a tray as she sets it all down on the table between Andrew and Eric. Excitedly, she sits down, positively beaming to have her son back in Salem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Alright guys, here it is. Hope you're still hungry, I got us a little appetizer platter so we each had a little bit of something. And Eric, I hope you like this one, it's a new IPA I just introduced last week, and I know you really like a craft beer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Ooo, Aunt Kim, I'm impressed!<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: (laughs) I aim to please.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Eric shifts his body inward, looking inquisitively at his cousin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: So...Andrew, you happy to be back?<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Yeah! I mean...I'm glad to be with my mom again. It's been way too long.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: It has! I was starting to get a little upset with you, you know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Eric and Andrew smile, as Kim elbows him playfully in the side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Sorry, Ma. I promise I won't do it again.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: (laughs) It's okay, sweetie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim grabs Andrew's arm and rests her head on his shoulder, as she looks at him with a touch of sadness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I just wish your sister was out of her coma. I know she'd be excited to see you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew sighs, as he looks up at the ceiling, the heaviness of the subject hitting him in that moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: (sigh) Yeah. I gotta say, I'm glad to be here for my mom, but...I do wish I was here under...slightly better circumstances.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Trust me. I can relate. But...on the bright side for you...it sounds like Theresa's starting to get better.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Well, yeah. I mean...there has been some progress with her condition, but...I mean...I'll be honest, Eric? Her recovery has been going way slower than any of us expected. Daniel expected her to be out of her coma by now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: I wonder why she isn't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The floor is quiet this evening, with only a few nurses milling about the floor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Making her way toward one of the rooms, we see the guard stationed outside Theresa's hospital room. He checks her ID before nodding and stepping aside to allow the nurse into Theresa's room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Taking Theresa's IV line in her other hand, the woman injects the contents of the syringe into Theresa's IV. She remains by Theresa's bedside momentarily, before turning back out of the room, shutting the door behind her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Anything good on tonight?<br /><strong>RAFE</strong>: Pfft. Nah. It's not a good night.<br /><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Oh? Why's that?<br /><strong>RAFE</strong>: It's cop shows on everywhere. You know I hate how much they get it wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jordan giggles, as she grinds up some fresh pepper into the sauce.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: I do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As Jordan sets the grinder aside, Rafe stumbles upon Nicole's TV special. Interested, he stops flipping channels to watch the program. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>RAFE</strong>: Oh! Nicole's got a TV special tonight.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Oh? What on?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jordan, grabbing a glass bowl from the counter beside her, looks up as she hears Nick's voice coming from the TV.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: (via TV) With your permission, I would like to share with your audience, the identities of the hackers tonight, in hopes that the Salem PD, and FBI could locate, and catch these guys before they strike again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jordan's face turns ghost white, as the bowl drops from her hand, smashing on the floor by her feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Folks, be on the lookout, for two women, named Sh--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick is startled by a popping sound above his head. Everyone in the studio looks up, as the lighting rig gives way, the last wire snapping as the blazing hot lights fall from the rig above.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica, Percy, and Nicole lurch backward, covering their faces as a stunned Nick barely has time to react before the rig crashes to the ground mere inches in front of him. The sound of the crash shocks everyone, and the heat from the stage light causes a bright flash and sparks to erupt from the wreckage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick tenses up as he holds his head, praying for the pain to stop.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 177</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: I'm sorry, Hope. I...I didn't mean to snap, I just...<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: No, no. I get it. I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm sorry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden relaxes immediately, though Hope is still a bit on edge, she continues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Talking about Bo isn't any easier for me. I think it's still fresh for me, so it probably stings more. Having no idea where he is, what he's doing. It's...it's on my mind pretty much all the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden looks down, and reaches across the table to take Hope's hand in his, squeezing it tightly, and smiling, as they both look up at each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Why don't I take your mind off it, just for one night. Give you something to smile about again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope smiles warmly, and nods slowly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi looks around, unsure how to proceed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi sighs in relief, as she makes her way toward her old bedroom door, turning her cell phone light on to guide her way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Gabi!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi jumps back, the light from her phone blinding Sonny temporarily, before Sonny darts over to turn the lights on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Gabi, what the Hell are you doing??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Good evening, Salem! And welcome to tonight's special from WXIR. The Walker Report, starring me, Nicole Walker.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As the focus shifts to another camera, Nicole turns to look directly into that camera, as Nicole continues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Tonight we delve into the most talked-about, most controversial project to hit the city of Salem in a generation: The EnerNext energy project. What is it? Who are the winners, the losers, and how will you be affected by the proposal? Tonight, I'll be joined by three people, each will be affected differently by the plan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: My first guest tonight is running for state governor, and is no stranger to political world, as part of the storied Deveraux political dynasty. Please welcome Anjelica Deveraux.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica nods to the camera, smiling politely at the camera, then to Nicole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Thank you for having me.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: My pleasure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: You've stated that you're dedicated to seeing this project through, if you're elected. But there's a lot of talk about its environmental impact, how would you respond to that kind of critique?<br /><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Very simply, I think it's important to note that we are committed to the project, as it stands today, with a new vision and focus on using alternative fuels, while still providing the economic benefits that the previous administration at Titan were hoping to acheive.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Right, but...no formal deviation from the original plan has so far been announced, to my knowledge. Unless you've made some kind of deal behind closed doors?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Ohhh here we go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Alex shushes Will, but is simultaneously trying to hold in a laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Shhhh....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Back on the stage, Anjelica finds her footing, and responds to the question deftly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Actually, this is the first anyone's hearing of it. I am proposing this in this moment, challening the executive team from Titan and EnerNext to lead the charge and build an energy project that will benefit both the economy, and the ecology. As opposed to utilizing fossil fuels, as originally planned, my administration would greenlight the continuation of the EnerNext Salem project only if Titan, as a company policy, commits to a new model that protects air quality in Salem and the surrounding region.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From behind the camera, Will looks on with furrowed brow, as does Alex.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: So...tell me...is she telling the truth this time?<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: I honestly can't tell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Back onstage, Nicole continues to grill Anjelica.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: This all sounds well and good, but you have strong familial ties to the Kiriakis family, and to Titan industries. Your son is head of Public Relations for Titan, and his father is legal counsel for the corporation. Is that not some kind of conflict of interest?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As Anjelica answers Nicole's question, Tyler makes headway above her head, cutting the wires that hold up the lighting rig for the soundstage. His hands are slipping, as the heat from the rig is making his incredibly sweaty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: Gabi, I don't want you to go through with this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Sonny, I have to do something. I can't just let Nick threaten us and blackmail us for the rest of our lives. I have to take back some control, not just for me, but for all of you, too.<br /><strong>SONNY</strong>: Why this? I mean...moving in with Nick is just...feeding you to the wolves.<br /><strong>GABI</strong>: And I am the only one who can get close enough to Nick to stop him from throwing us ALL to the wolves. Don't you get it, Sonny? How else am I gonna get the pictures of Sami, Kate, and I trying to drown him unless I have access to Nick and his stuff? How am I gonna keep him drugged up so that we can convince a judge that he's a danger to society so we can lock him back up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: See, THAT'S exactly what I'm worried about, Gabi. I'm worried he will be a danger. To you, Will, Sami, Kate. And to Ari. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: What if Nick is high on those pills and he catches you doing something you shouldn't, and you end up dead?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi remains silent, unable to look up at Sonny, who carries on with his empassioned plea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SONNY</strong>: And how far are you gonna take this, Gabi? He already wants to marry you again. You're going to have to sleep with this man, who tried to rape you, if you keep up with this. Are you seriously prepared to deal with that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: If it means we're rid of that man forever, I'd do anything.<br /><strong>SONNY</strong>: Anything, Gabi? Think hard about that for a minute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi stares Sonny down, staring unwaveringly at him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: I have. And yes. Anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>T</strong>: I hope you both had an excellent evening.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Thanks, T. Everything was lovely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden looks Hope's way, and winks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Especially the company.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope blushes and rolls her eyes, as T chuckles to himself, before walking away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As T walks away, Aiden having paid the bill, Hope and Aiden share a tender moment. The two can't take their eyes off each other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: I really have had an amazing evening.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Even though I snapped at you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope laughs, as Aiden reaches into his jacket pocket to pull his wallet out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Even though you snapped at me. I kinda walked into that one.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Well, well. Hope Brady, admitting she was wrong. There's a first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope rolls her eyes, as Aiden drops some bills on the table to cover the dinner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Don't get used to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden leans back, holding his hands up in surrender.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Wouldn't dream of it. But...seriously. I did overreact. I just...yeah, you hit a nerve, and...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope interrupts, reaching across the table to reassure Aiden.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Aiden, you don't have to expla--<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: No, no. You were...it was wrong of me to fly off the handle like that. It's just...it's been hard on me and Chase with Liv gone...especially hard on Chase. He misses her constantly, and I see that even now. Things weren't good between us at the end and...I just...I guess I just feel guilty about not being there for her at the end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Believe me. I understand. It's been....so hard with Bo gone for so long.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Have you heard from Bo at all lately?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope shakes her head. Letting go on Aiden's hand, she looks away at nothing in particular as she responds to Aiden.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Nope. Just that the mission's taking longer than expected. He had to...have John Black relay the information to me because he can't communicate directly with me. Or his daughter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope sighs, laughing to keep from crying before continuing on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: I just...I think it's time I asked myself some hard questions.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Like what?<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Whether or not it's time to move on with my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope turns to look squarely at Aiden, who looks back, unsure how to respond.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Well, that's an interesting turn of events.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: You could say that. You believe this Deveraux woman?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl chuckles at Jerome's question.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: The day I believe a politician during an election campaign is the same day Hell freezes over.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: But I just...I don't see how Nick is gonna support that. That dude's ego is massive, and he doesn't seem like the type to go along with something that isn't his idea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl looks a touch confused by Jerome's statement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: You talk like you've got personal experience to back that up.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Never said I wanted to talk about it, though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome picks up a beer from the coffee table in front of him, and takes a quick sip, punctuating his desire to end the discussion. Sheryl saunters over to the sofa, sitting down next to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Fair enough. but as long as he's doing right by the cause, I'm willing to overlook it. From the sounds of it, him taking over Titan could actually be very beneficial to us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Back at WXIR's studio, The Walker Report continues, as Nicole puts on her professional newsreader voice and posture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Welcome back! With me now is the scientist-turned-CEO of Titan Industries, who has made a splash in the business world with his unexpected promotion to head of the conglomerate. Please welcome Nick Fallon, and a special guest of his, Percy Ruggles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick looks over at Nicole from his seat, sitting next to Percy, with Anjelica moved to the far left during the break so that Nick and Percy sitting closest to Nicole. Nick smiles in his inimitably smarmy way, while Percy loudly greets the home audience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Greetings!<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Thanks for having us.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Pleasure's all mine. Now...for our viewers at home who may not be familiar with your friend here, tell us more about how Mr. Ruggles is tied to this whole affair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick looks over at Percy and smiles broadly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Percy here is my assistant, partner in crime...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick turns quickly to look at an unimpressed Nicole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: So to speak, of course. And he's also been the victim of the old guard at Titan and their insatiable appetite for fossil fuels.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Well that's an interesting thing to me. Percy's home was in the papers a lot not long ago.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: That is correct, Ms. Walker. The EnerNext Corporation was attempting to force me from my land to construct a oil fracking operation on my land the surrounding properties. As an avid bird watcher, and lover of nature, this was unacceptable to me, and as such, and through great serendipity, Mr. Fallon and I forged a partnership.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole blinks, a spitefully blank expression on her face. After a moment's awkward pause, she continues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Fascinating, Mr. Ruggles. I see this partnership has been incredibly fruitful for the both of you, then.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: Oh, it most certainly ha--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick and Anjelica both look disapprovingly at Percy, who suddenly feel their glares upon him and retreats within himself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: ...Has.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole immediately turns her attentions back to Nick, beginning her probing interview in earnest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Nick, your ascent to the top at Titan has been shockingly quick. Do you feel truly prepared for the learning curve you'll have to face in your new job?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: I think so. I think, in order to move up so quickly in the business world requires a certain acumen and quick thinking that'll mean I'm the best candidate for the job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will, still stood behind the camera next to Alex, rolls his eyes at Nick's comment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Humble...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Hey, guys.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Hey Abby, how's being Nicole's assitant?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby shrugs, as she turns with clipboard in hand, ensuring all's going well on-stage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Well...she's just started treating me like a human, so...that's progress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby looks down at her clipboard, only half paying attention to her cousin's question, as Will and Alex chuckle at her quip, before turning their attentions back to the show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Above the stage, the cables holding the small lighting rig begin to strain way above Nick's head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: So then if you are the best candidate for the job, what are your plans? Specifically, are you taking Ms. Deveraux up on her offer of support provided the EnerNext project moves towards a more environmentally friendly outcome.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Well, having only just heard her proposal, I'd have to go over it more closely, but suffice to say, we would be pleased if this proposal were to go through. As it just so happens, a number of years ago, I sold an alternative fuel proposal to Titan, and it has been sort off...buried ever since. I think...with the support of Ms. Deveraux's prospective government, we would be able to take full advantage of this technology, providing the Salem region with inexpensive, clean energy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Above Nick's head, the weight of the lights begin to snap more and more threads of the safety cable. But below, no one notices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: You and Ms. Deveraux seem incredibly in-sync on this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica, still sitting next to Nick on the stage, chimes in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Serendipity, shall we say.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Indeed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole responds sarcastically, but maintains her professionalism, she asks her next question, hoping to trip Nick up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Nick, I'm sure everyone at home finds your story of climbing that corporate ladder very inspiring. I was hoping you could share with us, what transpired that led you to the top?<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Well...it's actually sort of a funny story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From Sheryl's apartment, Jerome and Sheryl listen closely to what Nick's saying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: (via TV) See, I was made aware of an eco-terrorist group that had infiltrated the company thanks to some rather...poor hiring decisions....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl's face drops as Nick carries on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the studio, Nick relays his story to Nicole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: ...As such, I have a very extensive background in IT and indeed in online security, so I had been tracking their movements. Ultimately, I ended up stopping them from implanting a virus that would have devastated the Titan mainframe and completely destroyed the company's records.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Fascinating. The executive board must have been grateful.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: You could say that. I...presented a case to them that they could not refuse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick smirks and chuckles quietly on the screen, as Sheryl gets angrier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: That son of a....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Not as of yet. That's...actually...partly why I'm here tonight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: With your permission, I would like to share with your audience, the identities of the hackers right now, in hopes that the Salem PD, and FBI could locate, and catch these guys before they strike again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Behind the cameras, Alex and Will look at each other, intrigued. Abigail looks on, puzzled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In Sheryl's apartment, Sheryl seethes, trying to suppress her rage, and her fear of being exposed by Nick, who she thought was on her side.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 176</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Aiden.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: You look...amazing.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden stares a moment before snapping back to reality and jumping over to the opposite side of the table to pull out a seat for Hope, who is clearly waiting for him to do so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Sorry.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: You were distracted, it's alright.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope's self-confidence amuses Aiden, who gently pushes Hope's chair in as she sits down, before heading back to his own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Glad you understand. Guess I'm just surprised, you're not dressed like you normally do.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Well, being a cop's pretty demanding but...I'm not always on duty. And I have to admit, this was a nice excuse to dress a little more...glamourous.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: You know...you brush up real well. So well, in fact, I'm gonna guess you do this pretty often, actually.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope chuckles for a moment before responding to Aiden, leaning in and placing her head against her hands as she rests her elbows on the table. She gives a cute smile Aiden's way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Would you believe I used to?<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Let me guess, before the cop days?<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Let's just say, I have a complicated backstory.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: I'd love to get to hear about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope looks at Aiden, a touch surprised by his awkwardness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: I could tell you sometime...if you tell me why you're so nervous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden draws himself up, his posture becoming poker straight, as he realizes Hope has caught him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Wh....what do you mean?<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: I mean you obviously aren't at all comfortable right now. You're giddy like a schoolboy, and that is the last thing I would associate with Aiden Jennings.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden looks away, sighing before explaining himself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>AIDEN</strong>: This...this is my first date with anyone since Chase's mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: I'm sorry, I had--<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: A bottle of prosecco for us, please.<br /><strong>T</strong>: Absolutely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">T walks away, as Hope looks awkwardly, having no idea how to respond to Aiden now, realizing the root of his nervousness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img alt="tLs5Hlt.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/tLs5Hlt.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/tLs5Hlt.png" width="130" /> <img alt="qr7CN32.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/qr7CN32.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/qr7CN32.png" width="130" /><br />Kim sits with Andrew in her apartment. As they sit quietly on her sofa, Kim sighs wearily. Andrew looks on with deep concern for his mother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: You want me to be totally honest?<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Preferably, yeah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim chuckles, gently slapping Andrew's knee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I don't think I've ever needed my family around me as much as I do right now. You know, between Ma being so ill, Roman being so ill, Kay and Shane and Bo, they're all off...trapesing around the other side of the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim stops herself, trying to contain her emotion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: (sigh) Your sister.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew wraps hia arm around Kim's shoulder, pulling her close to him as she begins to tear up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: You got me, you know?<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: I know...and believe me, I am so grateful to you. You came just at the right time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim wipes her tears from her eyes gently, trying to avoid ruining her mascara, as Andrew and she separate from their embrace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I honestly don't know how much more loss I can take, Andrew. I (laughs) I even have Marlena trying to tell me that the man who is slowly losing all his memories...isn't even my brother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew looks at Kim, incredulous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: What??<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Yeah. She says it's another one of Stefano's tricks. She's even got Dr. Grant at this hospital on board with her, and trying to get Eric and Sami to get DNA tests to prove it.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Well, mom, maybe there's a good reason for that--<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Andrew Donovan, don't you dare tell me you're on her side about this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew's eyes bug out, as he shrugs, trying to diffuse his mother's evident anger, as Kim gets up, nervously pacing the room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Well? That could actually help them figure out what is actually causing Uncle Roman's memory loss. What if they aren't his memories? What if Stefano implanted them in someone else and it wasn't...permanent? I think it's worth looking into.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim turns around suddenly, speaking empthatically to her son, who's now standing up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: That's the problem, though, Andrew. There's no time for 'what if', Andrew. Roman needs treatment, and he needs it now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim sighs, as she turns and leans against her vanity in the corner of the room. After a moment of silence, and Kim trying to hold back her tears, Andrew walks over to her, and puts a hand on her shoulder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom, why don't we...why don't we grab a bite to eat, and...get some fresh air.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim sighs, before turning, and smiling at her son.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Yeah. Maybe I should.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Brady Pub sound good?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim wipes away her tears, nodding, before pulling her son for a hug.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Ohhh Andrew! I'm so happy to have you home.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Me too, Mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim holds her son close to her, grateful to have a family member around her again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tyler looks down intensely, studying the movements of those below as he plots his attack on Nick, who remains confident, and oblivious of his danger. Tyler hears Victor's words in his head as he studies Nick's position and movements on the set.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong><em>VOICEOVER FROM EPISODE 167</em></strong><br /><strong>VICTOR</strong>: (voiceover) <em>Get rid of Nick Fallon. By any means neccessary.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tyler sighs, knowing the severity of what he's about to do. He looks up at the ropes, holding the lights up. He slowly follows where the cables lead, and pulls out a switchblade from his pocket.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: So I'll start with Anjelica, just going over her campaign as it relates to EnerNext and the shift in the project's goals, very basic stuff. And then in the second segment, I'll be turning my attentions to you, Nick.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Sounds good. I do...have some stats, and a couple other quick items I'll be wanting to share, just...to be fully transparent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick pulls a sligthly folded manila envelope from his jacket pocket to show Nicole, who nods in approval.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Appreciated.<br /><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You? Transparent? That's a rarity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick's eyes dart over to Anjelica, as Anjelica chuckles from her seat, as Nicole takes her seat. Anjelica mutters to Nick just loud enough that he can hear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You better make me look good out there, Nick. You have a lot riding on this interview, I hear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope looks up, smiling in agreement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Thanks, T.<br /><strong>T</strong>: My pleasure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">T walks away, as Hope looks at Aiden sternly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Couldn't spring for the champagne, hm?<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Ever heard anything about gift horses?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hope raises her glass, chuckling to herself before taking a sip of her champagne.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: Seriously, though, Aiden. I'm sorry for dredging up old memories for you.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Don't worry about it.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Well...I just...you know, I'm going through a lot of the same emotions right now. Bo's been gone a long time and...I don't know if he's ever coming back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden looks frustrated, making limited eye contact with Hope.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>HOPE</strong>: I figured...he may be the father of my children but...honestly, it's time I moved on with my life. Let that all go.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: I wish it were that easy.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: It can be.<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: Maybe for you.<br /><strong>HOPE</strong>: Aiden, sometimes talking about it can--<br /><strong>AIDEN</strong>: I don't want to talk about it, okay? Just drop it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Aiden snaps at Hope, taking her aback, and causing a small scene, with people at surrounding tables turning their heads. Aiden looks down, immediately embarrassed by his outburst. He grabs his glass and takes another gulp. Hope looks on, embarrassed and annoyed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Nice new digs.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Yeah, well, thank Crystal Clarke for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome looks at Sheryl, worried about what transpired during the day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Do I wanna know?<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: The less you do know, the better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl flops down on the sofa in front of the TV, which she grabs the remote to turn on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Just know that Crystal Clarke will no longer be a problem for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome looks down at an all-too-comfortable Sheryl, and sighs before sitting down next to her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I was afraid you were gonna say that.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Well, you know...you didn't have any solutions so I had to come up with my own.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Fair enough. Did you talk to Jordan?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl rolls her eyes, as she channel surfs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: I might as well have been talking to a brick wall.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: She's not leaving.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Not yet. She's still convinced her Man in Blue is gonna save her from big bad me. She even tried to convince me she'd told him the truth about her past.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome's eyes widen at Sheryl's news.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: And did she?<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Do you see any cops at our door?<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Not yet, but...<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: ...But nothing. Jerome, she was bluffing. She told him about her childhood and about her and her brother running away. She knew I caught her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Okay. That's a relief. So what now?<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Well...now we take care of Billie Reed before she can nab us for the virus, and then we get Jordan out of town. By any means neccessary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome looks over at Sheryl with a worried expression, as Sheryl's attention is piqued by what's on her TV screen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>VOICEOVER</strong>: (from TV) Coming up next, it's The Walker Report: The EnerNext Project, here on WXIR.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Well, well. Speaking of which.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: How was it?<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: It's been years since I've had any of the pub food, and I'm telling you, it's just as good as I remember it.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Good. I'm glad Ma's talents passed down to me. I confess I was...pretty nervous when Ma asked me to take over the Pub, but...I've been keeping the cooks on their toes.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Well, it's been working.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: I'm glad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim cracks a smile, as she reaches across the table and takes Andrew's hand in hers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: It's good to see you smile, Mom.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Well, it's good to have something to smile about. I really do hope you'll be here awhile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img alt="RmmvEqJ.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/RmmvEqJ.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/RmmvEqJ.png" width="130" /><br />Andrew smiles awkwardly, unsure of how to respond, when the door to the pub opens, and Eric walks in. Andrew perks up, as he sees his cousin walk in. Eric stops himself just inside the doorway as he shuts it. Both men smile, as Andrew stands up and walks over to Eric.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Andrew!<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Eric! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew and Eric hug, excited to see each other after so long. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: What are you doing in Salem?<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Well...I came to see my mom. Been awhile since I had, and...well, there's some work I'm doing for the election.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Oh yeah...the governor's race.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Yeah. Anjelica's made a splash with her campaign.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: You can say that again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew realizes they're standing to one side, and motions to the table with Kim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Ah, Eric, Mom and I were just finishing dinner, but...if you wanted to join us for a bit.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Ah, sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As Eric and Andrew sit down, Eric checks his watch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: So what's new with you, Cuz?<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Well, I...I just got married.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Wow! Congrats, man!<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Yeah, it's...it's great. I ah...Nicole and I are pretty happy. Ah, Aunt Kim. I just realized what time it is, and...Nicole's special's about to start. I wanted to catch it, if I could.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kim leaps to her feet, heading for behind the bar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh, sure! I wanted to catch it myself. I can put it on the TV in the pub, if you want.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Sure, that'd be great.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Alright. Gimme a sec, here. WXIR is Channel 5?<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Yeah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Andrew looks over at Eric, giving a sly look.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Married to a reporter. I'm impressed.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Heh. Yeah, she's...she's a real talented lady.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A graphic appears on the screen, introducing The Walker Report: The EnerNext Project, as the serious instrumental theme music plays.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The lights go up in the studio, as the camera shoots Nicole sitting in her chair on the stage, smiling confidently.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Good evening, Salem. And welcome to tonight's special report on the controversial energy project, spearheaded by Titan Industries. Tonight, we will investigate the origins of the project, the spin of the corporation, and the twists and turns that have led us to where we are now: A confusing labyrinth of changing motivations, corporate manipulations, and greed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Alex and Will stand a distance from the action on the set, observing and listening closely to the goings-on in front of the camera, as Nicole continues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Tonight, we begin with a woman who is in strong support of the EnerNext project. So much so, that she is willing to bet her entire candidacy for governor on it. She is a controversial figure, but she currently is second in the state polls. I introduce to you, Ms. Anjelica Deveraux.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nicole turns to greet Anjelica, who sits beside her, ready for the interview. Anjelica flashes a million dollar smile to the camera.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>VICTOR</strong></em><em>: ...we have to take action, immediately.</em><br /><em><strong>TYLER</strong></em><em>: What kind of action?</em><br /><em><strong>VICTOR</strong></em><em>: Simple. We'll send Stefano a message, and clean up the filth that's rotting this town from the inside. </em></span><br />
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<em><span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Tyler sighs, knowing what Victor's implying. </span></em><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>TYLER</strong></em><em>: Victor, we can't be working underhandedly.</em><br /><em><strong>VICTOR</strong></em><em>: Too late. The gloves are already off. Get rid of Nick Fallon. By any means neccessary. </em></span><br />
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<em><span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Victor looks steely-eyed at a concerned Tyler, who is far less convinced of Victor's plan than Victor is.</span></em><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Tyler shakes his head, worried about how he will go about making Victor's plans happen without getting caught, before stepping inside the studio.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Inside the studio, there's action all over, as Tyler stands back, trying to be inconspicuous. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="7mpLHru.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/7mpLHru.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/7mpLHru.png" width="130" /> <img alt="s8zyCRx.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/s8zyCRx.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/s8zyCRx.png" width="130" /><br />As the stagehands truck over a crane camera, Abby walks over to Nicole, handing her some papers and a glass of water. Nicole seems stressed, and disinterested, barely looking at Abby, who barely looks up at Nicole, both seemingly in opposite worlds.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Notes. And your water.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Thank you.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole looks up, as Abby, studies some of her own papers, struggling to get her head around it all.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: You okay? You seem--<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: I'm fine. Just. Fine.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole looks unconvinced, as Abby rolls her eyes. Nicole responds to Abby sarcastically.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Convincing.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby looks back down at her notes.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Thanks, I try.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Abigail, listen, we got a lot going on, but if you need to talk to someone, I don't mind stepping into an office after the show.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby looks up, putting on a hardened, professional face.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Thanks, but...honestly, I am talked to death for one day, and besides, we have...</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby checks her watch before continuing.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: ...twelve minutes to air, and only one guest is here.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Okay, which guest?<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: Anjelica Deveraux. No one's heard back from Nick yet.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole looks around, frustrated, before calling out to the studio at large.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Has anyone heard anything from Nick Fallon?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Another assistant rushes in from outside the studio as Nicole finishes her question.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ASSISTANT</strong>: He's just in the parking lot, he'll be up in a second!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole turns to a still-fretting Abby, a relaxed smile on her face.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: See? Nothing to worry about.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby looks back, now the one unconvinced.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="NO1SJYT.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/NO1SJYT.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/NO1SJYT.png" width="130" /> <img alt="Te6Bwvm.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/Te6Bwvm.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/Te6Bwvm.png" width="130" /><br />In the parking lot at WXIR, Nick parks the car that he and Percy have rode in together. Both men look weary from the taxing day, but Nick notices Percy is more troubled than usual.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Percy.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: Yes, Nicholas?<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: You look worried. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Percy doesn't respond immediately. Nick chuckles and answers before Percy can.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: There's nothing to worry about. We're gonna go in there, we're gonna make the alternative fuels project look like God's gift to the planet, and we're gonna save your land from being expropriated. Trust me, brother. We got this.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick goes to open the driver's side door to exit, then Percy finally speaks up.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Nicholas, there's...there's something you should know.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Percy's ominous words stop Nick dead in his tracks. He looks back at Percy, who looks at him with concern.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Earlier I came to see you, and...I found Miss Hernandez in your room. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick smiles at Percy, trying to play off Percy's observation.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Well, Percy, she's living with me, I plan to marry her soon, I mean...I'm sure she'll be in my room a lot.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: She was looking for something, Nicholas. And she was deeply troubled by being caught.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick stares at Percy, the smiles disappearing from his face.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="7JaExJB.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/7JaExJB.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/7JaExJB.png" width="130" /> <img alt="khWXGnW.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/khWXGnW.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/khWXGnW.png" width="130" /><br />At the DiMera offices, EJ works away his desk, when Sami storms inside, barely looking at EJ as she begins to rant and rave while placing her bag down and busily arranging her things on a table by his desk.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">As Sami rants, EJ looks up at her, and slowly gets up from behind his desk, making his way over to her.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: I can't believe you can sit there looking so calm with everything going on right now. I mean, Nicole's TV special is on tonight, and now that Nick's taken over Titan, Will's worried Nick's gonna blow his career out of the water, I don't have a clue what that loose cannon might dig up on us, and frankly I wish Gabi would use that stupid gun you gave her to put him out of his misery because I swear to God...</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sami turns abruptly, walking into EJ. Sami looks up after bumping into him. EJ smiles warmly at Sami.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Samantha...</span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: EJ, not now, I have no much going on, and I really don't have time to--<br /><strong>EJ</strong>: Samantha. Talk to me. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sami looks up at EJ and rests her head on his shoulder, as she begins to tear up. EJ is taken aback, hesitant to put his hands on her.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh my God! It's YOU!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Reaching out to embrace him, Kim finds her son, Andrew, standing in the doorway. He laughs, as he reaches over to hug his mom, spinning her around as he steps inside her apartment.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Mom! I missed you!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Andrew sets Kim down just inside the doorway, and Kim beams with happiness. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh honey, I missed you too. Oh, this is such a wonderful surprise.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: I thought you needed something like this.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim smiles, but with a touch of sadness in her eye.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I did.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim looks behind Andrew for his bags.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Let's get your stuff inside and get you unpacked.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Andrew doesn't move, turning to watch his mom step out into the hallway of the apartment block. He calls out to stop her.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Ah, Mom! My bags aren't here.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim stops in her tracks, before turning around, confused.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Wh...well, don't tell me you booked a hotel room. You could stay here with me. Or at least take a room above the pub. One of the guest rooms just opened up!<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: No. No, you don't have to worry about that. I actually am here with work.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Work? Work sent you all the way to Salem? We're moving up in the world, aren't we?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Andrew chuckles as he answers his mom.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: You could say that. They've got me doing a special report on the governor's race, and since I have production experience, they figure they can save money by having me self-package it.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Right. I'm glad that's going well for you.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: It's keeping me busy, at least. What about you? How are you holding up?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim shrugs, responding unconvincingly.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I'm keeping busy, at least.<br /><strong>ANDREW</strong>: Hey, you don't get to turn that one around on me, Mom. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim and Andrew laugh for a second at Kim's deflection, but Andrew's expression immediately gets more serious.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANDREW</strong>: I'm serious. I know Theresa's accident was hard on you, Mom. And...I know it's been rough with Uncle Roman so sick, and being without Kayla or Dad around to help you, plus taking care of Grandma...how are you holding up?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim looks at Andrew, a sad seriousness in her eyes as they well up.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">EJ stands, unsure what to do as Sami begins to cry on his shoulder.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Samantha...I ah...</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sami wipes her eyes carefully, as she lifts her head from EJ's shoulder.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SAMI</strong>: Sorry, I...I've just....I'm hitting my limit right now, there's so much going on.<br /><strong>EJ</strong>: I can tell. Just....what's got you so upset? It's not this Nick rubbish again, is it?<br /><strong>SAMI</strong>: No. No, I just...(sigh) My mom and I got into a fight today.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">EJ rests against the front of his desk, as he asks Sami about her fight with Marlena.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: What about?<br /><strong>SAMI</strong>: My dad's condition. He um...he's not doing well, and I found out from my Aunt Kim that my mom wants to run a DNA test on him because suddenly, after twenty years, she's starting to doubt whether he's really Roman Brady.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">EJ looks stunned by the news. He stutters as he tries to make sense of what Sami's told him.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Eh....I'm...I'm sorry, wh...your father is at death's door, and...<br /><strong>SAMI</strong>: And this is what my mom's priority is. I know. I...honestly, EJ, with everything else going on right now, I don't know whether I can handle this too. I just...</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sami begins to break down in tears, as EJ stands up from his desk, and steps over to Sami, but stops short of pulling her into an embrace.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: You....you don't mind if I...</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sami shakes her head, as he wraps his arms around her tightly, the iciness between them from the past weeks starting to thaw, as Sami finally allows herself to be close to EJ again, feeling comforted by his arms.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KATE</strong>: Alright, Abe, this better be good.<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: I promise you, it is, Kate.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Once they're all in, Abe shuts the door behind them, before speaking to all three of the others.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>LUCAS</strong>: Abe, please tell me we're finally reaching the end of this nightmare?<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: Almost.<br /><strong>LUCAS</strong>: Why does that sound like there's another few steps involved in this?<br /><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Because there is. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucas looks at the others, displeased.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABE</strong>: Billie tells me that Sheryl Connors appears to have disappeared since the virus was implanted.<br /><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Exactly. Her and her accomplices have seemed to have settled.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kate looks at Billie, uncertain.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KATE</strong>: Accomplices? Wasn't it just Jordan?<br /><strong>LUCAS</strong>: She obviously means Nick.<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: Not...neccessarily.<br /><strong>BILLIE</strong>: Right. We believe there may be a third person involved. We aren't sure who. Having said this, we know Jordan's settled into her life at University Hospital, and apparently...she's engaged to Rafe Hernandez.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kate rolls her eyes at the news.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KATE</strong>: Don't remind me.<br /><strong>LUCAS</strong>: Is...is Rafe aware of who she is? I mean...she could be dangerous to him.<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: She won't be a threat if Rafe's kept in the dark about who she is. As long as Jordan isn't at risk of being exposed, Rafe remains safe. And besides. He'll have protection.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abe looks at Roman, who looks on awkwardly back at Abe. Abe appears concerned by Roman's spacey appearance.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABE</strong>: Roman?<br /><strong>ROMAN</strong>: Yes, partner?<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: You...you have anything to add to this? I mean, you will be providing Detective Hernandez with his protection while we finalize the operation, obviously.<br /><strong>ROMAN</strong>: I ah...no, I'm good.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abe looks concerned, as Roman shuffled uncomfortably.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>LUCAS</strong>: I just hope this won't go on much longer. Do we know what their plan is? Who they're connected with?<br /><strong>ROMAN</strong>: Well, potentially Nick Fallon but...we aren't certain.<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: Well, they were. But any connection between Nick, and Jordan and Sheryl was severed after Nick stopped the virus from infecting Titan's mainframe.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Billie pipes up, looking around the room seriously as she makes her suggestion.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>BILLIE</strong>: I think...we need to keep an eye on Nick, regardless, though. Especially if he, and Sheryl and Jordan are at odds with each other. Now that he's become so powerful, Nick could be at high risk, or worse, be a risk to others.<br /><strong>KATE</strong>: You really think they'd risk getting caught to off the little weasel?<br /><strong>ABE</strong>: Wouldn't surprise me. And the Penthouse Grille re-opening party looks to be a perfect opportunity for them to strike.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kate and Lucas look at each other, as Abe surveys the others for their reaction.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Inside the WXIR studio, Tyler observes the goings-on in the busy room, as the doors to the studio open, and Nick and Percy walk in. Tucked away at the back of the room, Tyler spots Nick and Percy and scuttles away behind the soundstage.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nicole sees Nick and Percy and reacts immediately.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Finally! Where the Hell have you two been?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick smiles widely as he walks over to Nicole like a superstar.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Unavoidably detained, let's say. Shall we get on with it?<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: On one condition.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Name your price.<br /><strong>NICOLE</strong>: We interview Percy as well.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Percy looks deeply uncomfortable with the idea, but Nick interjects on his behalf without hesitation.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: I, ah--<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: I think that's a fantastic idea, actually. What do you say, Perc?<br /><strong>PERCY</strong> Nicholas, I...do you really think...<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: I do. Let's do it.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Before Percy can object, Nicole confirms Percy's interview, excitedly.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICOLE</strong>: Great. It's really gonna help drive this home. You're not gonna regret this.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Percy smiles half-heartedly, as Nicole goes over the plan for the episode.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="8JqCj1T.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/8JqCj1T.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/8JqCj1T.png" width="130" /> <img alt="CrNEeHU.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/CrNEeHU.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/CrNEeHU.png" width="130" /><br />Behind them, Alex and Will arrive in the studio, curious to see the busy setting for the TV special.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: You know, I always wanted to work in television.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Really? I always took you more for a print man, myself.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Will looks over at Alex, amused, as they step over to the back of the studio, observing the action before them.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: You haven't known me long enough to get a feel for what kind of man I am.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: I dunno about that. We've been working together pretty much non-stop since you've been hired. Plus what Sonny's told me about you...<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Sonny talked to you about me?<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Yeah, here and there. He'd phone us every so often to catch up. You really made an impression on him. And on me.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Will looks up at Alex, surprised and flattered.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Well, let's hope that impression is good enough to keep me from being fed the wolves on live TV.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Will looks out at the studio, deeply uncomfortable with the potential for Nick to throw him under the bus. Alex's eyes follow his a moment later, as they survey the busy space before them.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>PR MAN</strong>: So we need you to ensure that you hit that talking point before the first commercial--</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Anjelica stops her PR person, as she spots Nick and Percy, walking over toward them.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Sounds great. Hold that thought a moment, would you?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Anjelica stops steps from Nick, speaking to him with a saccharine tone.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Nick? A word?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick obliges, as Nicole purses her lips in annoyance at being interrupted.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick and Anjelica huddle together, as Anjelica speaks in hushed but pointed tones.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I don't think I need to remind you of how important this interview is to the both of us, no?<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Whatever do you mean, Ms. Deveraux?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Anjelica looks at Nick, unimpressed by his sarcasm.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I mean this may be the only opportunity we get to sell this project before the election, and Stefano is counting on us to deliver results. Need I remind you of your little gaffe at the hospital today with Victor.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick sighs, displeased by the reminder.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: You don't need to remind me of that. Let's just hope Victor heard nothing, and keep pressing forward. He can't touch us once the energy project's in operation.<br /><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Well, you better just hope that everything does go to plan, or your neck will the first one snapped clean off. Understood?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Anjelica flashes a million dollar smile Nick's way, before turning back toward the soundstage to get mic'd up for soundcheck. Nick hangs back, another headache ringing in his ears, as he reaches into his pocket to pull his pill bottle out.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Popping another pill, we see Tyler standing above him on the lighting scaffold, glaring down at Nick from above. Tyler glares, unflinching at Nick, as Nick stands near the set, oblivious.</span><br />
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<strong><span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">EPISODE 174</span></strong></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br /><em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></span></div>
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Mom, I'm not trying to push Jerome away. I don't know why you'd even think that.<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: Janie Miller.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby turns to face her mother. She narrows her eyes at Jenn, thoroughly confused as to why she brought up that name.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I haven't thought about Janie Miller since fourth grade. What are you talking about?<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: She used to always ask you to visit her at her grandmother's house, but you said her grandmother's house smelled like mothballs, and you always made up an excuse. And you used that exact same tone with Jerome just now.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby seems unconvinced. Jenn responds, unfazed.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: A mother knows.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby, fed up, throws up her arms, as she turns away from Jennifer.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Whatever, Mom.<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: No, not whatever, Abigail. You obviously care about this man.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: I do.<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: So why are you pushing him away?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby raises her voice at her mother in frustration.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: What makes you think I'm pushing him away.<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: Because if you really wanted him to be there, you'dve asked me whether or not visitors could be on set with a production like this.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby's hostility flushes from her face, realizing her mother's got her number.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: Remember? I used to host a talk show when you were a baby. I know how these things work, Abigail.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn steps in closer to her daughter, as Abby looks down, sheepishly.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: So I want you to be honest with yourself, Abigail. And with me. You're putting up a wall between yourself and Jerome. You need to ask yourself why.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby shrugs, trying to pass it off.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I dunno, I didn't think I was.<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Honey. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn takes Abby's hands in hers, and guides Abby's eyes to look into her own.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: It's Chad isn't it? You're still thinking about him. Aren't you?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby looks surprised by her mother's question, hesitating to respond to it.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="uetqIub.png" class="ipsImage" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/uetqIub.png" src="https://i.imgur.com/uetqIub.png" /><br />Inside the Brady Pub, Jerome is on the phone, calling Sheryl. The phone rings and rings, but there's no answer, and finally it goes to her voice mail.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: (via phone message) Hey, it's Sheryl. Leave a message after the beep.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">After the beep, Jerome, visibly frustrated by Sheryl's sudden silence, leaves an urgent sounding message, as he looks around to make sure no one's listening in.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: (into phone) It's me. You gone tell me what happened at the hospital or not? Call me the second you get this.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jerome hangs up, hearing the front door close. His attention is immediately drawn to the person who's just walked in.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="2PMukh6.png" class="ipsImage" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/2PMukh6.png" src="https://i.imgur.com/2PMukh6.png" /><br />It's Jordan. She spots Jerome and freezes in her tracks. Both Jerome and Jordan stare at each other from across the room. Jerome with surprise, Jordan with disdain and a touch of fear.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="8JqCj1T.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/8JqCj1T.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/8JqCj1T.png" width="130" /> <img alt="CrNEeHU.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/CrNEeHU.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/CrNEeHU.png" width="130" /> <img alt="7SkLS1q.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/7SkLS1q.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/7SkLS1q.png" width="130" /> <img alt="fHMJcKv.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/fHMJcKv.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/fHMJcKv.png" width="130" /><br />At the Penthouse Grille, Alex, Will, and Julie are making a toast to the upcoming grand re-opening of the restaurant. Maggie steps into the room, and Will spots her, smiling broadly.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Aunt Maggie! Hey!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Maggie's expression is half-hearted, and Will spots it immediately.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: Hi everyone.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: You...you okay?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Maggie sighs, frustrated.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: I don't know, honestly.<br /><strong>JULIE</strong>: Well, it's nothing wrong with the restaurant, I hope! The grand opening's this week!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Maggie shrugs her shoulders as she responds to Julie's concern.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: Let's hope it is. I haven't spoken to Nick, but considering he now owns the Penthouse Grille along with the rest of Titan....I don't know if there'll even be a grand opening.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Julie, Alex, and Will all look back at Maggie with surprise and disappointment.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="tLs5Hlt.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/tLs5Hlt.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/tLs5Hlt.png" width="130" /> <img alt="19kvVLL.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/19kvVLL.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/19kvVLL.png" width="130" /><br />Kim opens the door to Theresa's apartment, showing "Crystal" inside. "Crystal" is really Sheryl in disguise, sporting the same long red hair that Crystal did before Sheryl did her in. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Alright, here it is.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sheryl walks through the doorway, pleased with what she sees. She looks around the room, curious about the space.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: It's great! I'm so excited to move in!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim turns around, smiling half-heartedly.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I'm glad you don't mind that it's furnished already. It's still, technically, a short-term rental, but I had to do something to help cover Theresa's rent while she's in the hospital.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sheryl smiles, nodding at Kim.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: I understand. And don't worry, this is just a springboard for me. I wanna get myself settled and into my job before I make any decisions about buying a home, so...this is perfect for me.</span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: I'm glad to hear it, Crystal.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: So ah...where do I sign?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim gives "Crystal" a funny look.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh, you don't have to sign anything. Remember? I already sent you the lease in an e-mail before you left for Salem, I had you fax me back a signed copy and all?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sheryl looks awkwardly at Kim, before quickly trying to cover her gaffe.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Oh! Yeah! Sorry. I...I've been kinda foggy with all the travelling.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">This seems to allay Kim's concern, and Kim hands over the key to "Crystal".</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Trust me. I get it. I've been doing a lot of that myself these last few months. Look, here's the key to the door, and the fob for the front entrance.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Got it.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Excellent. I guess I'll leave you to settle in.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim starts to walk toward the door, before turning back to ask one last question.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Thank you so much, Kimberly.<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: Anytime, Crystal. And ah...did you need a hand with your luggage at all?<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Oh! No no no, that's fine. I'll handle it.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim smiles, as she opens the door to leave.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Great. See ya around, neighbour!<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Bye, Kim!</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim shuts the door behind her, leaving Sheryl behind to finally relax. She slowly paces the room, looking around at her new surroundings.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Welcome home, Crystal.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Sheryl chuckles to herself, as she flops down on her couch.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby sighs, folding her arms indignantly while glaring at her mother.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: No, I am not still pining after Chad, Mom. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn gives Abby an amused look, prompting Abby to roll her eyes.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: Oh come on, Abigail. I'm your mother. I can tell when you're not being honest.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: What makes you think I'm not being honest, Mom? I loved Chad, but what he's done? Exposing Gabi and Will like that? He...he ruined things with Cameron and I may never see him again, and...I know he loves me, but I can't trust him. I need to move on.<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: Then why aren't you?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby looks down, uncertain of her answer.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Maybe I just want to really get to know someone before I jump into something like that. I mean...maybe I just jump into things too quickly, and I...I fall too fast. I act impulsively and then I make these...huge mistakes.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn looks confused, as she puts a hand on Abby's shoulder.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: Loving Chad wasn't a mistake, Abby. You just...you had a lot on your plate, I wouldn't call that a huge mistake.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: It's not...it's not just Chad, Mom. Okay?<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: Then what is it, Abigail?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Abby hesitates, holding herself closely, visibly tense, as she looks past her mother.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I...I can't, okay? I'm sorry. I gotta go to work, Mom. I'm sorry.</span><br />
<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><img alt="8TXGAKf.png" data-cke-saved-src="https://i.imgur.com/8TXGAKf.png" data-ratio="100.00" src="https://i.imgur.com/8TXGAKf.png" width="130" /><br />Abby storms off, with Jenn trying to call her back, as Liam approaches Jenn from behind.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: Abigail! </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn sighs as Liam places his hand on Jenn's shoulder. Realizing who it is, she leans back against him.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: What's wrong?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jenn shakes her head, trying to hold back tears.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: I'm so worried for her. She's not herself, and I don't know how to make it better.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Liam says nothing, responding only by leaning over and kissing Jennifer on the cheek, as they both look out on the path Abigail took to leave.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">At the pub, Jerome walks over to Jordan, who tries to leave without being spotted by Jerome, but fails, stopping in her tracks as he calls out to her. </span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: You know, if you're gonna stay in Salem, we will run into each other?<br /><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Don't remind me.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Look, Jordan, I know you don't want anything to do with us, now that you're all happy with your little cop boyfriend--<br /><strong>JORDAN</strong>: Fiancé, Jerome. Not that you'd know anything about a commitment...</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Darling, the restaurant will open on time. I won't let Nick delay the opening. I promise.<br /><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: Well, I hope so. There's been a lot of changes since Nick took over Titan.<br /><strong>JULIE</strong>: Well, believe me when I say, I will make sure Nick doesn't ruin this. Nick and I are very close, I'm sure I could figure something out, Maggie. Don't worry.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Maggie sighs, turning to smile at Julie.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: Thank you, Julie. (sigh) I guess I'm a bit nervous with everything going on at the house.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: What do you mean?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Well, after Nick took Titan over, my mom moved in, and that went over like a lead balloon with the family.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Julie rolls her eyes in response.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: I can just imagine.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: ...And now Nick's decided he's moving in too, and bringing Gabi Hernandez with him.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Will looks stunned, almost jumping out of his seat.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I'm sorry, what?<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Yeah, she ah...she moved in this afternoon. You...you didn't know?<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: No...I...what the...?</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Will looks over at Maggie, getting up from his seat.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Maggie, is Nick at home?<br /><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: I don't think so. Isn't tonight the big TV special Nicole's doing for EnerNext?<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: It is. Starting soon too.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I'm heading down there.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Will, I'm going with you.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Fine. Julie. Thank you for a great dinner. I can't wait for the gala.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Anytime, darling. But...don't fly off the handle. There may be a good reason for this.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: I bet there is. Alex.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim sits in the dark of her apartment, the only light that of her table lamp, as she sits on the sofa, chatting to Kayla over the phone.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: (into phone) Oh, Kay. I'm so glad to hear your voice. You don't even know how lonely it's been here without you...yeah, I...it's been rough, you know...Theresa's still in the coma, and...Shane off God-knows-where. You and Steve, and Bo off on this mission...no, I know, you can't talk about it, I just...I know, Kayla. But it makes me feel so much better just to hear your voice.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim laughs as she hears a knock on her apartment door. Startled, Kim turns sharply to face the door.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Ah, Kay...I gotta go. There's someone at the door....yeah. I love you, sis. Talk soon.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">As Kim hangs up the phone, the knocking continues. Kim turns on the rest of the apartment lights as she opens the door of her apartment.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Kim gasps as she opens the door, discovering who's been waiting for her.</span><br />
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<span face="" style="font-family: "helvetica neue", arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>KIM</strong>: Oh my God! It's you!</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 173</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LAURA</strong>: Well, I'm gonna have to get myself together again. (laughs)<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Just remember, Mom. JJ's gonna be back for Thanksgiving. I'll make sure of it.<br /><strong>LAURA</strong>: And if you don't, I will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LAURA</strong>: Look, I've...I've got an appointment in a bit. Did either of you need a ride?<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: No, no. I'm waiting for Liam to come back. I'll be fine here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Laura looks at Jenn, concerned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LAURA</strong>: Are you sure?<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Positive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jenn and Laura hug quickly, before Laura asks the same of Abby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LAURA</strong>: Alright. Abigail?<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: I'll wait here with mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Laura smiles, before hugging Abby as well. She turns to take off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LAURA</strong>: I'll be back late tonight, okay?<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Alright. Love you!<br /><strong>LAURA</strong>: Love you too!<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: Bye Grandma!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby turns to Jenn, who's looking out as Laura walks away towards her car. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: I'm gonna miss him.<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: We all are, sweetie.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah...but I feel bad. I've been a pretty neglectful sister lately.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jennifer looks at Abby and puts a hand on her shoulder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Honey, no! JJ knows you've had a lot on your plate with work, and finding a new job and...don't worry about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A voice calls out to Abby from behind, surprising both her and Jennifer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: You do beat yourself up way too much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Alllright,boys! The final course on our gala opening menu.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: And the best one, of course.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All three laugh, as Julie looks endearingly at Alex.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: A man after my own heart. Yes, it's our dessert offering, which will be...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Julie lifts the lids off the two respective plates before Will and Alex, revealing a luscious strawberry cheesecake tart. Alex and Will gasp in awe at the chef's creation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Organic Strawberry cheesecake tart, freshly-picked strawberries with an ever-so-slightly tart drizzle over it. It's absolutely divine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: It looks it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will picks up his fork, and looks over at Julie, in awe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Julie, you're gonna have to ban me from this restaurant, you realize.<br /><strong>JULIE</strong>: And why's that, Darling?<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Because I will be in here morning, noon, and night, and you'll have to roll me into the elevator. I swear, I will eat you out of business.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Well, listen. I'm going to go speak with the chef, and grab you something to drink? Champagne, perhaps?<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: (laughs) Julie, that'd be fantastic, but we're still on the clock.<br /><strong>JULIE</strong>: Nonsense! You're doing research. How are you going to know how it all tastes together for your press release if you don't try a bit of everything? I'll be right back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Your cousin's a riot.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: That she is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: You've been really quiet today.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Just a lot on my mind.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Care to share?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: You have to ask? It's this whole Nick thing, obviously.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Why? What's Nick gonna do to you?<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: He's been slowly trying to worm his way back into Gabi's life. He's already tried to get my daughter away from me once, and I feel like he's doing it again. Now he's taken over the company, and...(sigh) Alex, if this whole EnerNext thing blows up any bigger, and my name is attached to the falsified press release tonight on Nicole's special? I'm afraid Nick to could take everything from me. He could use it to take my career, my family, my daughter...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Alex puts his fork down, and reaches his hand out across the table. He takes Will's hand in his and squeezes it, comfortingly, as he looks intensely into Will's eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: You are not going to lose everything. I won't let that happen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh come on, Alex, you don't have that much clout with Nick there--<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: ...Hey. I'm a Kiriakis. I know how to play the game, Will. And I'm gonna stand by you, and I'm gonna make sure you keep your job, and your daughter. I won't let Nick hurt you. I promise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">She looks around, as she stands in the brush outside Salem, brushing the dirt off her hands as she steps out toward the side of the country road.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stepping out from behind the bushes, Sheryl carefully checks to ensure no one sees her as the daylight begins to turn to dusk. She looks around with a self-satisfied look on her face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Just call me a problem-solver. And now off to my new home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Ahhh....boys?<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Julie! Thank you!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Oh it's nothing. Just a precursor to the main event!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: To Julie. And to a fantastic grand re-opening of one of the best venues in Salem.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Cheers to that!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MAGGIE</strong>: Let's hope that happens. In fact, with Nick lurking about, let's hope we get a grand re-opening at ALL!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Checking quickly to see who's calling, he promptly answers, sighing in frustration.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) What?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (into phone) We need to talk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam rolls his eyes, exasperated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) About what, Anj?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam looks frustrated, and concerned by Anjelica's strong words. He looks around him to ensure no one's listening in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) What do you mean, "dealt with", Anjelica? I'm not your hit man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica answers in an almost sing-song voice, keeping a cool air to her, while remaining firm in tone. She sits herself down on the edge of her bed, filing her nails while giving Liam his orders.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (into phone) Yoooou said it. Not me! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam sighs, as Anjelica continues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (via phone) I just had a run-in with him, and there's something up with him, which means we have to take action.<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) Yeah, well, I think I know what the problem is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (into phone) Good. Tell me in person after the show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) I'll meet you at the Kiriakis house.<br /><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (via phone) No. Not here. There's too many people here, they're bound to catch us. Meet at the DiMera house. Stefano's out of the country, and EJ's at work, so we'll be alone.<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) Fine. When's the taping end?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica stops her nail filing momentarily, checking her watch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam checks his own watch. Sighing in exasperation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) Yeah, that's fine. See you then, Anj.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam hangs up, before looking around the pier to be sure he was alone the entire conversation. He quickly scuttles up the stairs, headed for the Brady Pub.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Hey! Jerome!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby, who is surprised to see him, stares at him, blushing for a moment. Suddenly remembering who she's with, Abby turns to introduce Jerome to Jennifer, who looks at him curiously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Ah...Mom. This is Jerome Grant. Jerome, this is my mom, Jennifer Horton.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jennifer smiles as she extends a hand to Jerome, who shakes it, smiling warmly at Jenn.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Horton.<br /><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: The pleasure's all mine. I...I know your grandmother from...well, when I was really little.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Yeah, the Grants and Hortons...we go a long way back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: And I hope we have a long future as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby smiles awkwardly, knowing what Jerome is implying. Jerome smiles as Abby looks at him, momentarily averting her eyes. Jerome ends the moment, looking into the pub before looking back at Abby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: Ah, listen. I have to get some lunch before I head back to Salem U, but...Abby, if you're free tonight, I'd....I'd really like to see you again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Oh, ah...Jerome, I'd love to, but I've got to head to the TV station. It's Nicole's TV special on the EnerNext scandal, and...I've gotta be there for it.<br /><strong>JEROME</strong>: Well, that's alright. I'd love to be there for it, if that's alright. I've always wanted to see a big TV news show being made. I promise I'll be quiet though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby shifts awkwardly, trying to let Jerome down easily, as Jennifer looks on, silently surveying the situation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: No. No. I...(sigh) I wish you could but...it's gonna be super busy and I don't think the producers would be happy if I invited visitors or anything. I'm sorry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: It's alright. I understand. Break a leg though, okay?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby smiles at Jerome, who keeps his eyes locked on Abby's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: Thanks. I'll text you after, okay?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome walks toward the door of the pub, winking at Abby in response before shutting the door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Once Jerome steps away, Jennifer steps over toward Abby, a curious look on her face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Well he seems like a nice young man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby turns to face Jenn, nodding in agreement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: He is. We've been out a couple times and he's...he's really cool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jenn folds her arms, looking at Jerome through the front door of the pub.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: You like him, don't you.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: I do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jenn turns her head back to look at her daughter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JENNIFER</strong>: Then why did you just push him away like that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby looks back at Jenn in disbelief.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inside the pub, Jerome sits down at the bar, as the bartender walks over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: I'll grab a pint of Blonde. Thanks, Man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome pulls out his cell phone from his black pea coat pocket, checking to see if there's any updates from Sheryl. When he sees there isn't, he calls her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The phone rings once. Twice. Three times, before the voice mail message chimes in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: (via phone message) Hey, it's Sheryl. Leave a message after the beep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After the beep, Jerome, visibly frustrated by Sheryl's sudden silence, leaves an urgent sounding message, as he looks around to make sure no one's listening in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: (into phone) It's me. You gone tell me what happened at the hospital or not? Call me the second you get this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jerome hangs up, hearing the front door close. His attention is immediately drawn to the person who's just walked in.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 172</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><em>Written by A. Washington-Beeby</em><br /><em>Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ABBY</strong>: You know we'll miss you, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">JJ looks down, nodding slowly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: Believe me, the feeling's mutual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby's hand slides off JJ's shoulder, as she turns to stand beside him, both looking out at the sky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: It's funny, it was always so grey out in London. That winter after Dad died, it rained all through December and January. And one day, the sun finally came out after like...weeks of clouds, and...I promised myself I'd always take the time to enjoy it. No matter where I was.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: There's gonna be a lot of sun in California, JJ. You'll start taking it for granted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">JJ turns to Abby and smiles, shaking his head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: Nah. You never take it for granted. Just like family. You can't take it for granted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby smiles back at JJ, as JJ becomes emotional, and pulls Abby into a tight hug.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: Take care of Mom and Grandma for me, okay?<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: I will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gently closing the door behind her, she steps further into the room, and gives a cursory look around the room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Alright, Nick. Where would you hide those pictures of us dumping your sorry ass in the river?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi spies Nick's laptop bag, and smiles, knowingly. She steps slowly over to it, and is about to unzip it, when the door opens with a flourish, startling Gabi and making her shriek!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Greetings!<br /><strong>GABI</strong>: AH!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Nick, what did you say to Victor in his hospital room?<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Who cares, Noelle? He's in a coma!<br /><strong>NOELLE</strong>: NO, HE'S NOT! That's what I'm trying to tell you. Anjelica tried to reach you last night but you never answered. Victor's awake.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: Ah! There you are, Nick! I didn't want to cause alarm earlier so I didn't ask, but I assume you got my message about Victor's "miraculous recovery"?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick looks away, as though he's going to be sick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: I have now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick begins to hear the familiar high-pitched sound that accompanies his headache. Holding his forehead to try to put pressure on to help it subside, he disengages while Noelle explains the situation to Anjelica.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Apparently Nick never got the message, so he decided it would be a great idea to go to Victor's hospital room this morning and gloat about our plans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica turns her head sharply, looking daggers at Nick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You have got to be kidding!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick shakes his head, trying to keep the pressure down, as Anjelica approaches him, annoyed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I messaged you last night, you never responded, and I've told you to keep that phone on you at all times. What were you thinking?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick, in the thoes of pain, tries to mask his symptoms, closing his eyes to try to keep the pressure down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I knew I should've followed you out of the room this morning, but I didn't want to have anyone figure out what we've been up to. But I guess I didn't have to worry, because you'd fill everyone in all on your own--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick explodes in rage, the pressure from the two women in the room plus his headache proving too much for him. He lurches forward and grabs Anjelica's arm, startling her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: SHUT UP, ANJELICA! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A flash of unbridled rage stirs in Nick's eyes, as Anjelica looks back in terror, unable to move as Nick grasps Anjelica's arm painfully tight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Noelle shouts out in terror at Nick, as Nick squeezes Anjelica's arms, a look of unbridled rage in his eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Dammit, Nick, let her go! What's wrong with you?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick realizes what he's doing and after a moment, the intensity in his eyes wears off, his grip loosening on Anjelica, who immediately breaks free and steps back, her expression immediately changing from fear to anger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: I'm sorry, I--<br /><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: You will be. I swear to God, Nick, if you weren't essential to my plans, you'd be back face-first in that river right now.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: I know, I...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick's head begins to throb, as the high-pitched squeal returns, and his headaches intensifies again, drowning out Anjelica's words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: I mean it, Nick. Don't you EVER lay a hand on me ever again, or I swear to God, it'll be the last thing you ever do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica steps in closer to Nick, who is trying to hide his intense pain from her and Noelle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: And believe me, I have the means and resources to make sure you are taken care of, so don't think for a SECOND you can outsmart me. Because I promise you, I will win.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica looks with the same intensity that Nick previously had, a finger raised in scolding to him, while Nick looks on, intimidated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gabi looks over at a baffled Percy, who stands in the doorway of Nick's room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Mr. Gr...Percy. You startled me.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: Gabriella. What are you doing here?<br /><strong>GABI</strong>: I could ask you the same thing. I don't think Nick was expecting you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Percy steps into the room slightly, looking around for Nick to no avail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>PERCY</strong>: Well...the ah...the butler let me in, lovely chap. Hanson, was it?<br /><strong>GABI</strong>: Henderson.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: Right. Well, I actually came about because Nicholas and I had some business to discuss. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The two stare at each other, an awkward silence fills the air, before Gabi sighs audibly, trying to hold in her laughter at the absurdity of the situation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Well, I was going to unpack my things, since I'm going to be moving in here, so...if you'll excuse me.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: Oh, not to worry, I'll try not to be in your way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: I'm sure Nick will be up in a moment.<br /><strong>PERCY</strong>: Oh, good to see you, Gabi!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Percy's goodbye to Gabi is cut off by the sound of her closing the door behind her. He looks over at the door, looking suspiciously as Gabi leaves the room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oh my God! Julie! This is....this is amazing.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Seriously, this...if I come to this place every day once you're open, I'm gonna gain fifty pounds just from dessert alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: I still got the touch, I guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: Our chef is Michelin Star rated, and we'll be offering a unique feature dessert every evening that will combine delicious flavours with breathtaking design, such as what you see before you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The decadent strawberry tarts sit before them, as Julie hands Alex and Will pictures of other desserts the chef has prepared before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: Julie, I'm impressed. This place is ready.<br /><strong>JULIE</strong>: Oh, I hope so, Darlin'. (sigh) It's been a long time since I ran one of these places, and...I'll tell you, it's been great getting back into the habit.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Well, you're handling it like an old pro.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Julie smiles, but messes Will's hair slightly as she scolds him gently for his remark though her million-dollar smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JULIE</strong>: I may be a pro, dear cousin, but, a word of advice...don't ever call me old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Alex snickers at Will and Julie, as Julie walks off toward the kitchen. Will blushes, embarrassed by his slip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Oops.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: (laughs) Julie's a real wonder, you know that? I'm glad Maggie chose her to help run The Penthouse Grille, seriously.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: So am I. I just hope now that...Nick's taken over the company that...you know...things don't go south.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Don't worry about that. I'll protect you from anything that comes our way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will laughs, not sure whether he believes Alex or not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah, okay. Sure.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Seriously! Will, what have you done that might cause things to go out of hand? You've done every job I've tasked you with, you've done an amazing job writing our press releases. You've even come up with ideas for campaigns I've never even considered. Titan would be so much worse off without you being here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will looks down, touched by, and slightly uncomfortable with Alex's compliments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>WILL</strong>: I guess I should thank you for that. Even if I don't believe it.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Well, believe it. You're one of the best writers I've worked with.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Well, I just hope you still think so after Nick's on TV tonight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Alex looks at Will with confusion, as he stabs at his dessert to take another bite.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ALEX</strong>: What do you mean by that?<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: (sigh) I mean, Nick has it out for me. He wants Gabi, he wants my daughter, and he resents that so far he can't have either. So he's gonna be looking for anything he can use against me to ruin my career and make me look like a deadbeat.<br /><strong>ALEX</strong>: Well, you're not. I know that, you know that, anyone who knows you knows that.<br /><strong>WILL</strong>: Yeah, but...if he goes out there and tells people on Nicole's special that I falsified those press releases for EnerNext...you may not have a choice but to fire me, Alex. And your job might be on the line, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: You know, I remember when I couldn't stop them from trying to kill each other when they were kids, and now look at them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Laura and JJ crack up, though Abby's a bit more emotional, trying to fight back her tears.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: Yeah, well, that's probably because I stopped trying to pull her hair out when she walked ahead of me.<br /><strong>ABBY</strong>: Yeah, I'm amazed I'm not bald from that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Abby looks at JJ, giving him sideeye, as the others laugh. Abby finally cracks a smile as she envisions the memories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As the laughter dies down, Jennifer also becomes emotional, taking a second to drink in her grown son, as he begins his new life in college.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JENN</strong>: Your father would be so proud of you, JJ.<br /><strong>LAURA</strong>: Your mother's right. You've come so far in so little time. We're all...so proud of you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">JJ, also trying to keep from crying, walks over and gives his mother and grandmother big hugs. As he ends his hug with Laura, JJ and Laura share an extended look, before JJ speaks at barely more than a whisper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: Look out for them, okay?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Laura nods in agreement, before JJ and Laura hug again, before JJ turns to head off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JJ</strong>: I love you guys!<br /><strong>JENN</strong>: You me you'll call me when you get there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As JJ takes off toward his car, Laura looks on, more worried than the others, as she thinks of the worries she has with Liam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LAURA</strong>: (voiceover) My God, JJ. I hope you stay safe, and nail that bastard, Liam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Checking quickly to see who's calling, he promptly answers, sighing in frustration.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Anjelica stands in her bedroom at the Kiriakis mansion, leaning against the vanity while she speaks on her own cell phone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (into phone) We need to talk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam rolls his eyes, exasperated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: (into phone) About what?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ANJELICA</strong>: (into phone) Nick Fallon. He may have compromised the entire plan, and he needs to be dealt with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam looks frustrated, and concerned by Anjelica's strong words.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 171</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick and Gabi step through the door to Gabi's room in the Kiriakis Mansion, lugging their suitcases behind them. Nick steps in to help a struggling Gabi. At first, she resists him, but remembers she needs to keep up the charade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Let me help you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After a moment of the two of them almost suspended in time, Gabi stares into Nick's eyes, and slowly, nervously smiles, loosening her grip on the bag. Nick smiles back and puts the luggage down by the bed. Gabi stands back, smiling awkwardly at Nick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Thank you for...agreeing to let me have a separate room.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Gabi, I just want you to be comfortable. Whatever that takes.<br /><strong>GABI</strong>: I know...and I promise it won't be forever, but...you know...on the bright side, you'll actually have closet space this way?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick chuckles at Gabi, taking her hands in his.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: In fairness, every closet space is my closet space now. The house DOES belong to me. Isn't that fantastic?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick pulls Gabi into a tight hug, from which Gabi tries to hide her discomfort. After Nick lets go, Gabi smiles at a beaming Nick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>GABI</strong>: Yeah! Yeah, it is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Gabi, I'm not totally convinced you're excited about this.<br /><strong>GABI</strong>: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm...thrilled about this. But what I'm not thrilled about is having to explain this to Will and Sonny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: Mom.<br /><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Eric. Mind if I sit down?<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Go ahead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Marlena sits down, as Eric sets down his coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Eric, I...I know we're good, but...I wanted to apologize for my reaction to your marrying Nicole.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: I appreciate that. And I know you have your misgivings, but...I know you're just looking out for me.<br /><strong>MARLENA</strong>: I am. I just want you to be careful. But I also recognize I shouldn't have tried to ruin your day...and I also understand why you didn't want to tell anyone about your getting married. It's not as though we would've been particularly...receptive.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: No, but...I should've been an adult about it, and come to you and dad, regardless.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Marlena smiles at Eric warmly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Speaking of your father...I ah...I spoke to Valerie again today.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Oh?<br /><strong>MARLENA</strong>: She ummm...she suspects that your father has some form of early onset dementia.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Well, the signs pointed to it, I'm not completely shocked. Disappointed, of course.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Naturally. She did...suggest that my asking for a DNA test of you and Sami wasn't so out of line after all.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: What do you mean?<br /><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Well...Valerie thinks that we should find out if you carry the same gene that caused Roman's dementia, so that we can prevent it from affecting you and Sami. We'd also need to test Carrie, Rex and Cassie, of course.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Right. So...you're asking me if I'll be willing to do the DNA test, at the risk that it may reveal that the man we've been calling 'Dad' all these years....isn't even our father?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo looks around in awe, as the dimly lit room lights up as Steve lights a gas lantern sitting on a nearby table.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: What the...what is this place?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo strains to see, as he takes the lantern and walks slowly over to the cell, seeing a man crouched in the corner. Bo looks over at Steve, unsure who the man is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: We got a key in here?<br /><strong>STEVE</strong>: Nah, man, I couldn't find one.<br /><strong>BO</strong>: Dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo walks over, as close as he can to the man in the corner, trying not to startle him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Reaching through the bars of the cell, he touches the man. The man flinches wildly at first, before both he and Bo realize who the other is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo looks on, completely stunned, as Steve looks on, thrilled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: Oh my God...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The phone rings and rings, frustrating Sheryl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Come on....come on, dammit, Jerome. Pick up!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Finally, Jerome's voice is head over the loudspeaker. But it's his voice mail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>JEROME</strong>: (via stereo) Hi, you've reached Jerome Grant, I'm not available to--<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Dammit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hanging up the phone, she hears the sound of Crystal's phone from her purse. Noticing it's Kim again, Sheryl switches out the phones quickly, before answering in a thick (fake) southern drawl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: (into phone) Ms. Brady! Haiii!<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: (via phone) Hi, Crystal! I ah...I just was curious to know when you'd be coming to pick the key up and sign the sublease.<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: (into phone) Oh, Ms. Brady, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to come by sooner. I'm in my truck now, I'ma be right over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl adjusts her rear-view mirror, checking to be absolutely sure Crystal isn't waking up again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: (into phone) I just gotta drop somethin' off real quick, okay?<br /><strong>KIM</strong>: (via phone) Sounds great. Alright, I'll meet you at the building in about an hour?<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: (into phone) Sounds perfect! I'll be right there!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The beep notifies Sheryl of the end of the call, and Sheryl relaxes somewhat, leaning back in her seat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Noelle looks up from her book momentarily, before looking back down at it, disinterested in Nick's presence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Not like I have much else to do during the day.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: Ahhh, to live the life of a bourgeois housewife.<br /><strong>NOELLE</strong>: I'm sure Gabi will find that out soon enough. I assume that's where you've been this whole time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Noelle looks up from her book, suddenly interested.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: You did?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: Yeah! I had to do a bit of gloating. It's not like he was awake to hear any of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Noelle drops her book to one side, a look of horror washing over her face as she gets up from the couch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Nick...Nick, have you checked your phone recently?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nick looks back, bemused.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>NICK</strong>: What do you mean?<br /><strong>NOELLE</strong>: Anjelica texted you last night to warn you that Victor's out of his coma.<br /><strong>NICK</strong>: I didn't get any text--<br /><strong>NOELLE</strong>: WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gently closing the door behind her, she steps further into the room, and gives a cursory look around the room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: Well...it's something we would have to deal with. Are you...emotionally ready for that possibility?<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Honestly? I don't know. I think, given the circumstances, though...Sami is the one you really need to worry about. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Marlena looks down at the table, gently nodding in agreement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: I think you're right. The problems she's dealing with between her and EJ are a lot right now. She seems strong, but I can tell she's under a tremendous strain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>ERIC</strong>: So can I. The trouble is, I agree with you, I think it's important that we find out whether or not we carry that gene, so we can be prepared for the worst if we also carry it. Especially since it's now Dad AND Grandma that have had that diagnosis.<br /><strong>MARLENA</strong>: That's what concerns me most. (sigh) Honestly, I do wish Kim would reconsider having the test done herself.<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I ah....(sigh) Look, I'll take the DNA test first. If something comes up on the test that we should worry about, then we can tell the others. And, heaven forbid, this man turns out not to be Dad...well...we can revisit that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Marlena looks at Eric, a faint smile on her face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>MARLENA</strong>: So...you'll do it?<br /><strong>ERIC</strong>: I will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Marlena lets out a huge sigh of relief, almost tearing up as she smiles widely at her son's decision. Eric smiles back, more faintly, unsure if he's making the right choice or not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stefano laughs maniacally at his two uninvited guests, as his henchmen pick Steve and Bo up, and cart them out of the cell.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EPISODE 170</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From the foyer, a familiar voice calls out to him, as they step inside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: You called?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EJ continues to stare out the window, his only acknowledgement of Liam's arrival is a sly smile that appears on his face as Liam stands in the doorway of the living room, awaiting a response.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stefano leans in, taking a puff of his cigar before responding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEFANO</strong>: First of all, Anjelica must be elected first as state governor. Once this goal is accomplished, we can unleash our new recruit, and retrieve John Black. Once we have him, we can get the final piece to the puzzle for the alternative fuels project, and we will revolutionize the energy sector.<br /><strong>DR. ROLF</strong>: But Stefano, that is Nicholas Fallon's project. Wouldn't he have the information we need?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stefano gets up from his seat, walking slowly over to the bar, where he pours himself a drink as he speaks. Bo stands off to the side, in disbelief as to what he's hearing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEFANO</strong>: There is an additive that was considered after our dear friend, Mr. Fallon sold the project to Titan. The government tested it, but shelved it when funding ran out. They never released the information, but the ISA knows what it is. John Black has this information, Rolf. It is the key to maximizing the efficacy of the fuel source.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stefano turns as a hand reaches across to cover Bo's mouth and pulls his back, disappearing from Stefano's view almost in time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEFANO</strong>: And it will be ours!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stefano looks at Rolf, but notices a movement around the corner, and looks over. Seeing nothing, he studies further. Rolf turns around to see what Stefano's looking at, but no one is there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl hastily walks over to the truck, unlocking the doors remotely, before stepping inside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Once inside, Sheryl turns the car on, and hurriedly drives out of the parking garage, exiting University Hospital.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Driving down the road on her way out of the city, Sheryl is blissfully unaware of Crystal's presence behind her, assuming Crystal is still tied up and unconscious. However, we notice the shine of the tire iron slowly become visible behind Sheryl's head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At a red light, Sheryl adjusts her mirror, to see Crystal, now untied, wielding a tire iron aimed at Sheryl's head, and ready to swing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: You finally decided to show up.<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: It's not like you gave me much choice, you know.<br /><strong>EJ</strong>: It was extremely important.<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: So I gathered. So what's this all about?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EJ finally turns around, spotting an annoyed Liam standing near the piano.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: Well, I requested something from you not long ago, and I've yet to recieve it.<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: Yes, and you're not going to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EJ places his empty rocks glass on the desk near the french doors. He turns back to face Liam, now visibly irritated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>EJ</strong>: And why's that?<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: Well, I was at Club TBD last night with Jennifer, and...I spotted your little friend Gabi there with Nick Fallon. She was not looking too well, and neither was he. And I realized what was happening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: You're giving Gabi those drugs to give to Nick.<br /><strong>EJ</strong>: And just what's wrong with that?<br /><strong>LIAM</strong>: What are you up to, EJ?<br /><strong>EJ</strong>: Well, I don't see how that's any of your busine--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Oh, the Hell it isn't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">EJ is stunned into silence by Liam's reaction. He watches as Liam gets up from his seat and walks toward EJ in a somewhat menacing way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: You have been working against your family interests for weeks now and I wanna know why.<br /><strong>EJ</strong>: The family's interests aren't neccessarily my interests.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam chuckles as he steps in closer to EJ, keeping a tension between them that belies Liam's cool expression.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Your interests are making sure that Sami never finds out about Abigail, or her baby. I know that. Anjelica knows that. You know that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam leans intimately close to EJ, and almost hisses out his next words in a whisper to EJ.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: Stefano knows that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Liam pokes EJ in the chest as he utters EJ's father's name. EJ barely budges, and his expression remains stoic, as Liam smiles almost maniacally.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: So, I...am not going to let you ruin this. So you either keep in line with the plan, or those pictures our friend Percy took of you and Abby get made public. And you know how much I love that little girl. I'd never want to hurt her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>LIAM</strong>: So...choose wisely, EJ.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Rolf looks up at Stefano, concern in his eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>DR. ROLF</strong>: I've got security checking the house to double check if anyone got in.<br /><strong>STEFANO</strong>: Excellent. We cannot be too careful.<br /><strong>DR. ROLF</strong>: Speaking of which, Stefano...I don't mean to...shall we say, stick my nose where it doesn't belong but...you're drinking an awful lot. It's not good for your diabetes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEFANO</strong>: I normally would not, but we have plenty to celebrate. So today, I will make an exception.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>DR. ROLF</strong>: Alright...if you say so.<br /><strong>STEFANO</strong>: Believe me, Rolf. We have all of Salem right where we want them. And there isn't a single thing that could happen now to stop us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: It's just me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo fights Steve off, turning around angrily.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: The Hell, Steve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Steve is quick to get Bo to simmer down. Putting his finger to his lips before Bo can continue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: You were thiiiis close to getting found out, my man.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: Maybe, but I found out a whole lot about what Old Man DiMera's up to.<br /><strong>STEVE</strong>: Oh yeah? I found something too, but you first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo steps in closer to Steve to fill him in, checking around carefully to ensure no one overhears.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: This whole thing back home with Titan? Nick Fallon taking it over in some big coup?<br /><strong>STEVE</strong>: Yeah, I heard about that, Kayla told me.<br /><strong>BO</strong>: Well, I'd been wondering how he got his hands on all that money to buy them out. Turns out, DiMera, and Anjelica Deveraux are behind it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Steve's face twists, stunned to hear Anjelica's name pop up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: Anjelica? How the Hell does she fit into it?<br /><strong>BO</strong>: I dunno, man. This is just getting more and more complicated the more we dig up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Steve comes up behind Bo and smiles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: Speaking of digging things up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo turns to face Steve, looking confused, as Steve motions toward the door at the end of the hall they've just walked down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo and Steve step toward it, opening the door, to reveal the rows of dimly lit prison cells. Bo steps inside, in awe, Steve following closely behind him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>STEVE</strong>: Check it out, partner!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo looks around in awe, as the dimly lit room lights up as Steve lights a gas lantern sitting on a nearby table.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: What the...what is this place?<br /><strong>STEVE</strong>: DiMera's dungeon, from the looks of it. Mostly empty, too. Except for one thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Steve points to the largest cell. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: Stefano's new Pawn</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo strains to see, as he takes the lantern and walks slowly over to the cell, seeing a man crouched in the corner. Bo looks over at Steve, unsure who the man is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: We got a key in here?<br /><strong>STEVE</strong>: Nah, man, I couldn't find one.<br /><strong>BO</strong>: Dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo walks over, as close as he can to the man in the corner, trying not to startle him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Reaching through the bars of the cell, he touches the man. The man flinches wildly at first, before both he and Bo realize who the other is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Bo looks on, completely stunned, as Steve looks on, thrilled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>BO</strong>: Oh my God...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>CRYSTAL</strong>: Don't....move. Or I'ma kill ya.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl doesn't flinch, not even moving her hand from the rear view mirror, as she studies Crystal's slow movement from behind her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>CRYSTAL</strong>: Now, I'm gonna count to three, and you're gonna drive this truck to the next parking lot, and put your hands up, and you're gonna keep em up. And you're gonna explain to me just what the Hell's goin' on here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Crystal, I do--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As Sheryl tries to object, the light turns green, and Crystal's shrill command cuts Sheryl off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Crystal's Southern drawl tightens into an imperative, terse command. Sheryl immediately complies, slowly stepping on the gas to head through the intersection.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>CRYSTAL</strong>: Right here...turn now, or you're gonna get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl ignores Crystal's order, suddenly accelerating, and knocking Crystal back in her seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Crystal struggles to get back upright, as Sheryl drives to try to thwart Crystal's attempts on her life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>CRYSTAL</strong>: Stop this truck, right now, dammit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl pulls over on a quiet side road. Braking hard, Crystal stumbles forward, dropping the tire iron beneath the back seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>CRYSTAL</strong>: Dammit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now outside the city, there are no witnesses around to spot them. Sheryl puts the SUV in park, and takes the keys out quickly, while Crystal lurches forward to hunt for the tire iron, her only hope to save herself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl leaps from her seat, out the front door of her SUV, before running to the backseat herself, opening the door and prying Crystal from the floor of the SUV before Crystal can find the tire iron, or escape.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>CRYSTAL</strong>: No, don't...<br /><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Get back here, you--</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The two women struggle in the backseat, as Sheryl finds the tire iron before Crystal can.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In terror, Crystal throws open the back passenger side door of the SUV, in hopes of escaping, but Sheryl runs around the opposite side and, as Crystal exits the vehicle and tries to make a run for it, Sheryl swings the tire iron at Crystal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Oh no you don't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl's swing strikes Crystal hard in the head, as Crystal falls to the ground outside the truck, mortally wounded.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sheryl slowly steps toward Crystal's lifeless body, and looks down upon it, coldly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><strong>SHERYL</strong>: Well....looks like it's time for Plan B.</span><br />
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