DAYS #189: John has a plan, but so does Sheryl; Rafe confronts Gabi for moving in with Nick (11/07/14)

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EPISODE 189
Written by A. Washington-Beeby
Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco

 

Billie slides open the door to Kate's loft, finding John on the other side. Billie is pleasantly surprised to see him there and offers to let him in.

 

BILLIE: John!

JOHN: Hey Billie.

 

John steps in, waving to Kate, who stays seated at the breakfast bar.

 

JOHN: Morning, Kate.

KATE: Morning, John. Bringing good news, I hope.

JOHN: Well, I certainly think so.

 

Billie looks on, intrigued, as she slides shut and locks the front door.

 

BILLIE: Okay, you got me interested. What's happened?

JOHN: 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.

 

Kate is now intrigued, turning herself slightly in her stool to more directly face John, as she sets her breakfast down.

 

KATE: Oh?

BILLIE: Sounds like you might be onto something.

JOHN: 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.

 

Billie turns to Kate, who smiles, pleased to finally have a possible break in the case.

 

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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.

 

As the TV relays the day's events, Sheryl heads for the fridge, half-listening to the newsreader.

 

TV ANCHOR: (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...

 

Sheryl listens somewhat more closely, but opens the fridge door to retrieve some orange juice.

 

TV ANCHOR: (via TV) ...and to add to the excitement, the night will also be a welcome party to the company's new CEO, Nick Fallon.

 

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.

 

Emerging as quickly as she left the room, Sheryl makes her call to Jerome excitedly.

 

SHERYL: (into phone) Come over right away. I've figured it out. I know how we're gonna do it.

 

Sheryl beams, as she waits for Jerome's reaction.

 

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Gabi stands uncomfortably in the Kiriakis living room, with Rafe having just being shown in by Maggie.

 

GABI: Rafe!

 

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.

 

RAFE: Gabi...you got time to talk?

GABI: About what?

RAFE: Ahhh...you moving into this house?

 

Maggie clues in that this will probably be a less-than-pleasant conversation and quickly excuses herself.

 

MAGGIE: I ah...I'm gonna go finish getting the room ready for Victor, so...if you'll excuse me.

 

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.

Rafe turns back to look at an extremely nervous Gabi.

 

GABI: I...I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you, Rafe. It happened...really fast.

RAFE: 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.

GABI: I know. I know, I'm sorry.

RAFE: Well, when were you planning on telling me?

 

Gabi sighs, trying to explain herself without giving too much away.

 

GABI: If you want me to be totally honest, I wasn't.

 

Rafe seems incredulous of Gabi's answer.

 

RAFE: What?!

GABI: 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.

RAFE: ...Okay?

GABI: That's...that's all I can say. Rafe, just...trust me.

 

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.

 

RAFE: 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!

GABI: 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?

 

Rafe looks unsure, as Gabi looks back, her eyes pleading with him to back off.

 

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Sheryl opens the door to her apartment, and lets a tired Jerome in. Shutting the door behind him, they immediately launch into their plans for the day.

 

SHERYL: Alright, so you wanna hear what I have planned, then?

JEROME: Only if you can get me a cup of coffee first. I nearly crashed my car on the way over here.

 

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.

 

SHERYL: You got it.

JEROME: You're not a morning person. What is this...Little Miss Sunshine routine?

 

Sheryl laughs as she pours Jerome a cup of fresh coffee, smiling widely as she hands it to him.

 

SHERYL: I guess I'm just...full of confidence. Today is our day.

JEROME: Oh, is it?

SHERYL: Yes. See, today is the big gala at the Penthouse Grille. They're re-opening, as you probably know.

 

Jerome stands, looking skeptically at Sheryl, who pours a cup for herself.

 

JEROME: I heard.

SHERYL: 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.

 

Jerome sips his coffee, but frowns, before answering skeptically.

 

JEROME: Okay, but...you said everyone who's anyone in Salem is gonna be there? You're gonna get recognized.

 

Sheryl rolls her eyes, obviously flipping her dyed-red hair, and puffing her cheeks out slightly to prove her point.

 

SHERYL: 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.

JEROME: 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.

 

Sheryl replies non-chalantly.

 

SHERYL: They haven't so far.

JEROME: And for that matter, what happened to Crystal, anyway. You said you dealt with her, but what specifically happened?

SHERYL: I took care of it. Okay? That's all you need to know.

 

Jerome looks less than thrilled by Sheryl's deflection, sitting himself down on the couch next to Sheryl.

 

JEROME: I still don't like the sound of that.

SHERYL: You don't have to. You know nothing. Keep it that way, it's better for all of us.

JEROME: That’s the truth. All I wanna know is, what’s the escape plan?

SHERYL: 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.

JEROME: And you’re gonna swap cars when you get to this spot, and…

SHERYL: …and drive off the very same embankment one Brady Black did not a few months ago. Now, listen. Are you in, or not?

 

Jerome sighs loudly, looking at Sheryl with a prominent glare and pursed lips.

 

JEROME: 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.

SHERYL: 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.

 

Sheryl reaches out for a handshake from Jerome. Jerome, reluctantly, shakes Sheryl's hand.

 

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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.

 

ABE: Yep. That's them.

NICK: So, if nothing else, you have their previous charges to hold them.

ABE: 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.

 

Nick nods, understanding the full situation now.

 

NICK: Which is why you need my help.

ABE: Exactly.

NICK: I'm happy to help. As long as I'm protected for my trouble.

HOPE: You will. Abe will make sure of it.

ABE: 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.

 

Abe holds up the file to accentuate his point.

 

ABE: These women are a threat to that.

 

Abe drops the file on Roman's desk with a flourish.

 

ABE: 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.

HOPE: Presuming, of course, that they're responsible for trying to drop that stage light on you.

ABE: 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.

NICK: So I'm bait.

 

Hope shifts uncomfortably, as Abe looks her way, hoping Hope has a slightly better way of putting it.

 

HOPE: That's what it sounds like to me. Are you sure this is a good idea, Abe?

 

Abe shrugs, a little exasperated by Hope's reluctance.

 

ABE: 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.

HOPE: So if it's so dangerous, what are we doing to protect Nick?

ABE: 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.

 

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.

 

Eventually, Nick finally responds with a quick nod of agreement.

 

NICK: Okay. Yeah. Let's do it.

 

Abe smiles at Nick's decision, as Hope looks on, more than a little concerned.

 

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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.

 

RAFE: 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.

GABI: AND I've managed to get myself out of my messes before. Right?

 

Rafe sighs, shaking his head.

 

RAFE: That's beside the point and you know it.

GABI: Look, it's not like I'm still in...

 

Gabi steps in closer to Rafe and speaks softly, just in case anyone's listening in.

 

GABI: 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?

 

Rafe shakes his head, as Gabi steps closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

 

GABI: Can you do that for me?

RAFE: Gabi, I just...I don't like the looks of this.

GABI: You don't have to. You just have to be my brother, and support me.

 

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.

 

RAFE: Ah...Abuela says to call her.

 

Gabi nods, dabbing a tear in her eye.

 

GABI: I will.

 

Rafe sighs, incredibly hesitant to leave.

 

RAFE: Look...I don't like this.

GABI: I know.

RAFE: If you need anything. Anything at all. You call me, okay?

 

Gabi nods, smiling though she's tearing up.

 

GABI: I will. Thank you.

 

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.

 

RAFE: Be careful, Gabi.

 

Rafe walks out of the living room, leaving Gabi alone in the living room. She stands, tense and scared, as she scans the room.

 

GABI: Yeah. Careful. It's what I should've been all along. (sigh)

 

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.

 

ANJELICA: Well, we're on the sauce rather early this morning, aren't we?

 

Gabi turns to face Anjelica, who smiles with a sardonic sweetness.

 

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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.

 

JOHN: 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.

 

Kate sits behind John, still sipping on her breakfast smoothie casually while she listens.

 

KATE: Some high-tech spy gear.

JOHN: Well, the ISA is state-of-the-art in every way.

KATE: I'll say.

BILLIE: I still have some reservations about including Nick on this, though.

 

John seems somewhat confused by Billie's reticence.

 

JOHN: 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!

BILLIE: 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.

 

John turns away, wincing in disbelief at Billie's assertion.

 

JOHN: Oh, come on, Billie! Nick's a smart kid, but he's not capable of pulling something like this off.

BILLIE: John. I know that kid. Very well.

 

Kate interrupts, setting the glass that held her smoothie in the dishwasher.

 

KATE: Better than most!

 

Billie gives Kate a cutting glare, as John retorts without missing a beat.

 

JOHN: 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.

BILLIE: I mean, I guess. But I don't think Nick's presence will influence Jordan.

 

Kate replies, eyes rolling freely as she mocks Jordan.

 

KATE: It won't. But...if Rafe's going, she'll be all too happy to play the belle of the ball for her fiancé.

BILLIE: 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.

KATE: I can certainly try.

 

As Kate responds, the doorbell rings. Everyone turns toward the door, as Billie walks over to slide open the front door.

 

Sami arrives and immediately storms in, not even paying attention to who's inside.

 

SAMI: Kate, we got trouble. EJ is up to something, and I'm worried it's about Nick and the....

 

Sami stops herself when she realizes Billie and John are both visiting. She stammers, standing wide-eyed as Kate looks at her, unimpressed.

 

SAMI: John...Billie...you're here early!

 

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.

 

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At the Salem Central Bank, EJ sits opposite a bank manager in his office. The man, unseen by us, speaks to EJ from behind his desk.

 

BANK MANAGER: Mr. DiMera, what can I do for you today?

EJ: Well, I was wondering if you could help me access this safe deposit box, I believe this would be with your bank?

 

EJ presents the bank manager with the key he found in the living room safe at the DiMera mansion, and smiles confidently.

 

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DAYS #188: Sami's suspicious as EJ chases down a lead (11/06/14)

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EPISODE 188

Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco

 

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.

 

EJ: (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.

 

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.

 

EJ: Alright. Time to find out what's in you.

 

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.

 

EJ: Samantha!
SAMI: You're...you're ready awfully early. Where's the fire?

 

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. 

 

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.

 

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.

 

GABI: Well...all you gotta do is burn them, Gabi. And you're homefree.

 

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.

 

GABI: (voiceover) But what if I'm not.

 

Gabi takes a moment, and ponders over her situation more carefully, pacing the room as she thinks to herself.

 

GABI: (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.

 

Gabi stops herself as she stands before the fire, ready to toss the pictures in. 

 

GABI: Burn 'em, or keep 'em. (sigh) What are you gonna do, Gabi?

 

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.

 

Spotting Rafe nearby, he walks over to greet him.

 

NICK: Rafe! Good morning!

 

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.

 

RAFE: Nick. You're up awfully early. Got tired of tormenting my sister so you decided to torment me, hm?

 

Nick chuckles, giving him his trademark smirk as he follows a disintered Rafe around like a lost puppydog.

 

NICK: 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--

 

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.

 

RAFE: 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.

 

Nick leans in closer to Rafe, across the desk from him, still smiling smugly.

 

NICK: 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...

 

Rafe sits up suddenly, shocked by what he hears.

 

RAFE: What...are you talking about?
NICK: You haven't heard? She moved in last night with me at the Kiriakis mansion. 

 

Rafe laughs mockingly, shaking his head at what he perceives as a sick joke of Nick's.

 

RAFE: Give me a break. She'd never move in with the likes of you--
NICK: ...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--
RAFE: You sick...

 

Hope approaches at this moment, stifling Rafe's enraged reaction to Nick's news. She looks at Nick sternly.

 

HOPE: Ahhh...Roman's...not in yet. And I don't know if he will be today. Is everything okay here?

 

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.

 

RAFE: Like Hell it is. This clown just told me Gabi moved in with him.
NICK: Like it or not, Rafe...it's true.
HOPE: Now, hold on. Rafe, just cool--
RAFE: I'm not cooling down, Hope. Look, I gotta go talk to my sister. Find out what the Hell's going on.

 

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.

 

NICK: Tell her I won't be long, Rafe!

 

Nick chuckles to himself, as Rafe storms off. Hope stays behind, unimpressed by Nick's harrassing way.

 

HOPE: Your mother wouldn't be very impressed by you right now, you know.

 

Nick's smug look disappears, as Hope motions Nick toward Roman's office.

 

HOPE: Don't worry, I'm not gonna call her. Come on with me, I wanted to talk to you anyway about last night.

 

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.

 

HOPE: 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...

 

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.

 

HOPE: 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.

 

EJ: Samantha...I umm...I have to head out to a...an early meeting.
SAMI: Meeting? It's like...not even 8am, EJ.
EJ: 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?

 

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.

 

SAMI: Right.

 

EJ isn't sure if Sami has bought his story, and watches her walk to the coffee carefully.

 

After a moment, Sami turns to respond further to EJ.

 

SAMI: 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.

 

EJ sighs, responding somewhat more naturally to this than his previous statement.

 

EJ: Yeah. Trust me, I know. Gonna try to make sure of that.
SAMI: Right? Ummm...why don't you call me when your meeting's done, okay?

 

EJ nods, walking over to Sami, and giving her a goodbye peck on the lips.

 

EJ: Absolutely. Let me know how the meeting with Kate goes, alright?
SAMI: Yeah. Will do. Love you.
EJ: Love you.

 

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.

 

SAMI: Mmmhmm...

 

Sami pulls out the tablet from the top drawer. Shifty-eyed, she turns it on, and begins to tap the screen.

 

SAMI: Alright, EJ. Let's see who this so-called "meeting" is with.

 

Sami tries to log in and is immediately successful.

 

SAMI: (sigh) EJ, you really need to be better at passwords if you're gonna be married to me.

 

Sami smiles, pleased with herself at getting access to EJ's tablet so quickly, before opening up the Calendar app.

 

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.

 

SAMI: Aaaaand just as I thought. Nothing.

 

Sami sets the tablet down on the desk, sighing as she looks around the room, trying to figure out what EJ's up to.

 

SAMI: Alright, EJ. What are you not telling me?

 

---

 

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.

 

HOPE: Nick! 

 

Nick begins to bring himself into check. He breathes deeply, while Hope looks on, deeply concerned for him.

 

NICK: I'm okay. I promise. Umm...Hope, do you have a glass of water or anything?
HOPE: Yeah! Yeah, one sec.

 

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.

 

Hope returns with the glass of water, and Nick downs it and the pill quickly.

 

HOPE: Here.
NICK: Thank you.
HOPE: Nick, are you sure you're okay? This...this isn't because of the light falling last night, is it?

 

Nick shakes his head quickly, trying to not upset his head any futher, as he tries to focus himself to talk to Hope.

 

NICK: No, no. This started before then. I'm okay, though. Um...did you...did you make any progress on that, by the way?
HOPE: 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.
NICK: 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.

 

Hope sits down next to Nick, as they both lean on the edge of Roman's desk.

 

HOPE: 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?

 

Nick shrugs, speaking unusually candidly to his cousin, without the dastardly pretense he usually carries himself with.

 

NICK: 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.

HOPE: But you didn't see anything or anyone unusual in the studio at all?
NICK: No.
HOPE: What about Jerome Grant? Did you see him at all?

 

Nick takes a moment to think it over, before slowly shaking his head.

 

NICK: 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.
HOPE: 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.
NICK: No, you're right. 
HOPE: 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.

 

Nick nods, taking a moment to compose himself before answering Hope.

 

NICK: 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.
HOPE: That's why you're here now, isn't it? You know who they are.

 

Abe's voice cuts through, causing Nick and Hope to look toward the door of Roman's office, where Abe has just walked in.

 

ABE: 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.

 

Nick looks a bit confused, but smiles at Abe's determined statement.

 

---

 

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.

 

KATE: Another good night with the good doctor?

 

Billie shuts the door to Kate's loft, giving her mother an annoyed look.

 

BILLIE: As a matter of fact, yes. Thank you.

 

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.

 

KATE: I told you to be careful with Daniel, honey.
BILLIE: Mother....just because you've had your problems with Daniel doesn't mean I will.
KATE: 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.
BILLIE: Mom!

 

Kate shrugs, before picking up her bowl to eat her breakfast.

 

KATE: Okay, he didn't REALLY do anything to Phillip and he doesn't know Rex or Cassie, thank God, but other than that--

 

Billie becomes exasperated with Kate, cutting her off a second time.

 

BILLIE: Mother! Enough! I get it!
KATE: 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!
BILLIE: Well, that makes one of us, because I know I won't get through to you.

 

Kate downs a spoonful of her breakfast, before pointing her spoon once again Billie's way to help make her point.

 

KATE: Mm! You're right. You won't.

 

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.

 

KATE: So, what's on the agenda today? You going to the big gala at the Penthouse Grille tonight?
BILLIE: I will be, yeah. I'm hoping we can get this business with Sheryl, Jordan, and Nick finally finished tonight.
KATE: 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!

 

Billie pauses a moment before responding, less confident than her mother.

 

BILLIE: I'm not so sure about that, honestly.

 

Kate looks back at Billie, a little confused.

 

KATE: What do you mean by that?
BILLIE: 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.
KATE: We'll get them. I have faith in you, and in Abe.
BILLIE: Well, let's hope so.
KATE: Want me to pick you up?

 

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.

 

BILLIE: No, it's fine. I'm going to the hospital to visit Theresa first, and Daniel's gonna drive me over.

 

Kate takes the last bite of her breakfast, before holding her spoon up, wagging it disapprovingly at Billie again.

 

KATE:  More bad decisions.
BILLIE: Whatever, Mother.

 

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.

 

---

 

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.

 

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.

 

GABI: Do I? Or don't I?

 

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. 

 

She sighs again, nodding slowly.

 

GABI: It's the best insurance. Just in case EJ's playing both sides. Now I have some power.

 

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.

 

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.

 

GABI: Rafe!

MAGGIE: Ahh...Gabi...Good morning! Rafe's here to see you.

 

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.

 

GABI: Awesome! What...what did you want, Rafe?
RAFE: Gabi...you and I need to have a little chat.

 

Gabi tenses up, not sure what exactly is going on, as Rafe looks at her stoically.

 

---

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DAYS #187: Anita reaches out to Brady, Alex tries to make it up to Noelle (11/05/14)

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EPISODE 187

Written by A. Washington-Beeby
Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco

 

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.

 

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.

 

Alex is somewhat oblivious to his wife's intentions, prompting her to speak up.

 

NOELLE: Have a good shower?

 

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. 

 

ALEX: Yeah. Wasn't bad.

 

He puts the briefs on under his towel, before ripping the towel off, and hanging it on the back of the bathroom door.

 

ALEX: Just what I needed really, after the day I've had.

 

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.

 

NOELLE: Well...You can tell me all about it....or maybe, I can be a distraction from it.

 

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.

 

ALEX: It's okay. Babe, I just need rest.

 

Noelle rolls her eyes, before gently massaging her partner's shoulder.

 

NOELLE: It's fine. If you want...I can help you relax a little.
ALEX: (laughs) I'd love it, but...I don't wanna put you to any trouble.

 

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.

 

NOELLE: It's no trouble at all. 

ALEX: Noelle, I...I just need to unwind a bit before bed.
NOELLE: Then let me help you.

 

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. 

 

ALEX: NO!

 

Noelle looks on, stunned by Alex's explosive reaction.

 

---

 

 
The darkness of Eric's suite at the Salem Inn is broken by Eric and Nicole opening the door, and stepping inside. As the light turns on, Nicole groans, exhausted from the events of the day.

 

Nicole cuts ahead of Eric, and flops down on the bed. 

 

NICOLE: I never want to get up from this bed as long as I live.

 

Eric chuckles to himself, despite also being exhausted. He drops his car keys on the chest of drawers next to the door.

 

ERIC: You know you're gonna have to eventually.

 

Nicole winces, pained by the mere suggestion of another work day. She whines back at Eric, prompting him to chuckle again.

 

NICOLE: Noooo, I don't wanna. My feeeet.

 

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.

 

ERIC: Maybe this'll help?

 

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.

 

NICOLE: Ugh, yeah. Yeah, that helps.

 

Eric smiles, as Nicole lays back on the bed, looking as though she's in absolute heaven. As Nicole lays back on the bed, Eric massaging her feet out of shot.

 

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.

 

ERIC: You know what?
NICOLE: Mmm, what?
ERIC: Well. I figure tonight is as good a night as any to make up for our honeymoon night.

 

Eric kisses Nicole's lips, before Nicole turns her head, seeing Eric stare lovingly in her eyes.

 

NICOLE: I think you're right.
ERIC: Good.

 

Eric kisses Nicole again, as Nicole suggests something in return, as he nibbles her earlobe, before kissing down the side of her neck.

 

NICOLE: We spend all night together. Here. Just us. Making love all night.

 

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.

 

ERIC: Ahh...maybe not.
NICOLE: Wh...Eric, why?
ERIC: Mom's asked me to take a DNA test with my dad tomorrow morning.

 

Nicole looks stunned, lifting herself quickly up from the bed.

 

---

 

Outside Anita's cabin, Brady sits in the passenger seat of Anita's SUV, sobbing. 

 

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. 

 

After a moment of not noticing her, Anita gently knocks on the window. Brady looks up, red-eyed and visibly in turmoil. Anita motions to the lock, asking Brady to unlock the door to the passenger side without saying a word. 

 

Brady sighs, taking a moment before he reluctantly obliges. Once he reaches across the vehicle and unlocks the door, Anita gets in.

 

They both sit, completely silently for a moment. Anita looks at Brady's hands, clutching tightly to the steering wheel. For a moment, Anita raises her hand to rest hers on Brady's, but she thinks better of it, and sets her hand back in her lap.

 

Instead, she speaks up.

 

ANITA: Brady....

 

Brady doesn't respond, his head resting on the steering wheel. Anita makes another attempt to speak to him.

 

ANITA: 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--

 

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.

 

BRADY: If you love me so damn much, you would've left me in that damn river to drown!

 

Anita looks back at Brady, stunned by his pained statement.

 

---

   

---

 

Noelle rips her arm out of Alex's tight grasp, enraged by his sudden burst of anger.

 

NOELLE: Don't you EVER grab me like that again!
ALEX: Well, don't put me in that position again!

 

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.

 

ALEX: 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.
NOELLE: It never is.

 

Alex frowns, confused by Noelle's statement.

 

ALEX: What do you mean by that?
NOELLE: 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.
ALEX: Well...you know, things have been incredibly busy since we got here. You know that!
NOELLE: I do!

 

Noelle walks in closer to her husband, and runs her hand down Alex's muscular arm sensuosly.

 

NOELLE: And I also know how you used to enjoy unwinding from a day like that.

 

Noelle's hand runs down Alex's chest, but he grabs her hand in his before she can make her way south of there.

 

Noelle looks up at Alex, who gives a playful smirk as he pulls her into a quick kiss on the lips.

 

ALEX: You're right. But tonight isn't the night. 

 

Noelle rolls her eyes, as Alex keeps his grip on her hand, making sure she listens to what he has to say.

 

NOELLE: Uuggh, whatever--

ALEX: ...No, I'm serious. Noelle. Listen to me. 

 

Noelle stops verbalising her disappointement, as Alex takes his hand and turns her head to face him. Staring deeply into her eyes, he continues.

 

ALEX: 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.

NOELLE: Mmhmm.

 

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.

 

ALEX: 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?
NOELLE: Okay.

 

Alex sets the invite back down, before resting his head on her shoulder, gently caressing her face as he continues.

 

ALEX: Just you. Me. A bottle of champagne. Soft music. Softer lighting.

 

Noelle finally cracks, giggling as Alex lips gently graze the side of her neck.

 

NOELLE: (laughs) Stop. The lights aren't even on a dimmer.
ALEX: There's always candlelight. Use your imagination.
NOELLE: Alright, fine. It's a deal.

 

Alex smiles, lifting his head from his wife's shoulder.

 

ALEX: Good. I love you.
NOELLE: I love you too.

 

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.

 

---

 

Eric sits up at the edge of his bed, next to Nicole, as he attempts to explain his plans for tomorrow to her.

 

NICOLE: Eric, what do you mean, a DNA test?
ERIC: Yeah, I know. (sigh) It's...it's complicated, but...my mom asked me to be there, and...
NICOLE: Does she not think you're Roman's son, or...
ERIC: No, she does. It's just...she doesn't know if the man we've been calling my father...is my father.

 

Nicole looks even more confused than before.

 

NICOLE: I think I'm more tired than I thought. I'm even more confused than before! What are you talking about?

 

Eric tries to hold back his laughter, as he tries to explain the situation in more detail.

 

ERIC: No, see...there's been...a lot of confusion over the years about who actually is Roman.
NICOLE: Right? Didn't your family think John was Roman at one point?
ERIC: 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.

 

Nicole looks immediately concerned.

 

NICOLE: Passed down? Like what?
ERIC: Like...dementia. 
NICOLE: (sigh) Right. First your grandmother, then your dad.
ERIC: 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.

 

Nicole nods. She looks pensive for a moment before responding.

 

NICOLE: I mean...I get that you wanna help your mom, but...what about Sami.

 

Eric rolls her eyes, sighing immediately upon hearing Sami's name.

 

ERIC: Sami won't do it. In fact, she's livid with all of us for even doing the test at all. 

 

Nicole responds with more than a hint of derision and mockery in her voice.

 

NICOLE: She figures it's Marlena trying to take her daddy away again.
ERIC: Nicole, you know that's not fair. My dad being gone so long really messed with Sami...and with me.

 

Nicole nods, immediately regretting her snarky remark.

 

NICOLE: No, you're right. I'm sorry. Umm...do you want me to be there for you? Just in case...or...?
ERIC: 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.

 

Nicole gives Eric a half-smile, slightly disappointed that he didn't need her there.

 

NICOLE: Okay.

 

Eric notices Nicole's expression, and puts his hand under her chin, gently lifting Nicole's head back up to look into her eyes.

 

ERIC: Hey. Look, I'll take you to the Penthouse Grille gala tomorrow , though. Okay?
NICOLE: Yeah.
ERIC: And then...

 

Eric properly lays down on the bed, pulling Nicole in close to him.

 

ERIC: How about we take a weekend away. Just us, away from Salem. A little...mini-honeymoon.
NICOLE: I love it. Let's do it.

 

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.

 

---

 

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.

 

Steve mutters happily to himself.

 

STEVE: Jack's alive.

 

He turns to look at Bo from the flimsy, dirty cot he's sitting on.

 

STEVE: Bo, he's ALIVE!
BO: Maybe. Steve, we don't know if the reason that locket's there is because they took him somewhere and killed him.

 

Steve's face drops immediately, as Bo realizes the effect his words had on his friend.

 

BO: Sorry, Partner. I didn't mean that. 

 

Bo walks closer to Steve, trying to reason with Steve.

 

BO: Look, there is a good chance Jack is alive. But I don't want you to get your hopes up. Especially when we don't even know how WE'RE gonna get outta here.

 

Steve becomes emphatic, getting up from the cot, and walking over to the cell's door, studying it as he talks.

 

STEVE: Oh, we are getting outta here, one way or another! I'm gonna make sure of that, my man.
BO: Yeah, well, even if we do...
STEVE: I know, I know. It's not just us we have to make sure get out of her alive.
BO: Exactly.

 

Steve puts the locket in his jeans pocket, before looking around the cell for anything that might help.

 

STEVE: Well...what we could do....is start an argument...raise holy hell in here, get the guards attention. When they come, we knock em out and steal the keys.
BO: Yeah, great plan, but we still gotta get...
STEVE: I know, still gotta get our neighbour out. That's gonna be...
BO: Next to impossible with the amount of security Stefano has in this place.

 

Bo walks over to look over at the cell across the hall from them, where the Patient sits, still tied up. Bo is increasingly concerned as he watches the Patient passed out before him, his hands and legs bound to a steel chair.

 

BO: But we can't just let him stay here. We gotta get him out.

 

Steve walks over, joining his friend in looking at the Patient, as Steve puts a comforting hand on Bo's shoulder.

 

---

 

Anita sits back in shock by Brady's words, as they sit in her SUV together. 

 

ANITA: Brady--
BRADY: I mean it, Anita. You should've just left me to drown. 

 

Anita goes to grab Brady's head to pull him in close to her in an embrace, but Brady rebuffs her immediately.

 

ANITA: Shhh--
BRADY: No! Get your hands off me! 
ANITA: Brady, I--
BRADY: 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?

 

Anita looks down, ashamed of the pain she's put her family through.

 

ANITA: I let you down, and I let your mother down. I know that. But Brady, I AM your grandmother. 
BRADY: Prove it.

 

Anita holds up the book she brough with her from inside the cabin.

 

ANITA: If you ask your uncle about the lengths everyone went to to get their hands on this, they'll tell you. 

 

Anita hands the book to Brady. Reluctantly, he takes it from her. She tightens her grip momentarily as Brady takes it into his hand.

 

ANITA: Be careful. There's some loose pages in there. Those are the pages you'd want to read most closely.

 

Brady takes the diary gently in his hands.

 

ANITA: 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.

 

Brady studies the cover, afraid to open it, despite wanting to know the answer to his questions.

 

ANITA: You don't have to read it now. But I hope you do. And carefully.

 

Brady looks down at the book, his hands shaking. Anita notices, and puts her hand over Brady's. This time, he lets her.

 

ANITA: 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.

 

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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