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Follow the lives of the residents of Salem. This blog begins with events following the February 14, 2014 episode of the TV series, taking it on a new course based on events prior to that date.


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Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Theresa lays back in her bed, spent after some wild lovemaking with Brady. She looks up at the ceiling, trying to slow her breathing a bit, before turning to look at Brady. He turns to face her as well, a look of relaxed satisfaction across his face.

THERESA: You know what confuses me about you?

BRADY: What's that?

THERESA: How you can be so much fun, and yet everyone I meet tells me how miserable you supposedly are, and how concerned they are about you.

BRADY: Why's that confusing? From what I've seen and heard, they do the same damn thing to you.

THERESA: Yeah, well. I was pretty miserable for a long time. You would be too if you lived with my mom.

BRADY: Hey, hey, now. Let's not kill the mood. I don't want you to get down and start thinking about all your problems. This here's about the good times, right?

Theresa looks at Brady with a big smile. She relaxes a bit.

THERESA: That's right.

Just then, Theresa gets a text message. She leans over to her bedside table to check it, she texts back quickly, furrowing her brow a bit, then laughing to herself. Brady takes some notice, but doesn't seem especially bothered.

BRADY: What's that about?

THERESA: Oh, just a friend of mine in LA. She works for one of those big celebrity news sites, she just sent me something about a singer back there, fell out of a car and flashed everybody. You know, the usual Hollywood drama.

BRADY; Yep. That sounds about right.

They have a laugh, before Brady has an idea and turns to Theresa.

BRADY: I got an idea.

THERESA: Ooo! What's that?

BRADY: Well...my friend in Chicago, he's opening up a new club. Sort of an exclusive sorta club thing. He invited me to the grand opening in a couple weeks. How about I take you as my date.

THERESA: Really? But I don't have anything nice enough for that.

BRADY: And that's why I would be taking you shopping for it, obviously!

THERESA: Oh my god, Brady. You are the best!

Theresa leans over and kisses Brady sensually, Brady kisses back and rolls over on top of her. They're off for Round 2.


Nick focuses on his computer. He studies the search results on his screen before stumbling on a link near the bottom of the results page tht catches his eye.

NICK: Well, well. What is this?...

The link connects to a news story from an international business site on EnerNext.

NICK: (mumbling to himself) EnerNext today entered a multi-billion-dollar deal with Greek-American firm Titan Industries. The deal will see thousands of high-paying new jobs created in the energy sector in the upper midwest near Titan's Salem headquarters.

Nick looks up from his computer, a knowing smile crosses his smarmy face.

NICK: Gotcha!

Nick picks up his phone and calls Percy back. Nick's beaming with pride as he speaks into his phone.

NICK: Percy! I think I've found exactly what we need to bring down the energy company, and everyone else, all in one big fell swoop.




Jennifer sits in Daniel's office, visibly upset by the revelation that his fling with Nicole was another lie.

DANIEL: Look, Jenn, it was for a good reason, I swear. We just...we needed to make sure Eric accepted our help, and he wouldn't knowing that Nicole was in love with him.

Jennifer almost bounces out of her chair, she stands up suddenly to face Daniel, she steps towards in him, pointing angrily at him, which intimidates him a bit. He backs up as she advances.

JENNIFER: Oh, and that's supposed to make it all better! I'm supposed to just forgive all the months of lies and the feeling that you were spiting me by hooking up with not just Theresa, but the woman who threw herself down a flight of stairs just so she could frame me for her baby's death? All so she could get me out of the picture? I mean, have you completely lost your mind, Daniel?

DANIEL: Jenn, I thought we were past all this stuff with Nicole.

JENNIFER: Well, we would have been if you hadn't moved her in and made out like you were the hot new couple of Salem.

DANIEL: Okay, it's not like we were out all over town parading this great romance in your face or anything, but we had--

JENNIFER: You had to make it convincing. I know.

Jennifer cools off a bit before continuing.

JENNIFER: Look, I want to forgive you, I really do. I mean, you did all this for all the right reasons. But you hurt me so much for so long, Daniel. It's been too long, it's too late. I'm sorry.

Daniel stands back. He looks at the ceiling and tries to breathe, as Jenn walks out, fighting back tears that have come back. As Jenn closes the door behind her, she breaks down in tears. Inside, Daniel can be heard, throwing a small vase of flowers across the room, shattering them. He screams out in pain.

DANIEL: Dammit!

Jenn can hear him from outside, as she sobs, slowly breaking down in tears against his door.


Sami stands in Nicole's office doorway, arms folded. Nicole is behind her desk. Irritated that Sami is there at all.

NICOLE: Security needs to be tightened around here, I think.

SAMI: Probably. I mean, how'd you get in here, anyway?

NICOLE: My God, you're hilarious! You should take that show on the road.

Nicole stands up from her chair, pauses a moment, waiting for Sami to say something. When she doesn't, she gestures in confused frustration.

NICOLE: What exactly are you doing here anyway?

SAMI: I've come to give you a warning.

NICOLE: Oh this oughta be good.

Nicole sits back down in her office chair, throws her hands out the sides, with a ready smile.

NICOLE: Alright, Sami. Let me have it.

Sami begins to slowly walk towards Nicole's desk, pointing her finger at Nicole angrily.

SAMI: You can make light of this all you want, but you're the reason my brother's out of the priesthood, and you know it.

NICOLE: Oh here we go--

SAMI: You manipulated him into this. That's all you've been doing this entire year. And now you're here, sitting back all smug and satisfied, because you finally got what you wanted. But I'm here to tell you, Nicole. That's not gonna last. Your true colours are gonna come out real soon, and my brother's gonna see you for the cold-hearted bitch you really are.

Sami is now leaning against Nicole's desk, shooting daggers at Nicole. Nicole still sits back in her chair, appearing unfazed. She slowly begins to clap as loud as possible.

NICOLE: Bravo, Sami! Bravo! What a performance. But it's not gonna make me crack. And your brother is mine. And that's how it's gonna stay. Got it?


Lucas steps into Club TBD. He sits down at a table with work files. Sheryl walks in not long after. She spots Lucas and smiles broadly at him. Lucas nods to her formally, with his usual slightly annoyed look. Sheryl isn't sure how to respond, but approches him anyway after ordering herself a coffee.

SHERYL: Lucas! How are you?

LUCAS: Sheryl.

SHERYL: Lucas. What's...what's going on? Why are you so...uptight?

LUCAS: Is that really any way to talk to your boss, Sheryl?

SHERYL: Lucas, what's up with you?

LUCAS: Look, I don't think...

Lucas realizes he's doing exactly what Kate told him not to do and begins to backtrack.

LUCAS:(begins speaking quietly) I don't think we should be quite so...open about spending time together. People might talk, okay?

SHERYL: O...kay?

LUCAS: Look, I just...I don't want to rock the boat, okay? You're new, I want everyone to be comfortable with you at work. I don't want people spreading any gossip, you know?

SHERYL: That's really sweet of you, but everyone's been more than gracious at work.

LUCAS: Well, that's good to hear.

Lucas looks back at his paperwork, Sheryl's brow furrows at his inattentiveness. She sits down in response, looking Lucas straight in the eye, trying to catch his attention.

SHERYL: Hello? Earth to Lucas. What's bugging you? I can totally tell something's up.

Lucas thinks back to Kate informing him of Sheryl's true identity. He snaps back to reality.

LUCAS: Alright. I'll tell you. It's you.


Gabi is sitting on a park bench alone, thinking on her nightmares about Nick, flashing back to the night he attempted to rape her. She gets incredibly tense at the thought of it, and at that same moment, a hand rests on her shoulder. Gabi is jolted back to reality and is shocked.

GABI: NICK! Get off me!

Gabi blurts this out, not realizing who's behind her is actually Nick. Nick is shocked by Gabi's outburst. Gabi looks his way, terror in her eyes.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson


Sami is in the garden, deep in thought, thinking back on her fight with EJ, his revelation about his raping her, and their son together, Johnny. Sami thinks of him, but for the first time, Sami connects her young son with EJ's ultimatum in the car during the snowstorm. Her pain, her feeling of violation, her sense of helplessness in the situation. She flashes back further in that moment to her rape as a teenager. She tries to stop the associations, but the flashbacks overwhelm her, she begins crying.


Johnny spots Sami from the house and emerges from inside to run over to her to give her a hug.


JOHNNY: Mommy!!


Sami winces at his touch, but holds it in. She tries to keep a cool head, but she still needs time to think and alone time. She hugs Johnny back, but pulls away quickly.


SAMI: Hey Johnny.

JOHNNY: Mommy, you look sad. What's wrong? Did you have another fight with Dad?

SAMI: Of course not, honey. I just...I need some time alone to think. But it's sweet you came to see me. But...I need you to do me a favour.

JOHNNY: What's that?

SAMI: I need you to go upstairs and do whatever homework you have. And I promise you I'll bring home something tasty from the bakery when you're done, okay?



Johnny excitedly runs back into the house. Sami watches Johnny run inside before breaking down in tears, slumping down in the grass.







Kim holds her hand out to Theresa again, as they stand in the hallway of the apartment block.


KIM: Look, Theresa, I tried to tell you I was coming to see the apartment about 6 times. You never answered.

THERESA: Well, I was busy. In fact, I'm still busy. I'm on my way out.


Theresa brusquely shuts the door to her apartment and locks it up, almost to prove a point to Kim that she's unwelcome inside. Before stepping away, she points her key at Kim.


THERESA: Look, do me a favour. Don't come knocking on my door for "friendly visits", and for God's sake, don't spy on me. I'm an adult, and I don't need you or anyone else in this family of Polyannas to come check up on me. Got it?


Theresa storms off to the elevator. Kim sighs heavily. The landlord stands awkwardly in the hall next to Kim, unsure what to do or say.


LANDLORD: So...I assume you've met your new neighbour before?


Kim shoots the landlord a look.




Roman, Kate, and Lucas are at Roman's office at the police station, going over Roman's discoveries on Jordan & Sheryl.


ROMAN: So...Kate, you are going to have to keep Jordan around at all costs. I see she's with Rafe. Support them, or at least appear to. Whatever you do, you cannot make it obvious that you're onto her. At any cost. Same goes for you, Lucas. I need you both to keep Sheryl on your payroll. Make it seem like nothing has changed.



Lucas looks sick after that statement.


LUCAS: I may have already blown that.

KATE: What do you mean by that?

LUCAS: Well, I ran into Sheryl at Club TBD earlier and I...I admit, I was acting really standoffish.

KATE: Do you think she suspects anything?

LUCAS: It's possible. But I think I can maybe calm her nerves later on. I'm gonna meet her for dinner at Chez Rouge after this.

ROMAN: That's good. That'll keep her suspicions at bay for now. Now, here's what we're gonna do. The ISA is going to send over an agent to work with you at MadWorld, and their sole function will be to suss out exactly what Sheryl and Jordan are up to, and they'll be working overtime to try to stop them before anything serious goes down.

KATE: Well, how will I explain this to my other employees? Is it going to be someone I can use? I mean...I can't just throw some random person into the executive team.

ROMAN: You won't have to. The ISA is sending Billie. That way, no one's suspicions will be raised, and you'll have someone who knows your company.


Kate smiles, impressed that Roman truly thought of everything with this plan.


KATE: Roman Brady, you're a genius.




Brady enters Chez Rouge. Maggie greets him at the door, a hesitant smile on her face.


MAGGIE: Brady.

BRADY: Maggie! Uh...I made...a reservation for two tonight.

MAGGIE: Oh really! Is this a date?

BRADY: Yes, it most definitely is, so I figured, where better to take a beautiful young lady than to the most intimate restaurant in town.

MAGGIE: Ohhh, don't flatter me, Brady. Come on now. I'll show you to your seat.


Maggie motions Brady over to a table, and talks with him as she heads over.


MAGGIE: I assume she's meeting you here, then?

BRADY: Yeah. She is, she should be along shortly so...


Maggie shows Brady to his seat. Maggie talks to him as he sits down.


MAGGIE: That's lovely. I'll be sure to send her your way. Listen...Brady, I want to tell you how glad I am to see you find someone new to connect with. I really do hope this is the start of a great new direction for you. You deserve it.


Brady smiles, somewhat surprised after not having heard a single word of praise in awhile.


BRADY: Thanks, Maggie. I appreciate that.

MAGGIE: Don't mention it. So who is this young lady you'll be dining with tonight?

THERESA: Her name's Theresa Donovan, and she's oh-so happy to be here.


Theresa takes Maggie by surprise, and Maggie turns around, all the joy and hope washed from her face as she looks at Brady's date.




EJ and Abby are inside Abby's office at the hospital. EJ has come to break off their affair, and, believing they are alone, is being rather candid about the whole issue. Little do either of them know that Anne Milbauer is around the corner, holding her cell phone on record.


Abigail is feeling a little uncomfortable after EJ explicitly states that he wants to end their affair, but refuses to let it show. She maintains her alluring presence.


ABBY: Why would you want to give this up, EJ? What is it? Did Sami give you a hard time?

EJ: Let's not go there, Abigail.


Abigail wraps her arms around EJ's neck, leaning in slowly for a kiss, her speech softer with every word.


ABBY: Why not? We seem to go there over and over...and over.


EJ ducks away before Abigail can plant a kiss on him. Anne stands, excited as all get-out over how juicy the whole situation is.


EJ: Enough, Abigail. I'm serious. Look, I need you to understand something. It's not just that it's inappropriate for you to be throwing yourself at me in your workplace, but you have to remember, Samantha and I...we have children together. Alright? I can't be risking what may be my last chance to allow my kids to grow up with both their parents together. Happy. I lost that chance at a very early age, Abigail. I won't put my kids through it as well.


Abigail becomes increasingly pensive as EJ speaks. Her facade of confidence and sensuality cracks, and the insecure girl in her re-emerges.


ABBY: My God. I've been so stupid. And selfish.

EJ: Abigail, don't beat yourself up over thi--

ABBY: And YOU! You want to pretend this never happened. Don't you? Just sweep me under the rug? Or maybe you wanna pull me out on special occasions when you haven't been getting any from Sami, huh? Business trips?

EJ: Abigail, you know this isn't just some cheap sex for me. I really do care for you.

ABBY: But that's the thing...that's what I just realized. It isn't just some cheap sex for you. It's control. You aren't getting sex from Sami. She's controlling you. And you wanna feel like the man, in charge of someone's emotions. And that's where I come in. Right, EJ?

EJ: That's not it at all, Abigail, I'm telling you. It's...look, something happened tonight. Something took over in me, and I...I said something I really shouldn't have. But it made me realize what's important in my life. And what's important to me is my family. Samantha, and our children. They are my family.

ABBY: I understand that, EJ. I really do. Your kids need you, Sami loves you, but that's the thing. You love control more than you'll ever love her.

EJ: That's not fair, Abigail.

ABBY: None of this is fair. I wish I'd never gone to Smith Island in the first place.


Abigail turns around, shaking her head, upset, and thinking hard about that fateful trip to the island cabin.


ABBY: But that doesn't mean I just turn my feelings off for you. I still want you. I really do wish that we'd been able to keep going this morning.

EJ: (with a little laugh) It's not all that, I promise you. Sex in the office just makes a mess for yourself to clean up later.

ABBY: This isn't a laughing matter, though, EJ. Look, I really need to...I need to clear my head.


Abigail turns to head out of the room, EJ grabs her arm to stop her.


EJ: Abigail. Wait. I'm sorry this hasn't worked out in your favour. But remember. I'm always here for you. No matter what. I want to remain your friend.

ABBY: How's that even gonna be possible, EJ?

EJ: You'll find a way. Remember, you're important to me. More than you know.


EJ turns and walks out of the office. Abigail tries in vain to hold in tears, as Anne walks into her office, applauding slowly.


ANNE: You know, that performance could've won you an Emmy. Good work, Abby!


Abigail turns around in horror to see Anne in her doorway.






Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Gabi guides a drunk Nick through the door to the loft. They stumble in, with Nick's arm around her shoulder, though Gabi's the one lifting his wobbly body down to the living room.

Once they reach the sofa, Gabi flops Nick down on it, nearly falling on top of him in the process. After an awkward moment, which surely could be taken for sexual tension, Nick looks at Gabi and asks her a question.

NICK: You never answered me before...was this like...date tonight...did you agree to go with me because you're afraid of me?

Gabi pulls herself up off the couch quickly, then heads over to the kitchenette to grab Nick a glass of water.

GABI: No. Nick, I went out tonight because I feel like you and I needed to...reconnect. That's all.

NICK: Well, good. I don't...want to scare you, Gabi. I loveyou.

Gabi cringes a bit at Nick's admission. She turns around, glass of water in hand. She hands it to him.

GABI: Here, drink up. You'll thank me in the morning.

NICK: Thank you, Gabi. I reeeally approa...appre...thank you.

Nick goes to drink the water, and dribbles all over his shirt. Gabi jumps into action and pulls the glass away from him.

GABI: You're slobbering all over yourself. Here, here, here.

Gabi unbuttons his shirt, which Nick takes a sign of interest. Gabi stops dead in her tracks, unsure what to do next. Nick leans in to kiss her, but passes out just before their lips touch. Gabi breathes a sigh of relief, as she lets Nick flop down on the sofa.

She jumps up, heading for her purse. She pulls out the bottle of pills she got from Liam.

GABI: Time for action, Gabi.


In her room at University Hospital, Abigail looks to EJ from her bed, shocked at what he just accused her of.

ABBY: I....what?

EJ steps closer to the bed, leaning against the front of it, staring directly into her eyes.

EJ: Abigail, I expect a straight answer from you. Is that my baby you're carrying?

Abigail's jaw drops, in disbelief that EJ knows about her pregnancy.




Gabi struggles to get Nick into his bed. Pulling off his wet shirt and taking off his pants, she grunts and grumbles in exasperation, trying to remove his clothes from his limp body.

GABI: My God, it's like mothering a 150lb baby. UGH!

Gabi falls back as Nick's trousers come off. She rolls her eyes, then lifts Nick's limp legs into his bed. She then takes off her own dress, before walking slowly over to her purse. Looking behind her repeatedly, afraid of beign caught, she pulls the bottle of pills back out from her bag, and makes her way quietly over to the bathroom.

Gabi closes the door behind her, and then immediately opens the medicine cabinet. Once inside, she finds Nick's bottle of Ibuprofen. Looking inside the bottle, she immediately dumps the bottle into the toilet and flushes them down it.

Quickly thereafter, she replaces the Ibuprofen with her lookalike pills. Putting the cap back on the bottle, she hastily shoves them back into the medicine cabinet, closes it, then hustles back into Nick's room, where she, uncomfortably, lays herself down next to him in his bed.

GABI: My God, this better work. I need to get Nick out of our lives, for good. This is the only way.


Sami walks over to Marlena and Kim, as Kayla steps out of Theresa's room. Kayla hesitates to smile as she steps out from the room.

SAMI: How's everything, is Theresa okay?


KAYLA: Well, she's still in a coma, but the surgery was a success. We managed to stop the bleeding, so...she'll be able to recover slowly.

KIM: But...how soon before she wakes up?

KAYLA: That's...the thing, Kim. We aren't sure how long it will take. She may recover in a matter of days, weeks, months. However long it takes for her body to recover from the trauma. She fell out of that car at a pretty high speed.

KIM: Oh God.

MARLENA: So, Kayla, you mean, there's a chance she may not wake up.

Kayla takes a moment before responding, hoping to retain her composure while answering.

KAYLA: It's a distinct possibility.

KIM: No...NO! Not my baby girl.

Kim leans into Marlena, who gives her a warm hug. Sami puts a hand on Kim's arm in comfort as well.

KAYLA: Look, we will keep you in the loop if anything changes, and you can come visit her whenever you want, Kimmy.

Kay gives Kim a hug, as Kim cries on her shoulder.

KIM: Can I....May I see her now?

KAYLA: Sure.

KIM: Thank you.

Kayla and Kim separate from their embrace, as Kim shuffles over to the door of Theresa's hospital room.

Once inside, Kim sees her daughter, just brought back into her life, once again ripped away from her. She tears up and rests her head on her daughter's shoulder, crying painful tears.

Outside the room, Marlena and Sami begin to talk.

MARLENA: So, what did EJ want?


SAMI: Oh, he and I were just discussing work stuff.

MARLENA: You sure about that? You seemed a bit rattled a moment ago. I nearly went over there but you seemed to hold it together.

SAMI: Eventually. It's not easy, but...I can't fall apart every time I see him, you know?

MARLENA: Just don't push yourself too hard.

SAMI: Mom, I won't. But thank you.

MARLENA: Anytime, Sweetie. Where is EJ now?

SAMI: I'm not sure, he sort of...just...ran out of here in a hurry to tell Abigail about the new project he wants her to work on in Europe. So...I guess he's in there.


SAMI: Yeah, looks like she'll be working from Italy for the next few months. Wish I could get away from him so easily.


Abigail backs herself up in her bed, afraid of EJ's reaction.

ABBY: I...okay, yes, it's yours.

EJ looks down and shakes his head. He walks back from the front of the bed, soaking in the realization that Abigail's baby is his. That Abigail even has a baby, for that matter. He explodes in anger suddenly, causing Abigail to sit bolt upright in fear.

EJ: Do you mean to tell me that you were just going to pretend you weren't pregnant and then whoops! One day you pop a baby out? Is that seriously what you were going to do?

ABBY: No! I was not...I--

EJ: So what was it then? Were you planning to abort the baby and not tell anyone?

ABBY: NO! I would never do that! EJ, I only found out a few weeks ago.

EJ turns, his voice dropping to a quiet, menacing tone.

EJ: And you never thought to tell me about it? You've had weeks, Abigail. Weeks! I don't know about you, but I think I have a right to know about something like this.

ABBY: I never said you didn't have a right to know. I just...I wanted to make this decision on my own, I wanted to tell you in my own time. After I'd made a decision and took care of it all myself.

EJ: Well, guess what? You waited too long, sweetheart.

ABBY: What do you mean?

EJ: There is too much at stake here. We haven't had sex since Feburary? March? That means you're now 6 months pregnant? Oh, you're doing quite well not showing but I see the signs now. And people are asking questions. Ones you'll need to answer for.

ABBY: So what do I do, EJ?

EJ: I'll tell you what you'll do.

EJ pulls a plane ticket he was going to give Anne from his jacket pocket.

EJ: You're going to take this, and you're going to get on a plane to Italy--

ABBY: ...What?

EJ: No questions! Sami and I have arranged for you to do some work for DiMera in Rome. You will do this work from the condominium we have in Rome. You will not go to DiMera's offices. Someone will come to you. When that baby is born, it will be adopted. You will return to Salem, refreshed, a new woman. And you will never speak of this again. Do you hear me?

ABBY: I...what?? How dare you?? How did you get Sami to agree to this? I don't get to even...see my baby? I'll never be able to...know them? What?? No, EJ. That's insane.

EJ: No, what's insane, Abigail, is you thinking that you could just cover your ears and pretend that nothing is happening when you're 6 months pregnant with the child of man that's to be married to another woman. This is the only way you and I will be able to keep our secret. Do you understand that? I'm not doing this TO you, I'm doing it for you.

Abigail, visibly angered by EJ's overbearing swift action, looks away, tears forming in her eyes. She breathes in deep, then sighs, throwing her hands up.

ABBY: Then I guess I have no other choice, now do I?

EJ: I knew you'd make the right decision.

ABBY: But here's the thing, EJ. After this, I never EVER want to speak to you ever again. Stay the Hell away from me. Forever. Got it?

EJ wordlessly turns toward the door, and walks out of the room, closing the door casually behind him. Abigail looks on in disgust.



DAYS #46: Aftermath





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson



Abigail steps into the Horton living room, feeling groggy from the previous night's sleep. She looks in the mirror, studying the bags under her eyes, and thinks back to her tryst with EJ.


She snaps herself out of it as Jenn walks in.


JENNIFER: Hey, Honey. You heading for work soon?

ABBY: Uh...yeah. Soon.


Jenn's a bit concerned by Abby's drowsiness. She walks over to her, as Abby tries to pretend she's fine.


JENNIFER: Honey, are you okay?

ABBY: Yeah, Mom, I'm fine.

JENNIFER: Are you sure? You've been so...down lately.

ABBY: Well...what do you mean?

JENNIFER: Well, you're tired all the time, you've put on weight, you're complaining about being sore when you get home from work. I mean, Abigail, you were never like this at the hospital. Are you sure you're enjoying working at Countess W?

ABBY: Yeah! It's good.


Jennifer isn't convinced, and presses some more, putting a hand on Abby's shoulder.


JENNIFER: Really? You know, Abigail, you can tell me anyth--


Abby finally snaps at Jenn, and turns sharply to face her.




ABBY: ...Yes, Mom! It's a great job, and I'm fine. Could you please just stop...badgering me.


Abby turns away and runs up the stairs, leaving Jenn in the living room, dumfounded.






Rafe and Jordan drive down the highway, heading away from Salem. Smiling, and enjoying the drive despite the heavy cloudcover.


RAFE: Yeah, it's gonna rain soon.

JORDAN: Well, we got at least a couple more hours to drive yet, so, at least we'll stay dry, right?

RAFE: Yeah. You know, I'm really glad you and I could get away for the weekend and you finally get to meet my mom. She's...pretty excited to finally meet you.


Jordan smiles at Rafe.


JORDAN: I'm really excited to meet her. Anita sounds like a lovely woman.


Jordan looks away, her smile fades as she thinks back to what Sheryl told her.






Sheryl looks matter-of-factly at Jordan, and, almost without emotion, issues a stern warning.




SHERYL: If you get involved with that cop, you keep it strictly business. You use him as an in to find out what you can about EnerNext, and we'll use that in to get what we need. Do not catch feelings, Kaylie. I'm serious.




RAFE: You alright?


Jordan snaps out of it, and turns to Rafe. She smiles again.


JORDAN: Yeah. I'm fine, just...thinking about work.

RAFE: Well, look. You've got a whole weekend to not think about work, so just...don't worry about it.

JORDAN: That's not always the easiest thing, and you know it.


Rafe takes Jordan's hand in his and quickly smiles at her, before looking back at the road. Jordan smiles back, feeling reassured.


The rain begins to come down against the windshield. Jordan looks out ahead. As she looks out, she sees a clearing off the upcoming embankment, with a group of cars lining the shoulder. Looking closer, she sees someone lying down on the side of the road.


JORDAN: Oh my God, Rafe. Pull over.

RAFE: What the...?


Rafe pulls over and Jordan jumps out, and he and Jordan jump from the car. Rafe walks over to where the people are gathered around the woman lying on the side of the road.


RAFE: What happened here?


A middle-aged man turns to Rafe and explains emphatically.


MAN: I was driving up behind when I seen these two drive right off the edge of the road here and off into the lake. The girl here jumps out and the car went right off the edge, I was freakin' out, ya know?

RAFE: What the...


Looking down, he sees that the woman on the ground is Theresa. As Jordan leans down to check Jordan's vitals, Rafe immediately calls into the station.







Sheryl and Nick are having something to eat at the Brady Pub. Discussing business, as per usual. Sheryl appears very pleased by Nick's news.


SHERYL: I got to admit, Nick. You've really surprised me.

NICK: Oh really?

SHERYL: Yeah. I mean, I didn't expect you'd be such a good ally in all this, but...I mean, you've got the media eating out of your hand, you've got all the technology in the world at your fingertips, and you've got the key to prime real estate for the oil sands project in your control. I couldn't have asked for a better ally.

NICK: And now that Brady is out as CEO, I think we'll finally be able to get Titan TV fully in our corner. And then the rest of Titan's house of cards will collapse right on cue.


As Nick says this, Sheryl raises her glass to toast him. As they clink glasses, Gabi walks into the pub. She spots Nick and walks over.


GABI: Nick! Hey! Sorry if I'm interrupting, do you have a moment?


Nick turns and smiles at Gabi. Sheryl looks up, and smiles Gabi's way.


SHERYL: Oh, don't mind me. I can make some calls. I need to take care of something anyway. If you'll excuse me.


Sheryl gets up and courteously steps away, spotting Jordan quickly heading for the front door to enter the pub. Sheryl motions to Jordan to turn back around and stay outside. Jordan obliges and heads back into the pathway outside the pub, where Sheryl steps out and meets with her.




SHERYL: I thought you and your cop were taking a "romantic getaway" this weekend.

JORDAN: Well, we WERE, and then we stumbled upon what might be something huge to help us win this whole thing. No violence, no fight, nothing.


Sheryl is in disbelief. She looks behind her to make sure no one is watching before turning back to Jordan.


SHERYL: Okay, what is it?

JORDAN: Theresa Donovan was in a car accident outside Salem. The car skidded and drove off an embankment and into the river, but Theresa managed to jump out before the car crashed.


Sheryl looks side to side, confused and disinterested.


SHERYL: What does that have to do with anything?

JORDAN: Rafe is pretty certain he knows who was driving the car.

SHERYL: Okay. Who?


Jordan leans in closer, a bit of a sinister's happy look on her face.


JORDAN: Brady Black.


Sheryl's face cannot hide the surprise of the news. Her eyes pop out a bit as she chokes out a reply.


SHERYL: What??




Inside, Gabi sits down across from Nick and smiles warmly.


NICK: So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

GABI: Well...I have something to ask you.

NICK: Yeeeees?


Nick leans in with interest as Gabi fights with everything in her not to recoil in terror, pretending to be at worst, pleasant, and at best, warm and engaging with Nick. She finally, after a few awkward seconds, gets up the courage to ask him.


GABI: ...Did you want to maybe...have dinner with me tonight?

NICK: Yes! I mean...absolutely, I'd love to. Uh...but where did this come from?

GABI: Oh I just...it's nothing. I just...I thought about what you said, Nick, and...I agree.


Nick looks on warmly, as though Gabi's his whole world. Gabi is a bit more reticent.


GABI: ...And I think that you've been....so good with this whole....living situation and...really great with Will and Sonny, and of course with Arianna.

NICK: I...love that little girl so much. As if she were my own flesh and blood.


Gabi smiles, she takes a moment before contining her thought.


GABI: So I wanted to thank you.And how better than a little...date between us.


Gabi cringes a bit as the thought of another date with Nick, but she hides it.


NICK: Okay, but only if I get to be the one to pay for it. You're not exactly a Rockafeller, you know.

GABI: (laughs) I know. (short sigh) Fine, it's a deal.


Gabi extends her hand to Nick, a cute smirk on her face, and the two shake.




Tyler and Maggie break their handshake as the door to Victor's office opens and Victor returns. He looks up and sees both Maggie and Tyler in his office.


VICTOR: Ah! Tyler. Excellent. I see you've met my wife.


Tyler clears his throat, and nods graciously to Maggie.


TYLER: Indeed I have. You're both very fortunate people. Maggie is lovely.

VICTOR: Well, thank you. I'd like to think after this many tries at marriage, I'd at least get one right. Now, is this the paperwork on how we'll be handling the switching over from Brady's control to mine?

TYLER: Uh...yes.

MAGGIE: Wait...you've taken over Titan from Brady.


Victor looks up from his desk, hesitant to share this news with Maggie.


VICTOR: Yes, there was a meeting this morning. Brady needs to enter rehab. He can't run a company in the state he's in.

MAGGIE: You were all gung ho about this before, what changed your mind.

VICTOR: Theresa Donovan and that video she filmed of Brady doing lines of cocaine in some seedy club, then immediately shared it with every vulgar celebrity tabloid she could think of. Something needs to be done.

MAGGIE: So it's damage control for Titan?

VICTOR: No! It just makes sense to do it this way. Either way, we've got important business to discuss, Maggie, sit down. Tyler, thank you.

TYLER: No problem, Vic. And, uh...it was lovely to meet you, Mrs. Kiriakis.


Maggie looks up as Tyler extends a hand once again. She smiles and shakes his hand gently.


MAGGIE: Likewise.


Victor is consumed by his work and pays no mind to the goings-on before him. Once Tyler leaves, Victor launches into his plan.


VICTOR: Okay, let's get down to business.

MAGGIE: Business?

VICTOR: Yes. I wanted to give you an anniversary gift...have a look.


Victor places before Maggie a paper, a proposal to re-open the Penthouse Grille, and naming Maggie as majority owner. A wide smile of surprise and disbelief crosses Maggie's face as she reads.




Abigail stands in her room, changing into her work clothes after a shower. She's deep in thought. She stops and notices herself in her full-length mirror. She's wearing a towel across her body and one over her head to help dry her hair.


Looking in the mirror, Abby analyses every curve in her body. Stretch marks that weren't there before. She runs her fingers along her thighs and to her lightly protruding belly.


She stops. As if something is hurting her, she recoils her hands away from her stomach. She stares at her stomach with an intense and distressed look, and tries to suck it in. When this doesn't yield the desired result, Abby takes the towel on her head and uses it to cover the mirror.


She walks over to her vanity, which has a letter on top from University Hospital. The letter is not, however, about her job there.


The letter, dated July 14, 2014, notes that Abby is at approximately 4 months pregnant, and that UH has confirmed her appointments with her OBGYN. Abigail looks over the letter carefully, a look of sickness across her face. She crumples up the letter and throws it across the room, after which she holds her head in her hands, trying to fight back tears.


ABBY: Damn you, EJ. Damn, damn, damn you!




Hope and Rafe are investigating the scene of the accident. The rain complicates their investigation, but they remain unfazed, though Hope is obviously concerned. She walks over to Rafe, who's just stepped away from the edge of the embankment, where he was talking to another investigator.


HOPE: So what's the word on the car?

RAFE: Well...they pulled it from the river, and they're just running the plates now to see whose it is. No driver inside. Seems Theresa opening the door may have helped whoever it was out. There's a chance the driver may be alive.


Hope looks over at the car being towed away from the scene. She looks at it with a look of recognition. Suddenly the lightbulb goes off.


HOPE: Oh my God. That's...that's Brady's car.

RAFE: You sure?

HOPE: Yeah, I see him drive that same one all the time with the cobra on the side. I mean, I don't know a lot about cars but...I'd know it anywhere. It's his baby. Damn it! I just...I was...we have to contact John and...oh my God...

RAFE: It's okay. I know.


As Hope's emotions begin to take over, Rafe puts a comforting hand on Hope's shoulder.




The elevator doors open at University Hospital as Theresa is wheeled into the Emergency Ward. The doctors and nurses kick into action as her unconscious body is wheeled into a room, as the doctors' talk in medical jargon.


Daniel, having been paged from his office, darts over to Theresa's bedside, ready to jump into action. He asks Maxine questions as he heads over.


DANIEL: What've we got?

MAXINE: Accident victim, thrown from a car just before it drove off an embankment. Patient is unconscious, with major fractures to her ribs, two broken arms, and a broken leg. Possible head trauma as well.

DANIEL: Thanks, Maxine. Let's have a look at he--


When he looks down, realizing who his patient is. He is stunned.


DANIEL: Oh. My. God.






Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultant: ML Cooks

It's a new morning in Salem. Roman begins the day walking into the Brady Pub, cell phone up to his ear, trying to talk over the person on the other end. Caroline walks over to him to greet him, two plates of breakfast in her hands, looking at him inquisitively. Roman instinctively knows she's asking who's on the phone and he mouths "Kate" at her. Caroline nods and mouths "Ohh" back before carrying on her way to an awaiting table.

Roman sits himself down at a booth and continues his conversation, finally getting a word in.

ROMAN: Kate....Kate, I can't meet you until later. Okay? I told you that last night. Look, we're swamped at the station right now. [pauses] I know, I know, I told you I'd meet you first thing this morning, but you see Eric called Marlena and I down here to the pub. He's got something he wants to tell us so....Yeah, I'll keep you informed. For sure. Alright.

Hanging up, Caroline leans against the opposite bench, a smile across her face.

CAROLINE: What did SHE want?

Roman dismissively waves his hand as he puts his phone away.

ROMAN: Ahh, nothing. She's just up in arms 'cos she had something to tell me last night and I didn't have the time to see her is all.

CAROLINE: Well, it sure sounded important to her.

ROMAN: Oh yeah, well, you know Kate, Ma. Everything is a big production.

CAROLINE (rolling her eyes): Ain't THAT the truth. Did you want something to eat?

ROMAN: Nah, I'm good with just a coffee. Marlena and Eric should be here any minute.

CAROLINE: Alright, suit yourself.

Marlena walks in, also with a phone in her ear. She says goodbye to the person on the line before sitting down.

ROMAN: Who was that?

MARLENA: Actually, that was Laura. She hadn't called in awhile. Just wanted to catch up.

ROMAN: Oh yeah? How's she doin'?

MARLENA: Relieved that JJ's sentencing is over and done with. She's actually hoping to visit soon, so that should be nice. Anyway, I hope you haven't been waiting long.

ROMAN: No, actually I just sat down a second ago. Ma's gone to get me some coffee.

MARLENA: Oh good.

ROMAN: So, you figure the diocese made a decision on Eric and that's why we're here?

Marlena's face drops a bit, as though she'd been putting on a tense smile this whole time and can finally drop the facade.

MARLENA: I can't see it being anything else. Unless there's been some new information that's come to light. I know Daniel was working on something.

ROMAN: Well, according to Hope, that didn't go anywhere, but they have a name now of the doctor that gave Kristen those drugs. I just hope it's not too little too late.

Eric walks into the pub. Marlena looks up immediately, and Roman turns with a start, revealing he's more on edge about this meeting than he's been letting on.




Kate walks into the MadWorld offices, only to find an empty secretary's chair in front of her office door. She calls out for her secretary.


Kate checks around the corner, seeing nobody, she rolls her eyes and walks into her office, cursing the entire way.

KATE: That damned useless secretary, I swear to God, I could wring her useless little--

Kate stops upon seeing the note on her desk from her secretary. She picks it up and reads it aloud.

KATE: Dear Kate, please accept this as my official resignation, effective immediately, I have found another positionDAMMIT.

Lucas walks in on Kate's tirade, a cool, calm demeanour eminating from him.

LUCAS: Well you're having a good morning.

KATE: Lucas, I don't want to hear it.

LUCAS: Hey hey! What did I do? Come on, I'm just, you know, saying good morning to my mother.

Kate stops and breathes heavily. She turns to Lucas, trying very hard to keep calmer.

KATE: Alright. Actually, I am glad you're here.


KATE: Oh yes. Looks like we need to do some more thorough background checks on new hires from now on.

Kate drops the article her PI handed her the previous night on the table. This time, a second picture appears. Sheryl's mugshot appears alongside Jordan's. Lucas is stunned.


Theresa lays in bed beside Brady, playing with her phone. She gets a twinkle in her eye. She has an idea. She leans over and nuzzles in next to Brady before taking a selfie. The flash stirs Brady into semi-consciousness, when he realizes he's being photographed, he snatches Theresa's phone.

THERESA: HEY! What the hell?!

BRADY: Oh no! You are NOT taking pictures of this.

Theresa gives him an exasperated look.

THERESA: Are you for real?


Marlena shuffles over to allow Eric to sit down. An uncomfortable silence looms over the table before Eric finally moves to break the silence.

ERIC: So...

MARLENA/ROMAN (talk over each other)

Marlena and Roman stop, look at each other and hold back a little laugh.

ROMAN: Go ahead, son.

ERIC: Well...I figure you both have some idea why you're here.

MARLENA: Did the diocese make a decision?

ERIC: No, not yet. But...well, they won't have to.

ROMAN: What da hell does that mean?

ERIC: Well, I've made a decision. I am going to leave the priesthood.

Marlena and Roman look on aghast. Eric's eyes dart between his two parents, preparing for the onslaught to follow.


Nicole walks into Titan TV, armed with her purse, her laptop bag, and a traveller mug filled with hot coffee. She strides confidently into her office and shuts the door. As she turns to head for her desk, she is stopped and scared stiff as her chair slowly turns around. It's Miles, holding a brown envelope exactly like the one she hid in her desk the previous night. Miles has a wide grin across his face as he holds the envelope up.

MILES: Good morning, Nicole! Were you looking for this?

Nicole immediately drops her mug on the ground in shock, spilling her coffee all over the office floor.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Nadia Bjorlin guest stars in this episode as Chloe Lane

Brady and Theresa step out of the long black car at the red carpet at a luxurious club. A young man helps Theresa, dressed in a slutry black dress, from the car. Brady meets her as she exits the car and they enter the venue together. Flash bulbs go off as many pictures are taken. This is clearly a big event in the Chicago Nightlife.

Theresa, arm in arm with Brady, stop for the pictures taken by press, before entering the main room of the club. It's a big space. Clearly more of an upscale venue.

Inside the club, the press disappears. Here is an exclusive venue, filled with posh folks in suits and couture dresses. Theresa looks around, almost overwhelmed by the glamour.

THERESA: I haven't seen anyplace like this since I was in LA. This place is fabulous.

BRADY: I told you, this was THE event of the year in Chicago. And you look like you fit right in.

THERESA: You're just saying that.

BRADY: No! You're probably the most dazzling woman in here tonight.

THERESA: And now I know you're lying.

Theresa wraps her arms around Brady's neck and pulls him in to kiss her.

THERESA: Keep up the good work.

Just as the two kiss, a familiar voice calls over to them.

CHLOE: Brady?

Brady turns around to find Chloe Lane before him. Brady beams upon spotting his good friend and old flame. They quickly come together in a warm hug and friendly kiss. Theresa is instantly unimpressed by the reconnection, and clears her throat loudly. Brady reacts and turns to put a hand on each woman's back.

BRADY: Uh...sorry, Theresa. This is my great, great friend, Chloe Lane. Chloe this is Theresa Donovan--

THERESA: ...Brady's girlfiend. Nice to meet you.

Chloe warmly extends her hand to an ice cold Theresa, who looks her up and down with some of the coldest looks outside of the Arctic Circle.


Anne stands virtually nose-to-nose with EJ in her office. EJ having just threatened to make her disappear.

ANNE: Big talk for a man who's virtually a lapdog to his daddy.

EJ: Big mouth for a woman in middle management at a hospital.

ANNE: I will have you know, I wield a lot more power than you think, and whether you want to admit it or not, pal, knowledge is power. And I got lots of it. So save your pompous speeches, and your name dropping, and your lousy plane tickets to Timbuktu. Because I'm not going anywhere.

Anne walks over to the door of her office, opens it and motions for EJ to leave. He slowly walks out, never once taking his glowering eyes off Anne. Anne smiles smugly as EJ saunters out.

ANNE: This year, Mr. DiMera. I've got work to do.

EJ steps out finally, and before EJ can retort, Anne closes the door in his face. EJ turns and begins to use his cell phone.

EJ: And indeed, so do I.

He holds the phone up to his ear as he steps away from Anne's office.

EJ: (into phone) Yes. She didn't bite. We will proceed as planned...Let me know.

EJ puts his phone away and mutters to himself, a bit of a smile on his face.

EJ: Let the fun begin.




Chloe and Theresa shake hands. Chloe shakes Theresa's with an earnest, firm grip. Theresa's, by comparison, is as limp as a dead fish.

CHLOE: How nice to meet you! How have I not heard about Theresa, Brady?

THERESA: Yeah, Brady! I mean, I know Chloe's good friends of Anne Milbauer but...I had no idea you two knew each other. Speaking of which, aren't you the one who got knocked up by Dr. Spray-Tan?

Chloe's tone quickly begins to change as she sees Theresa's obvious sense of threat.

CHLOE: You mean Daniel Jonas?

THERESA: Yeah, that's the one.

BRADY: Theresa, you remember how Daniel's a good friend of mine and all, right?

THERESA: Well, you know, we can't pick the winner every race, now can we, Sweetie?

Theresa pats Brady on the cheek before quickly turning her attentions back to Chloe for a moment.

THERESA: In all fairness, at least The Barbie and The Ape produced a really cute little kid. Guess it just goes to show you, miracles happen every day, right? Excuse me, I need a drink or six.

Theresa storms off, making a beeline for the bar. Brady looks apologetically to Chloe, who looks wide-eyed and awkwardly in Brady's direction.

CHLOE: Oook. That could've gone better.

BRADY: Yeaaah, well. She's got a bit of a temper, you know?

CHLOE: And a tiny bit of a jealousy streak.

BRADY: That too! Look, Chloe, I'm sorry for that. I'm really glad to see you, though. You performing tonight?

CHLOE: I am! They wanted me to open this place up in the grandest style so I'll be singing tonight and...hopefully get some major exposure from it all.

BRADY: I can't wait to hear it. It's good to see you.

CHLOE: Same here. Brady. Come visit more.

BRADY: Only if you do too.

CHLOE: Promise.

The two friends hug warmly, which only serves to aggravate an onlooking Theresa even more as she downs a shot of Tequila at the bar. Brady walks over to her and takes her by the arm, turning her around brusquely.

BRADY: What in the Hell was that for?


Will and Sonny walk through Horton Town Square together. They enjoy the evening air, looking relaxed, arm in arm. Will has a look of concern across his face that he's trying unsuccessfully to hide. Sonny catches it and looks to him.

SONNY: Okay, I know that face. What's wrong?

Will takes a moment to clue in and snaps out of his trance.

WILL: Huh? Oh, no. Just...lots on my mind right now.

SONNY: It's your mom, isn't it?

WILL: Well, yeah, but...I mean...I'm not worried about that so much. Grandma Marlena's got a colleague coming in from out of town to help out and, I dunno, I think it'll be just fine.

SONNY: Okay, so? What is it?

Will points to a mannequin in the Men's shop window, dressed in high-end designer clothes.

WILL: You see that? If I wanted to get that outfit right now, I could tell you, I could tell my mom, I could tell EJ, or my grandmother...and by tomorrow, one of you would probably get it for me.

SONNY: Do you want it? Cos I think it'd look fantastic on you.

WILL: Yeah, but Sonny, that's not the point.

Sonny looks, a bit confused at Will.

SONNY: Okay?

WILL: The point is I should be able to get things I want myself. I'm an adult. I'm a man with a baby and a fiancee and...I can't afford anything without someone else doing it for me.

SONNY: Come on, Will. You're a student.

WILL: And school's almost over. I need to be thinking of how I can pay my own way on my own terms.

SONNY: Well, come help me out at the club. I'm sure we can find you something.

WILL: No. No. That's not a good idea. I need to find my own way, Sonny. I can't be living off the goodwill of my family forever.

SONNY: Aww, you think I'm family.

WILL: Well, you are. And legally, soon, you will be.

Will takes Sonny by the arm again and they continue on their walk.

WILL: So speaking of which, should we have an engagement party?

SONNY: Well...


Marlena steps into Roman's office reluctantly. Roman looks up at her, shaken up. Billie turns to see Marlena. She smiles half-heartedly.

BILLIE: Marlena!

MARLENA: Billie! I didn't realize you were in town.

The two share a hug, but Marlena's concern shows through and she looks to Roman shortly afterwards, then looking to Billie to assess the situation before her.

MARLENA: Have I come at a bad time?

ROMAN: No, Doc. It's okay.

BILLIE: Roman and I were just...going over some things.

Marlena looks to an obviously troubled Roman.

MARLENA: Oh. Well...I...I just came to talk to you about Sami.

ROMAN: She alright?

MARLENA: Uh...yes. She just...it's complicated. Billie. Would you excuse us for a moment?

BILLIE: Sure. Umm...Roman? I'll be just outside and we can finish up.

ROMAN: Sure thing.

Billie closes the door behind her, leaving Roman and Marlena alone. Marlena's face grows more serious once Billie leaves.

MARLENA: Is something wrong?

ROMAN: Nah, it's...police business.

MARLENA: Okay. Well, I came to tell you about a conversation I had with Sami about her engagement.

ROMAN: Her what?

MARLENA: Roman, we've debated this a lot. Just the other day, even.

Roman's face lights up at the news, he gets up to head for the door.

ROMAN: No! Nobody's told me anything. I'm thrilled. Where's the big guy, I'm gonna go congratulate him now!

Marlena turns quickly to stop Roman from leaving the room.

MARLENA: What? Who are you going to congratulate?

ROMAN: Rafe, of course. That's who Sami's been with all this...

Roman stops as he sees the look of worry on Marlena's face. He stops dead in his tracks before taking his hand off the doorknob. He slams his hand on the adjacent filing cabinet, startling Marlena, but she approaches him nonetheless.

ROMAN: Dammit, Doc. Why am I forgetting everything? First Ma, now me? This isn't right, it's...

Marlena walks over to Roman to comfort him, gently holding his shoulders as he looks to the ground shaking his head in despair.


Anne walks through the park to get to her car. She walks quickly, but unafraid before hearing footsteps behind her. She turns around to see who is behind her, before dismissing the noises and carrying on.

The footsteps continue.

Anne stops this time. She turns around to see who's around her.

ANNE: Hello?

Hearing nothing, she carries on, heading into the parking lot where her car is located. She begins to pick up the pace as the footsteps continue. Just before reaching the parking lot, Anne turns around, now panicked, and hisses out to whomever is following her.

ANNE: Dammit, DiMera, you're not gonna intimidate me by putting your goons on me. Got it?

Hearing nothing again, Anne studies her surroundings carefully before continuing to the parking lot. Once there, she's so consumed by her concern that she steps out in front of an oncoming car. The car blares its horn as it tries to avoid hitting her.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Will walks into the living room of his apartment, putting his jacket on. Sonny, holding the baby, and Gabi, helping to finish dinner, turn, still concerned about Sami's disappearance.

SONNY: You going out to look for your mom?

WILL: Yeah. Still haven't heard back yet. Not even a text. I can't even get ahold of EJ so...yeah, I'm really starting to worry. So, Sonny, if mom comes around while I'm out, let me know, okay?

SONNY: Will do.

Will & Sonny kiss, and Will heads for the door. As he opens it, Sami appears in the doorway, still in a state. She sees Will and throws herself into his arms tearfully. Will is shocked and takes a moment to react before hugging his mother back.


Jordan walks into Chez Rouge alone, and looks around for Rafe. As she looks around, Rafe walks in behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. He leans in and speaks softly to greet her.

RAFE: Well, good evening, Miss Ridgeway.

A smile grows across Jordan's face, still facing away from Rafe, who's leaned in to kiss her neck delicately.

JORDAN: Hello, Mr. Hernandez. I'm so glad you're here.

Maggie walks in, a little worn down, but still trying to keep her happy face on.

MAGGIE: Rafe! Jordan! Good to see you.

RAFE: Hey, Maggie. We had a table for two reserved.

MAGGIE: Indeed you have. You're not the only ones tonight, though.

JORDAN: Oh? Who's here?

MAGGIE: Oh, well...Lucas is here with his date...Sheryl, I think.

JORDAN: Great! We'll have to say 'hi'

MAGGIE: And Jennifer's here with her date.

Rafe looks confused.

RAFE: Daniel's here with Jenn?

Maggie responds with more than a hint of indignation in her voice.

MAGGIE: Oh no. I'm talking about him. She's here with Liam Frazer. And to boot, Brady's here...with Theresa Donovan.

RAFE: Well, this is an awkward place to be then.

JORDAN: Look, forget about them. Maggie, is there a really private table somewhere you can sit us at so it can just be the two of us? (softly) I think Rafe was...really looking forward to that.

MAGGIE: I think I know somewhere. Come with me.

Maggie winks, and guides them over to a private booth in the back corner of the restaurant.

Brady hesitates to take the baggie of cocaine from Theresa, but as the waiter approaches with their meals, he quickly snatches it and hides it in his pocket. He gives Theresa an intense look, then winks. He thanks the waiter and they dig in. Not long after, Theresa's phone beeps. She has a text message from Anne.

just got abby 2 quit. 1 horton down, 1 2 go. come 2 my office NOW!

Theresa furrows her brow at the message.

THERESA: (under her breath) What has she done now?

BRADY: What has who done?

Theresa realizes she spoke aloud and struggles to cover her slip-up.




Jennifer and Liam sit at their table at Chez Rouge, laughing at a story Liam's telling Jenn.

LIAM: ...And so I knock on the door, and when this poor old lady answered the door, it turned out it was Sycamore EAST, not Sycamore West.

JENNIFER: Oh NO! (laughs)

Liam and Jennifer's hands come together in the middle of the table, and a warm, comfortable smile comes across Jenn's face.

LIAM: You're having a good time, right?

JENNIFER: I am. Today was a tough day, but, I gotta hand it to you, you have done a fantastic job of putting a smile on my face. I needed that tonight most of all. So thank you.

LIAM: My pleasure. You're really a special lady, Jennifer Horton. And I can't wait to spend more time with you.

JENNIFER: I'd like that. I feel this...connection with us, you know? Like I've known you for years. It really puts me at ease, you know?

Liam stirs a bit in his seat as Jenn makes this comment. He stares off into space a bit, and Jenn notices Liam's looking through her instead of at her.

JENNIFER: Liam? Liam, you alright?

Liam snaps out of it suddenly.

LIAM: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just...noticed the girl behind you. I know I've seen her at the hospital before, no?

Jenn turns around, and, upon seeing Theresa at a table behind her with Brady, Jenn's face drops.


Theresa fumbles with her phone, trying to cover up Anne's text from Brady.

THERESA: Oh, nothing. Just...that friend from LA with the tabloid connections. More ridiculous drama I don't have time for.

BRADY: Well, then I would put my phone away.

THERESA: Well, yeah, but what if work calls me?

BRADY: Oh right! Theresa Donovan, concerned about work after hours? Or at all, for that matter.

THERESA: Hey! That's not fair! I only didn't care about my job because I didn't get along well with my boss.

BRADY: Which I still don't get. Jennifer's a really sweet woman, and--

THERESA: ...And I. Do. Not. Care. Drop it. Anne is so much better to work for, anyway. She understands my way of doing...y'know, why are we even talking about work, anyway? Come on, let's enjoy the evening. You want to, maybe, hit up the club after dinner and really get crazy?

Theresa's suddenly seductive tone lures Brady in, and a knowing smile crosses his face.

BRADY: That sounds genius.

THERESA: What can I say? I'm always full of good ideas.

Theresa and Brady lean in for a kiss across the table.


Abigail saunters through the fog at the pier. Alone to think, she looks out at the sky, and through the mist, squints to see the full moon off in the distance. She sighs heavily, as from the fog, she hears footsteps approach, which startle her. A familiar voice rings out.

NICK: Rough night?

Abby relaxes upon realizing it's Nick. She stops short of smiling to greet him.

ABBY: You could definitely say that.

NICK: Mind if I join you?

ABBY: Not at all.

Abigail and Nick both sit down at a bench. They both stare out at the night sky (such as it is). Neither break their gaze to look at each other.

NICK: So what's eating you?

ABBY: Well...no one knows this but...I WAS going to start looking for my own place in town soon.

NICK: Oh yeah? Ready to fly the coop, eh?

ABBY: Yeah, though notice I say "was"?

NICK: Yeah! Did something happen?

Abby finally breaks her gaze to look at Nick, who turns to look back.

ABBY: Well...this has to stay exclusively between you and me, got it?

NICK: Lips: sealed.

ABBY: And if you ever tell anyone, I'll--

NICK: I get it, Abigail. Don't worry.

ABBY: Okay. Well...for lack of a better way of putting it...I got fired tonight. And it was for a really stupid reason too and...it's back to square one.

Nick looks at Abigail, empathy in his eyes. He ponders a moment, then turns to her again.

NICK: Not neccessarily.

ABBY: What do you mean?

NICK: Just...just wait. I have a feeling something's gonna come your way very soon.


Will and Sami separate from their hug, Will still confused as to what has got Sami so stirred up. Sami is still wiping away tears.

WILL: Mom, what's going on?

SAMI: I just...I just had a huge fight with EJ and it...it...I just needed to...oh God.

WILL: Come on, come on, let's set down a minute.

WIll takes Sami over to the sofa, Gabi takes the baby so Sonny can sit on the other side of Sami with Will.

SONNY: Did you want some water?

SAMI: (catching her breath) Got any whiskey?

SONNY: Well, not here, but...

SAMI: It's okay, Sonny. Just a joke. I'd love some water.

Sonny gets up from the couch and grabs a glass for Sami. Handing it to her, he stands back with Gabi and the baby.

SAMI: I...I just....EJ said something to me that took me...completely off-guard. I...hadn't even thought about anything that happened between us like that before. And...

WILL: Well, like what?

SAMI: Well, you remember I told you about when Dad and I were in that snowstorm at the cabin?

Will's eyes bug out a bit, shocked by what came up, he immediately makes the connections and realizes what the fight was about.

WILL: Woah! He didn't bring THAT up, did he?

SAMI: Ugh. Yes. Yes, he did.

WILL: Well, are you okay? I mean, that's pretty...intense.

SAMI: I don't know, Will. I mean...I realized tonight that...I just...I haven't dealt with that night the way I...

Gabi feels increasingly uncomfortable in the room, and heads for her room.

GABI: Um...sorry to interrupt, but I think I need to change the baby.

Sonny points to Gabi, implying he'll be following Gabi. Will nods, mouthing "thank you" to them as they slip out of the room to give Will some privacy with Sami.

WILL: You were saying?

SAMI: Will...I don't think...now that all these memories I've pushed back in my mind, now that they're coming out....I don't know if I can marry EJ.





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

EJ sits on the edge of Abigail's desk. She seems visibly uncomfortable with EJ's intensity, which is unrelenting. His eyes are piercing, and it intimidates her.

ABBY: I...was just...I'm tired. That's all, EJ. Please just...don't worry about me.

EJ: Abigail, you've been like this for weeks now. You're getting your work done and it's pleasing Samantha but...I know something's off.

Abby gets up from her seat, but has difficulty doing so. EJ attempts to give her a hand, but she refuses.

ABBY: No. Please don't.

EJ looks, a great concern on his face.


Kate is working at her desk when Nick knocks twice and promptly steps into Kate's office. Kate is immeidately displeased by his barging in.

KATE: Have you never worked in an office before?

NICK: Your secretary wasn't at her desk, so...hey, I knocked first.

Kate rolls her eyes at Nick before motioning him to sit down. He obliges, taking an exceedingly casual pose in his chair.

NICK: So here's the deal...

KATE: Ohhh boy, here we go.

NICK: I know, right? Did you hear the news about Brady?

KATE: Yes, I did, and I would expect you would be a little more reverent, particularly since he's what, your...6th cousin or something? It's so hard to tell in this town, especially with the Hortons.

NICK: I didn't really know Brady. I know he had problems. I can empathize. But I don't really have the time to dwell on it. And neither do you.

KATE: Look, if this is about the Titan TV vote, I already agreed to vote in favour of divesting--

NICK: That's not what I'm talking about.


Kate stops cold, trying to figure out what Nick's getting at.

NICK: Victor is going to push back that vote as much as possible until Brady's found. We all know this. It's up to you to convince the board that that idea is reckless. The vote needs to happen immediately.


Anne pushes the Emergency Call button inside the elevator frantically. The light never turns on. The sound of the local radio station playing the daily news does nothing but heighten her panic. Worried that EJ is trying to do her in, she screams at the top of her lungs, hoping someone will hear her.


Her voice echoes but no voice returns her pleas.

She tries to climb up the the ceiling of the elevator, hoping the shaft contains an emergency escape. As she's about the use the back railing to boost herself up, the elevator jolts suddenly. The entire carriage shakes, and Anne falls back to the ground.




Hope steps into Victor's office. Victor and Maggie are going over their plan to re-open the Penthouse Grille. Victor looks up at Hope, and Maggie turns to face her.

VICTOR: Hope! What a surprise. What are you doing here?

Victor and Maggie's pleased looks fade as they see Hope's sadness.

HOPE: Sorry, I...your secretary told me I could just come in.

VICTOR: Nonsense, you're always welcome. What can I do for you?

Victor gets up, motioning to Hope to take a seat next to Maggie. Hope slowly saunters over and sits down. She gathers her strength to give them the news.

HOPE: Well...I have some news. It's about Brady.

Maggie loses all the colour from her face, while Victor looks on, a stoic look, but almost as though if he said anything, he'd be sick.

HOPE: There's been an accident. Brady and Theresa drove off an embankment just outside the city, and...Theresa's in a coma at the hospital, and Brady....they...they can't find him, Victor.

Victor breathes deeply, before sighing, soaking in the news for a second.

VICTOR: Well, then you'd better get a bigger search party out.

HOPE: We have been searching for hours, Victor. There's no sign of him.

VICTOR: Well, then he's still out there. And you're wasting your time sitting her moping. Let's get out there and look. I'll have my men out there scouring the river in less than an hour.

HOPE: Victor! Stop! The forensics team said that considering the speed Brady was travelling when he drove off the road...the chances of him surviving the crash are still incredibly slim.

VICTOR: Then where's his body, dammit?! If you want me to believe it, I need proof, not conjecture.

HOPE: Victor, I'm sorry. We are going to keep looking for him.

VICTOR: (sigh) No. I'm sorry, Hope. I'm just in shock, and angry, and I'm taking out my frustration on you. Just...let me know what you find. Thank you.

Hope stands up from her seat, followed by Maggie. Maggie reaches over to hug Hope, before Hope leaves. As Hope heads fr the door, she stops, remembering one last thing to tell Victor.

HOPE: Victor, if you have any questions or anything, maybe a clue, give me a call.

VICTOR: Absolutely.

Maggie walks over to Victor's side the desk, and kneels down beside him. She cries as she lays her head next to his and embraces him.


Kate leans forward in her chair, staring Nick down as he lounges on the opposite side of her desk, his smug expression infuriating her.

KATE: Now, you are well aware that Victor is not going to allow Brady's votes to be removed from the board meeting until there's a body found, and that's final. If anything, he's going to try to proxy Brady's votes himself, or find a nearby ally to vote on Brady's behalf.

NICK: But I'm sure you realize how controversial that would be to the board. And I'm sure you know how to push the board to say what you want them to say. I mean, for one thing, your son and your daughter are on the board. So...that's two votes more tipping the scales in my favour, no?

Nick holds up his hands, counting the board members on both hands. He shakes three on his left hand, indicating Kate, Lucas, and Billie's votes.

KATE: You want me to use my children to vote your way, now

NICK: I want them to see sense, Kate. That TV station is nothing but a propoganda machine for the EnerNext tar sands, and everybody knows it. The FCC is going to come down on them hard for their lack of journalistic standards, and you could be looking at some pretty hefty fines for the reporting if Titan isn't careful.

KATE: I see...

Nick leans in towards Kate, looking intensely into Kate's eyes.

NICK: And you know how bad Titan's finances are, surely. I'd suggest if you want to keep MadWorld afloat, you might want to consider how a major loss in cashflow might affect your employment.

Nick gets up, and slowly heads for the door. As he opens the door, he turns and winks at Kate.

NICK: Nice talkin' to ya!

As he closes the door, Kate flops back in her chair, and rolls her eyes. Spent from trying to maintain her cool against Nick, she picks up her phone and calls Lucas.

KATE: You and I need to talk right now. And bring Billie with you. My office, yeah.

Kate hangs up, and sighs heavily.


Anne picks herself up off the floor, realizing the radio has stopped, and suddenly, a voice calls out to her over the speakers.

RADIO: Hello? Someone in there?

Anne jolts upright, relieved to hear a voice speaking to her.

ANNE: Yes! I'm in here!

RADIO: Okay, ma'am. Someone's on their way, that jolt you just felt was the repairman resetting the system. We'll have you up to your floor momentarily.

ANNE: Oh my GOD, thank you!!

RADIO: No worries, ma'am.

After a few moments, the elevator comes back to life. Lights come back on, and the elevator begins to move back upwards as before.

When the door opens, Anne is about to step off when a man looks back at her on the other side of the doors. Looking fast, she confuses the man's face with EJ's, and slaps him hard across the face, repeatedly.

ANNE: You disgusting bastard!


In the hallway at Countess W, a pair of repairmen step off the elevator, tool kits and ladder in hand.

RALPH: Hey Frank, so what's the deal with the ladder, man? I thought you broke it last week.

Frank sets the ladder up by Abigail's office door. He goes to step onto the first rung, unconcerned by his co-worker's reminder, and grabs a small flashlight from his toolbelt.

FRANK: Nah, I bent it slightly. Still holds up fine. I used it all day yesterday. Didn't even wobble.

RALPH: Alright, but I figure it's as good as excuse to get a new one as anything. Boss might even expense it.

Frank laughs as he climbs up, lifting the ceiling tile to check the wiring above.

FRANK: Yeah, right. Since when'd the DiMeras ever do anything nice, man.

RALPH: That's the truth.

Ralph grabs a wrench and begins looking through his toolkit.

Inside Abigail's office, Abby grimaces as she stands up, but EJ can't help but show his concern.

EJ: Abigail, really. What on Earth is going on?

ABBY: Just...ugh. I ate something I shouldn't have at lunch, it's no big deal, okay?

EJ: Abigail, I really think you should go see a doctor about this. It's obviously been bothering you for weeks now.

Abigail turns quickly to EJ, snapping at him.


ABBY: Stop telling me what to do, EJ! I am not going to a doctor, there is nothing wrong, I'm fine, okay? Just...leave it alone.

EJ: Leave what alone, Abigail? There's something you're not telling me and if it involves me then I need to know about it.

Abigail stares off into space, imagining her mother chastizing her for getting involved with EJ. Her voice rings clearly in her head.

JENN: I can't believe you're pregnant with EJ DiMera's baby, I'm so disappointed. My own daughter, letting me down...

The face Abby sees becomes JJ's.

JJ: My own sister, a DiMera slut...

JJ's face morphs into Jack's, much to Abigail's terror.

JACK: No daughter of mine would be so filthy as to...


Abigail snaps back to reality upon hearing EJ. She looks up at him, almost terrorized.

ABBY: I can't. I need some fresh air. I'm gonna be sick.

Abigail storms out the door of her office, surprising Frank on the ladder, which knocks him off balance as the ladder buckles under the changing weight. It falls over, knocking Abigail and Frank down with it.

Upon seeing the accident, EJ rushes to Abigail's side. Ralph runs over as well.

RALPH: What the Hell happened??!

EJ: Abigail! Abigail!

Abigail lies unconscious on the floor. EJ leans over, holding her head in his hands, checking her vital signs.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Hope stares down Aiden at the table, where Jenn and Aiden are sitting at the town square. Jenn tries to break the awkward silence.

JENNIFER: Uh...Hope. Hi! Uh..sorry. I've had a bit of a rough day.

HOPE: So it would seem--

Aiden gets up with a start, grabbing his coffee cup.

AIDEN: Look, I don't want to interrupt family time. Jenn?

HOPE: Oh don't leave on my account.

AIDEN: Well, I do have some things to get done anyway, so it's alright. Jenn? You gonna be okay?

JENNIFER: I'll be fine. Thank you for the coffee.

AIDEN: It's my pleasure. Hope.

Aiden walks away, Hope glares as he departs before sitting down beside Jenn.

HOPE: So why were you confiding in him of all people?

JENNIFER: Hope, he ran into me at the hospital, I didn't even have time to--

HOPE: Jenn. Really. I just...the man's a real jerk. I would suggest you stay far away from him.

Jenn, surprised by Hope's strong dislike, is at a loss for words.




Eric leads a blindfolded Nicole to a clearing in the woods, and has her stop in the middle of the clearing.

NICOLE: Oh God. We stopped. Eric?

ERIC: (laughing) Yes?

NICOLE: Why did we stop? What's going on? I'm still not a fan of surprises, if you hadn't noticed.

ERIC: Why don't you have a look?

Eric gently pulls off Nicole's blindfold, revealing to her a beautifully arranged picnic, complete with freshly picked wildflowers, and soft music. Nicole is taken aback by Eric's gesture.

NICOLE: Eric! What is all this?

ERIC: It's a picnic, what else?

Nicole and Eric sit down on the blanket the food's arranged on, Nicole still absolutely in awe of Eric's work.

NICOLE: But...I thought you'd reserved at Chez Rouge.

ERIC: Oh, you're disappointed now?

NICOLE: NO! Don't be ridiculous. I'm shocked but I'm certainly not disappointed!

ERIC: Oh I know. Well, I wanted to give you a special night. But I also wanted to do something a little more...intimate. Especially since it's such a beautiful evening.

Eric snuggles in close to Nicole.

ERIC: You see, I figured, we could sit back, have dinner. Watch the sunset, and just relax. Get away from all the problems in our lives for a while.

NICOLE: Mmmm, I like the sound of that.

ERIC: I figured you might.

Eric leans in to give Nicole a soft kiss.


Brady has just burst into the Titan board room, shirt untucked, the smell of alcohol on his breath. He bows regally to the group.

BRADY: My apologies for my tardiness.

Brady jumps up and moves to the head of the table.

BRADY: NOW! Let's get this show on the road! Grandfather, may I?

VICTOR: If you insist.

BRADY: I do.

VICTOR: You're on your own, Brady. (whispers) Try not to make an ass of yourself.

Brady throws a shady look Victor's way, but shakes it off and begins. Brady slurs his words and stumbles.

BRADY: Okay, so tomorrow...is a big...bigday. For all of us! And do you know why? Because we are going to announce our merger with EnerNext. And that's gonna kick off a whole bunch of other awesome stuff. uh...do we have a ...a power point or something of this? I feel like I need a visual. Anybody?

Victor shakes his head, deeply embarrassed by Brady's state. As Brady continues to speak, Kate's eyes suddenly bulge out of her head. She squeezes Lucas' hand, startling him.

KATE: Oh my God, Lucas. I figured it out.

LUCAS: OW! Mom! That hurt.

Kate pulls her hand back.

KATE: Sorry, sweetie.

LUCAS: What did you figure out, anyway? That Brady's the worst CEO in history?

KATE: Ha! Far from it. I figured ou--


Brady points in Kate's direction. He starts to wag his finger lazily about.

BRADY: Am I boring you two or something?

Kate furrows her brow as much as she's able to, pursing her lips into their usual soured expression.

KATE: Pardon me, Brady. Carry on.

BRADY: Thank you, Kate! Now, you see..

As Brady carries on, Kate leans over again and whispers to Lucas some more.

KATE: I've figured out why Jordan and Sheryl are in Salem.

LUCAS: Why? What is it?

KATE: This! EnerNext! The oil sands project. Lucas, they want to shut it down, and take Titan down with them.


Theresa is in her apartment, readying herself to leave for the afternoon to work. Remember at the last second to grab her phone, she picks up, seeing a text from Brady.

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Theresa smiles broadly, then places her phone in her bag and heads for the door. She hears some talking in the hallway as she does, but thinks nothing of it. As she opens the door, there stands her mother and her landlord in front of the apartment right across the hall. Her landlord handing Kim the keys.

LANDLORD: There you go, Mrs. Donovan. Welcome to your new home!

THERESA: What the hell is going on??

Kim and the landlord both look to Theresa is surprise. Theresa is incensed.


Sami runs over to EJ and pulls the phone from his hand, stopping him from making a phone call to turn himself into police.

SAMI: EJ, What the Hell are you doing??

EJ: What does it looks like to you, Samantha? I mean, what do you want me to do to prove to you that I'm not hiding something, I'm not lying for Kristen. If there was a way I could track her down, I would. But even then, it would kill me, because I know what she's gone through in her life. Just like I know that if you had been put in similar circumstances, you wouldn't be in much better shape.

SAMI: How dare you compare me to Kristen at all? I've grown, and changed since I was teenager. She still carries on like the world owes her something.

EJ: You really don't get it, do you?

Sami cools off, looking more disappointed and deflated than angered.

SAMI: What's there to get, EJ? You see your family's problems as bigger than mine. But Eric didn't do anything to deserve what Kristen did to him. And my sympathy for your sister ends the moment she takes her hurting and uses it as a weapon against anyone within a 50 mile radius.

EJ: And that's what I mean, Samantha. Neither of us are perfect, either. Right? I've done hideous things. To YOU! And you to me. And yet, somehow, we learned to accept those things and move on. Why can't that be the case for Kristen?

Sami explodes, not willing to hear another word from EJ defending Kristen.

SAMI: Because she raped my brother!

EJ: And I raped you!

Sami is stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes glaze over as she contemplates the truth in EJ's words, as though an unbroken trust had been breached with his bringing this up. EJ, impassioned, but not enraged, continues to shout back to her.

EJ: You remember that, surely. I forced you to have sex with me in exchange for Lucas' life!And yet now, here we are. My ring on your finger. We're planning to marry. Do you not think Kristen can be afforded 1/10th of the same benefit?

Sami sits down at the desk. She can barely breathe, but manages to choke out a few words.

SAMI: EJ...I need to be alone. Please go.

EJ: Fine. If you need me, you know how to reach me.

Sami breaks down in tears as EJ slams the door shut.





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Sami steps off the elevator at University Hospital, and grabs her cell phone, she makes a quick call to her secretary at Countess W.

SAMI: (into phone) Yes, Jessica? It's Sami. Look, if you can cancel my appointments for the morning, I'll be in an important meeting...Thanks. I'll let you know when I'm heading back. Bye.

Sami hangs up as she approaches Dr. Laura Horton's door. She sighs heavily before stepping inside.


EJ arrives back at the DiMera mansion, on his cell phone with somebody. He is focused and serious with them as he heads directly into the now-empty living room.

EJ: (into phone) So she should be contacting you shortly. I want you to make sure you have that exact medication ready for her...precisely...alright. Call me when it's done.

EJ hangs up the phone, a smirk develops across his face.

EJ: One way to squash a fly...

EJ's smug moment of satisfaction is interrupted by the sound of an argument in the foyer between Harold and a person at the door. EJ's curiosity piqued, he heads for the door.

Anne is at the door, enraged, while Harold tries to keep her at bay.

ANNE: You WILL let me in because I have something very important to share with Mr. DiMera and if you think that--

EJ: Ms. Milbauer. How lovely to see you. Come in.

Harold takes a step back, while Anne smiles a phony "gotcha" smile to Harold, and steps forward towards EJ.


Theresa walks through the path towards the University Hospital parking lot. She's uneasy, and deep in thought about her actions the previous night in Chicago. She looks at her phone and reads the news reports about Brady's ousting at Titan. She feels regretful, but flashes back to seeing the couple that appeared to be Brady and Chloe kissing at the party.

THERESA: You deserved it, Brady. You and that little oompa-loompa of yours.

Just then, Brady pulls up in his car.


He looks exhausted and wired. He glares at Theresa with an intensity and anger that Theresa isn't used to from him.

BRADY: Get in.




Tyler steps into Victor's office, while looking down at a file folder with paperwork. He knocks as he opens the door, but steps right in without concern.

TYLER: Victor, I think we need to go over the details of your succession plan, iron out the details so we're covered with regards to Brady...oh.

Upon looking up, Tyler realizes that Victor is not the one in the office, but Maggie. She turns around the face Tyler, smiling warmly.

MAGGIE: You know, I'd heard of married couples starting to look the same over time, but this is ridiculous.

Tyler is taken aback, feeling a bit sheepish for his error, but Maggie gives a cheeky smile, before extending a hand in greeting.

MAGGIE: I'm Maggie Kiriakis.

TYLER: Pleasure to meet you.

Tyler extends his hand in greeting, the two linger a little too long in shaking hands.


Anne storms into the DiMera living room, as EJ motions to Harold. Harold nods and heads for the kitchen.

EJ steps into the room casually, as though he knows exactly what's going on. Anne is visibly agitated, and ready for a fight.

EJ: And what can I help you with, Ms. Milbauer?

Anne reaches into her bag and slaps the freezer bag containing the suspect letter against EJ's chest.

ANNE: Either you're really bad at intimidating me, or this is more of your macabre DiMera humour. Seriously, EJ? Suspiciously powdered letters?

EJ takes the bag and opens it, casually pulling the letter out of the bag, and opening it, as he speaks, he pulls the letter out to show Anne, while dusting it off.

EJ: I confess, I was not at the office this morning when this was sent to you. I was working from home on the fundraising for the hospital for you, and when the delivery man arrived, I'd already begun baking cookies with the children.

As EJ says this, Harold strolls into the room with a platter of cookies. EJ hands the letter over to Anne, who looks it over suspciously, before looking up at EJ, who has taken two cookies from the platter.

EJ: I was unable to clean my hands so I'm sorry for the uhh...heh, baking powder all over the letter. Uh...would you like a cookie? The children worked very hard on them.

Anne looks down at the cookie, and shakes her head.

ANNE: You really must think I'm an idiot. Like I'm gonna take cookies from you, you know you're really a sick man.

EJ: Oh come on, Ms. Milbauer, it's not like they're poisoned. See?

EJ takes one of the cookies and takes a big bite from it. He smiles, and holds his arms out almost victoriously.

EJ: See? I'm fine! I don't know why you're so paranoid, Ms. Milbauer.

At this point, Anne is livid and steps towards EJ menacingly.

ANNE: You know exactly why I'm suspicious of you, EJ. And don't chalk it up to paranoia. You have the audacity to threaten me, and then play these ridiculous, childish pranks in order to scare me out of town so your little affair with Little Miss Sunshine doesn't get found out? You think I'm that stupid? I know it was you sending someone to follow me last night, to freak me out?

EJ: I did no such thing...

ANNE: I know you sent me that letter today with the suspicious powder to make me think it was some kind of poison, and I know those cookies are just your way of making me think I'm losing my mind, or at the very least to discredit me. And you know what? It's not going to work. Because you don't have the balls to actually follow through on any of your threats. You have too much to lose. So stop with the little warning shots, because I know you. You'll all talk, and no walk. Excuse me.

Anne backs away from EJ, grabs her bag and heads off towards the door, grabbing a cookie from the tray on the way out. She tastes one, stopping before she's out the door. She turns to face EJ with a sour look on her face as she chews it.

ANNE: Mm...some advice? Never open a bakery.

Anne turns back around and heads out the door, throwing the cookie out into the bushes as she goes.

EJ laughs to himself as Anne closes the door.



Sami steps into Laura's office. She appears incredibly tense, and Laura can instantly sense this in her. Laura motions for Sami to sit down in a chair on the other side of Laura's desk. Sami obliges.

SAMI: Thanks. I'm...so glad to see you. It's been a really long time.

LAURA: Likewise. Your mother showed me pictures of your children the last time she visited me. They're beautiful.

Sami tenses a bit, thinking of her hesitation with Johnny the previous week, as she finally began to come to grips with his conception. She responds less than happily.

SAMI: Uh...thank you...you know, I've hired your granddaughter, Abigail. She's been...really helpful to me at Countess W.

LAURA: I'm glad. It's such a shame she had problems here at the hospital. I was hoping we could work together, but...

SAMI: Yeah. Some people just don't get along, I guess.

LAURA: I suppose...look, Sami. I noticed your tension when I mentioned your children just now. Are they doing okay?

Sami hesitates to answer for a moment, but smiles and forms an answer.

SAMI: Yes, they're fine. I just...we had some...

LAURA: Sami, are you worried you're disconnecting from your children?

Sami stops and thinks for a second. She nods to Laura hesitantly.

SAMI: And it's not just that. I...the other night, EJ and I fought and...he brought up the night that...Johnny, my youngest son, the night he was....conceived and...

LAURA: Sami, is Johnny's conception a happy memory for you?

Sami looks to the ground. She tries in vain to fight back tears as she struggles to answer Laura. She finally chokes out an answer, barely audible.

SAMI: No. And I'm...I'm afraid of...

LAURA: What are you afraid of, Sami?

Sami swallows, and breathes deeply. After a moment, she finally answers.

SAMI: I'm afraid I'm going to push him away...because when I look at Johnny now...I see what happened that night, and not my beautiful little boy anymore...and I can't...I need help, Laura.



Gabi walks through the park, trying to look inconspicuously for someone. She sits down on the bench and begins to check her texts. EJ's text instructs her to wait on the bench at 3pm for a gentleman. Not describing him any further, Gabi's unsure what to look for.

GABI: Real helpful, EJ.

Just as she says this, a man sits down on the bench next to her, and quietly speaks.

MAN: You Gabi?

Gabi looks over at the man, and nods.

GABI: You have it?

MAN: It's all yours.

The man hands her a small pill bottle, as discreetly as possible. Gabi looks up at him, while looking around to see if anyone else is looking. She slips the pills into her bag, and the man looks her intensely.

It's Liam.

LIAM: And remember, you've never seen me before, and you won't recognize me if you see me again. If you need anything else, contact EJ.

Gabi stares nervously at him, and nods, before grabbing her bag and taking off.


Brady drives aggressively down the road. Theresa sits next to him in his car, visibly nervous. So nervous, in fact, she can barely look over at him, nearly transfixed on the road.

THERESA: So...Brady.

BRADY: I thought we could go for a drive....have a little talk. You and I.

THERESA:oh...oh yeah? What about?

BRADY: Well, what happened to you last night when you left the party...you know I wanted to find you.

THERESA: Ohh yeah?

Brady looks at Theresa and smiles.

BRADY: Yeah. I wanted to surprise you. I was gonna rent out the biggest suite at that hotel across the street you loved so much. You know, you said it was so glamourous, and you just...you wish you could spend one night there.

THERESA: You...you would do that for me?

BRADY: Yes. Yes, I would. And I almost did too. But I couldn't find you...or my credit card. So I ended up going back to Salem where I find out that my company credit card, there's this...$200-plus cab fare on it. And it's funny because, the charge was made around the same time I went looking for you at the club.

THERESA: Look, Brady, I--

Brady's anger is starting to creep into his voice, his motions becoming ever more staccato, as his foot presses harder on the gas. The car enters the highway leaving Salem.

BRADY: You know, then this video is online of me...doing cocaine. And it's like...it's so funny, it's at that same time when you were trying to take a selfie and you were too drunk to figure out your phone? Such a weird coincidence, huh?

Brady's foot presses more and more on the accelerator, as the car pushes up towards 70, 75, 80mph. Theresa holds onto the grip on the door tightly.

THERESA: B...Brady, slow down.

Brady is looking straight ahead, barely even acknowledging Theresa's existence.


THERESA: Well...well the speed limit, Brady is--

BRADY: Do you honestly think I care right now? Like...at all? Do you think what you want matters to me right now?

THERESA: Brady, you're scaring me.

Brady starts to pay closer attention to Theresa now, but it is mostly anger he shows her as he intermittently divides his attention between her and the road before him.

BRADY: Do you think I'm scared? Huh? Do you think I can feel anything right now?

THERESA: Brady, what are you talking about?

BRADY: What do I have now, Theresa? Think about it for a second, yeah? I just lost my job, my reputation is ruined, the woman I thought I was getting to know and care about, she double-crosses me because she's so damned insecure about me being able to be nice to my ex-wife. Every single woman I ever get involved with betrays me. My family hates me. Tell me, Theresa. What do I have to live for now? Tell me.

THERESA: Okay, okay, Okay--

BRADY:...TELL ME! Do you get it?

THERESA: Okay! I'm sorry, Brady, would you PLEASE slow down.

Brady takes his eyes off the road now entirely, and begins to lean in closer and closer to Theresa.

His speed is now reaching 85mph.

BRADY: Ohhhh no. You don't get it, do you? I want you to listen to me for once. No distractions. No one around to watch you to see the glamourous life you're living off my back. Just you, finally facing the person you are. The despicable, self-absorbed piece of street trash you really are--

Theresa looks away from Brady.


Theresa looks up and sees a sharp turn in the road ahead, she panicks and screams out.


Brady looks up and tries to steer into the turn while slamming on the brakes.

Theresa, in a moment of quick thinking, pulls her door open and leaps from the vehicle, but due to the speed the car is travelling at, she is knocked unconscious and severely injured immediately upon impacting the ground.

Brady's car skids off the road and drives through the barrier, off the side of the embankment, into the lake below.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Victor mills about the Titan board room, speaking to the other execs and organizing his paperwork. Kate and Lucas enter the board room together, and Victor perks up momentarily, then relaxes, realizing who's arrived. The disappointment painted on his face.

VICTOR: Kate. Lucas. Good to see you.

KATE: Well you could've fooled me. I assume you were expecting your wayward grandson?

VICTOR: Give it a rest, Kate. If you had any moral compass, you'd be concerned and asking me how Brady is doing, instead of mocking his suffering.

KATE: Victor, please. I do care about Brady. But how many favours are you doing him by letting him run Titan into the ground like this?

VICTOR: He's an adult, Kate. I can't shadow him for the rest of his life.

KATE: Maybe you'd better start. Your livelihood might depend on it.

Kate turns and walks over to her seat, head held high. Lucas takes his next to her. Victor waits a few more seconds, before excusing himself to the hallway outside the board room. Pulling out his cell phone, Victor calls Brady. The line goes straight to voice mail.

VICTOR: (into phone) Brady Black, you have five minutes to get into this board room or I'm gonna tie you up from the nearest flagpole. You have an important announcement to make tomorrow. Get with it, already!

Victor hangs up and storms back into the board room. Visibly upset, he begins.

VICTOR: This meeting will come to order. In the absence of our CEO, I will be overseeing the proceedings.

Brady bursts into the room, shirt untucked, breath smelling of alcohol.

BRADY: Goooood afternoon, everybody!

Victor stares down Brady. Brady seems unconcerned by Victor's disappointed glare.




Eric leans over and hugs Nicole, kissing her on the cheek, as Nicole sits in her desk chair, looking with bright eyes at her computer screen.

ERIC: Do you have any idea how proud I am of you?

NICOLE: I think I have a little hint of it?

ERIC: Well....you're about to get a whole lot more of a hint. You hungry?

NICOLE: I am, in fact. All this research got me workin' up an appetite!

ERIC: Okay, well...

Eric gets up and walks over to the chair on the other side of Nicole's desk, where he's placed his messenger bag. He stops, and points to Nicole.

ERIC: Close your eyes.

Nicole squints her eyes and glares at Eric.

ERIC: Do it! Come on now!

Nicole laughs and closes her eyes, while Eric walks back over to her.

NICOLE: You know...I was never good with surprises. Never had many good ones to talk about, really.

ERIC: Well, this one will be a very very good one.

Eric ties a blindfold around Nicole's eyes gently. He gets up from behind her desk, and takes her hand to guide her up from her seat.

NICOLE: Oh God, I'm blind. Ack!

Nicole trips a bit getting out of her seat, but Eric gently guides her over.

NICOLE: (in a whiny voice) Where are you taking me?!

ERIC: You'll see. Just be a patient.

NICOLE: Have we met or something? I am SO impatient.

ERIC: (laughing) Oh I know.

Eric grabs his bag and guides Nicole out of her office.


Jennifer smiles a bit as Aiden provides her a bit of comfort over her breakup with Daniel, as they sit in the town square having coffee. Unbeknownst to either of them, Hope is standing nearby, listening in on their conversation.

JENNIFER: ...So, I dunno, I feel like...I know he was trying to help but...

AIDEN: It's not enough. I know. He kept things from you. Big things. It's....not easy. And I know how painful it is to...

Hope makes a move and emerges from behind Tom & Alice's tree. She approaches cool and casually.

HOPE: Hey Cous! ...Aiden.

Aiden looks up, a little frustrated to see Hope.


Sami returns home from work. She's exasperated by the day's events. EJ sits in the living room, looking over some files at his desk when Sami comes bursting in.

SAMI: Ooooh I swear I could just STRANGLE that woman!

EJ looks up suddenly, a little shocked from Sami's sudden entrance, though a dulled shock, probably from years of enduring this melodrama.

EJ: Which woman? It could be about 16 on this block alone.

SAMI: Don't be cute, EJ. I'm talking about Nicole.

EJ: Oh God. What has she done now?

SAMI: She has coerced my brother out of the priesthood.

EJ is stunned. He pulls his glasses from his face and turns to face Sami.

EJ: Voluntarily? St. Pius X himself stepped down?

SAMI: If that is some kind of sick joke, I'm not laughing.

EJ: Seriously, Samantha. I just can't understand what that man sees in her, but that is entirely up to him. You can't force him back into the priesthood. Even if they'd let him back in, which is doubtful at this rate.

SAMI: You would say that.

EJ: Why, Sami, why? Because of my sister? Is that what you're going to say? For the 100,000th time, I do not know where Kristen is. I do not know.

SAMI: Really, EJ? Because last time I checked, you seem to know a lot more than you let on about a lot of things.

EJ: That is not fair, Samantha. I was in the dark just as much as you about Kristen's plans for Eric. Oh but YOU! You want me to tell you where she is? Betray her, right?

SAMI: It's not about that, EJ. You're loyal to the wrong people. What about my family? Why hasn't it even entered your mind that my family is going to your family once we're married?

EJ: And the same goes for you, Samantha. Whether you want to admit it or not.

Sami approches EJ slowly, almost trying to stare him down into submission.

SAMI: My family is not out to ruin people's lives, EJ. We're loyal to each other because we know we're good people at heart. You'd do well to remember that.

EJ: Fine, Samantha. I think I understand now.

EJ grabs his cell phone from his jacket pocket and begins to dial.

SAMI: What are you doing?

EJ: Calling the police. If I'm being made to throw my sister under the bus, I might as well go down with her!


Sheryl sees Jordan in the hall at the hospital and pulls her aside.

JORDAN: Sheryl! You scared me! What are you doing h--

SHERYL: ...We need to talk, right now.

JORDAN: Ow! You're hurting my arm, Sheryl.

SHERYL: Well, if you and I don't figure out our next move, it might not just be your arm that's hurting, Jordan.


Jordan looks around her, concerned and a bit suspcious. She leans in as she talks to Sheryl.

JORDAN: What do you mean by that?

SHERYL: I think Lucas Horton might be onto me.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Theresa looks, slightly annoyed at Billie, as they sit at their table together at Club TBD.

THERESA: Look, Brady is a good guy.

BILLIE: I know that. Theresa, I just think that maybe you spending all this time with Brady isn't such a...

Billie stops speaking mid-sentence, noticing Brady step in behind her.

BRADY: Isn't what, Billie? A good idea?

Billie looks at Brady, a deer in the headlights look on her face.


Nick sits down in his chair at the lab, a smug look on his face. He leans back in his chair, like a man in control of every aspect of his life.

NICK: Ohhh yes. Everything is just perfect. Nicole is in my pocket, I'm working my way back to Gabi, and soon Titan TV will be out of Victor Kiriakis' hands. The only thing left to worry about is--

SHERYL: Alright Nick. Where is it?

Sheryl and Jordan storm into the lab. Nick turns around, unfazed by Sheryl and Jordan's sudden entrance. He looks over to them with a smile.




Eric gives Nicole a massage on the sofa. Nicole sits bolt upright and doesn't seem to be any less tense as Eric works the knots out of her back.

NICOLE: And then Miles comes into the office with this big box, assuming I'd been fired, and I had to chase him out. I swear, if they don't fire that buffoon, I'll throw him out on the street myself with my bare hands. I am so...urrrrh...I could just...

ERIC: Nicole, you're not gonna be relaxed at all if you keep freaking out about this.

NICOLE: This is a big deal, okay? I need to...vent my frustrations. It's theraputic.

ERIC: Honestly, though, your back gets more tense with every word that comes out of your mouth. Honestly, I think the next few weeks off will be good for you.

NICOLE: Yeah, well, too bad I'll be spending it working.

ERIC: Seriously?

NICOLE: I have stuff to do. I'm gonna be researching this EnerNext stuff.

ERIC: Woah, woah, woah, you're still...I thought you were off that story. Why are you still working on it?

Nicole hesitates to answer. She still looks away from Eric, thinking of an answer to the question that doesn't involve Nick.


Hope descends the staircase at the Brady Pub, where Aiden stands with furrowed brow at the bar, a coffe cup in hand. He looks at her cooly as she approaches.

HOPE: Caroline's upstairs with the kids for a moment so we can talk.

AIDEN: Well, she shouldn't have to bother, this won't take long.

HOPE: Oh would you just cut this holier-than-thou attitude and talk with me like a normal human being?

AIDEN: All I want is for your little girl to leave my son alone.

HOPE: You just don't get it, do you? She's hurting, she misses her dad, and I can't spend the time with her that she needs right now either.

AIDEN: You act like you're the only person who's ever lost somebody. My son mourns his mother every day. I do as well. It's been only about 6 months since she died, and Ciara's attitude, and the new city, it's all just...it's too much for Chase.

Hope folds her arms, trying to keep a strong front against Aiden.

HOPE: At least you and your son can take comfort in knowing that if your wife were able to be there for him, she would be.

Aiden looks to the ground, half in realization of Hope's pain, half feeling wounded by Hope's directness. Hope realizes immediately that she's pushed a bit too far.

HOPE: Look, I don't mean to be heartless, or to make your pain feel unjustified. I really am sympathetic, but we can't always be doing this. We have to work together to help our kids. They need us right now more than ever, and what are we teaching them by being at each other's throats all the time?

AIDEN: (sighs) You're right. I mean, I know I can be bullheaded. But I am still in mourning and...quite frankly, if I'm being honest, you push my buttons the same way my wife could sometimes. It really...I react strongly sometimes, and I get sentimental. And I think back to wife and...I'm sorry.

HOPE: Hey, it's okay. Look, I don't mean to pry but...if you ever want to talk to someone--

AIDEN: I'll be fine. Look, we should probably go grab the kids.

HOPE: Sure.

Aiden walks ahead toward the staircase. Hope puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks.

HOPE: Hey.

Aiden turns to look at Hope, a lost, sad look in his eyes.

HOPE: I'm truly sorry about your wife. I can tell she was a great mom to Chase.

Aiden gives half a smile before turning to head up the stairs. Hope follows slightly behind.


Billie smiles awkwardly at Brady. She grabs her purse to grab money to pay for her lunch with Theresa.

BILLIE: I'm sorry. I was a bit out of line.

BRADY: Just a bit.

BILLIE: Brady, I am sorry. I just wanted to...give Theresa some advice.

BRADY: Well, I'm sure she appreciates it. However, I am here to take Theresa away for a bit.

Theresa looks up at Brady, suddenly remembering their plans for the evening.

THERESA: Oh right! The club opening! That's tonight.

BRADY: Indeed it is!

BILLIE: Well, in that case, I will let you both get to it. Have a great time tonight, both of you.

THERESA: Thanks, Billie. And thanks for meeting with me for lunch.

Theresa gets up and gives Billie a hug. Billie's face shows a look of concern that she tries to hide out of politeness.

THERESA: I'm...really glad you're in town. You don't know how much I need a friend like you here.

BILLIE: I'm glad to be here to help. Now, go on, you two. Be safe.

Billie walks out of the club, and Brady turns to Theresa with a look of slight bemusement on his face.

BRADY: I didn't realize you two knew each other.

THERESA: Yeah, well...you know. It's important to have a couple friends here and there, right?

BRADY: Right. Well, first and foremost, we gotta make you look like the finest lady at that club. So how's about I take you shopping, and then we'll get my driver and we'll take one of the Titan cars up to Chicago to the club opening. How's that?

THERESA: Sounds amazing.

Theresa leans in and kisses Brady. They look into each others' eyes with an electricity that could light up a room.


Sheryl steps toward Nick, who looks at Sheryl and Jordan with that same smug look.

NICK: Where is what?

SHERYL: You know exactly what I'm talking about, no one else knew about it, Nick.

Jordan grabs Sheryl's arm, trying to get her to stop talking.

JORDAN: Sheryl, stop it. I don't think--

SHERYL: Where is that flash drive, Nick?

Nick gets up from his chair, suddenly clueing in to what Jordan and Sheryl were up to.

NICK: So THAT'S what you two were up to in there. You two are quite the pieces of work, you know that?

SHERYL: Give it up, Nick. We need that.

NICK: I don't have it. But I do have to admi, I'm impressed by you two. What was on there? Some sort of virus to wipe out Titan's files and ruin the EnerNext project?

Sheryl stops talking, unwilling to give into Nick and give him any more information than she already has.

NICK: If that flash drive was supposed to give you access to Titan's mainframe? All you had to do was come to me, you know.

JORDAN: What do you mean?

NICK: I have access to everything, right here on my tablet. Look, I was serious before. I think we can help each other out here. And it's far less risky to be involved with me than doing these tricky operations on your own. So what do you say, ladies?

Sheryl hesitates, but eventually extends her hand to Nick, who promptly shakes it. Sheryl looks to Nick with a stonefaced look that means business.

NICK: Pleasure doing business with you.


At University Hospital, Anne Milbauer is on the phone in her office when EJ storms in. Anne jumps from the interruption, and quickly ends her phone conversation.

ANNE: I've gotta talk to you later, I'm sorry. Bye.

Anne hangs up her phone and turns to EJ, incensed.

ANNE: What in God's name are you doing here, and how dare you barge into my office?

EJ: Oh I wouldn't be so bold, Ms. Milbauer. You are going to answer to me right now.

ANNE: Or else what?

EJ: Don't test me.

Anne stirs in her chair uncomfortably as EJ stares her down menacingly.

ANNE: So what do I owe the "pleasure"?

EJ: You are threatening Abigail Deveraux. And that stops, right now.





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Nicole, at the Brady Pub with Eric looks at Caroline, surprised to simply hear that Caroline agrees with her regarding Brady's just-rechristened 'memorial service'.

NICOLE: You agree with that?

CAROLINE: Well, of course I do! A good idea is a good idea, regardless of what I think of the source.

Nicole rolls her eyes at Caroline's dig.

NICOLE: Well, then I guess you're more media savvy than pretty much anyone else of your...advanced age then.

ERIC: Nicole!

Nicole shoots a look to a disapproving Eric. Caroline ignores Nicole's comment.

CAROLINE: Look, we can have the entire thing here at the pub. It'd be my pleasure. We'll have the word put out today if you want.

ERIC: That works. I'll let Marlena and Victor know.

NICOLE: Has anyone heard from John? Does he even know?

Eric and Caroline stop, unsure what to say. Nicole looks away, feeling a bit guilty for bringing it up.



A stewardess walks up the aisle of the plane, evidently a private jet. She hands off a whiskey on the rocks to the passenger beside her, before heading off. As she hands the drink off, the captain makes an announcement over the speaker system.

CAPTAIN: Mr. Black, we will be beginning our descent into Salem International Airport momentarily. Be sure to fasten your seatbelt for landing.

John smiles wistfully as he looks out the window. He sighs heavily as he takes a sip of his drink.


In Abby's hospital room, Sami and Abby look up as Daniel walks in with Jennifer, Laura, and Liam in tow. Abby and Sami, caught off guard during a shared moment, appear stunned by their arrival, and by Jenn's panic at Abby being in hospital.

ABBY: Mom! What are you doing here?

JENNIFER: What do you mean, what am I doing here? I...you had a fall at work and you didn't even tell me?

ABBY: Mom, it's...nothing serious. I--

DANIEL: ...Uh, she's right, actually, I'm going to be discharging her right now. Abigail, the uh...last test we ran? You're all clear. Okay?

Abby nods, knowing exactly to what Daniel's referring. Daniel looks over to Liam, who momentarily shoots Daniel a vaguely menacing look, before turning his attentions back to Abby. Laura walks over to Abby's bed and gives her a huge hug.

LAURA: We're glad you're alright, honey.

ABBY: Well, thanks, Grandma.

SAMI: Oh! Abby! You should tell your family your great news!

Abby is suddenly at a loss for words, not prepared to share with the room, she stutters and stumbles at Sami's leading comment.


Billie looks up at Kim, touching her face after Kim slapped her in Theresa's hospital room. Kim stares Billie down, livid at Billie's prior accusations that Theresa's coma is, in essence, Kim's fault. Kim finally speaks, voice trembling with anger.

KIM: Don't you dare blame me for this.

Billie breathes in deeply, her temper flaring as well, but fighting with everything inside her to retain her dignity, the high road, and indeed, the upper hand.

BILLIE: I only told you how I feel. The truth isn't easy. Besides, Kim. You asked.

KIM: The truth. Yeah, you'd know a lot about the truth, wouldn't you? Hiding your past with my ex-husband for how many years? You know, if you'd just spoken up in the first place, you'dve spared Theresa from all of this? You wanna tell me again how this is my fault, Billie?

BILLIE: I didn't say anything because I didn't want to hurt your family.

KIM: Oh, come off it! You didn't say anything because you were afraid that if my brother ever found out what you were REALLY like, he'd throw you out on the curb, where you belong!





John steps into a waiting car outside the airport. He sits down and holds up a hand to the driver as a greeting, before giving direction.

DRIVER: Where to?

JOHN: Salem Inn.

John leans back in his seat, sighing heavily as he ponders his next move.

JOHN: And tomorrow, we deal with ol' Vic.


Abby smiles awkwardly at her mom, who is patiently waiting for her bed-bound daughter to tell her what the good news is.

ABBY: Well...I uh...

As Abby goes to tell them, EJ stands in the doorway of her hospital room, behind the others. He looks quickly at Liam, who looks back at him, before they quickly look away, back at Abigail. Abby is suddenly tense looking at EJ, even though EJ is not looking her way with any real intensity.

ABBY: I...I don't wanna spoil the surprise, so...I think I'll tell you guys when we get home. That okay?

JENNIFER: Aww, you're such a tease! I can't wait, it's big news isn't it??

Jennifer's excitement only makes things more awkward for Abigail, while Sami is unsure why Abby's reaction is less than excited. She furrows her brow, but keeps quiet.

SAMI: Heh, well, tell me how it goes. You can always...shoot me a quick text tonight and let me know how excited everyone is for you tomorrow. For NOW, I am gonna head home. Uh...Abby! If I don't see you tomorrow, good luck?

Abigail gives a forced smile and nods to Sami.

ABBY: Thanks, Sami.

Sami smiles and heads for the door. As she passes EJ in the doorway, he backs up, and she smiles awkwardly, before looking down and walking past him. Daniel looks to Abigail and announces to the room.

DANIEL: Well...I think it's about time we get you discharged, little lady!

JENNIFER: Yes! And I am SO happy to see you come home in one piece! I've got a roast chicken I'm gonna make for dinner and you can tell Liam, JJ and I the good news, alright?

Daniel is stung by Jenn's words, her specificity being a bit of an, albeit possibly unintentional, dig at him. He smiles his usual tightened upper lip smile.

ABBY: Sounds good. Let's get out of here.

DANIEL: Alright, well, hospital rules state that you need to be in this wheelchair so come on.

Daniel pulls open the wheelchair and pats the seat. Abigail rolls her eyes and groans at Daniel's order.

ABBY: Ugh, do I have to?

LIAM: Yep! Doctor's orders. Come on, here, I'll help you.

Liam takes Abby's hand and helps her lower herself into the chair. As Abby sits down, her and the family leave the hospital room. As Jenn leaves, she finally spots EJ in the doorway. She is less-than-thrilled to see him, but is cordial.

JENNIFER: EJ! What a surprise.

ABBY: Uh, not really, Mom. EJ is the one who...brought me in. The accident was...well, it happened when he and I were at work together.

Jenn, unsure how she feels about this, takes a moment to reply.

JENNIFER: Oh! Ah...well...thank you, EJ. I....appreciate that.

EJ: It was my pleasure. Abigail is one of our best employees.

JENNIFER: Great. Uh...Abigail. Come on.

Liam takes Abigail's chair and pushes it from the room. EJ follows behind. Abigail hesitates, mulling over her decision to leave town to protect the secret affair between herself and EJ, as well as their unborn baby. Jennifer walks slightly ahead, with Laura walking beside her. They talk with each other, but it's all white noise to a distracted Abigail.

As Liam stops Abby's wheelchair in front of the elevator, Abby finally works up the courage to speak up.

ABBY: Uh...actually. Mom, can...I just...talk to EJ first before we go?

Jennifer is surprised, and a little concerned by Abby's request. Abby can tell by Jenn's face almost immediately.

JENNIFER: Uh...sure. Don't be too long though, we'll be downstairs, then you can file your discharge papers, okay?

ABBY: Okay, Mom. Sure.

EJ stops as Abigail turns in her wheelchair. She motions to him to take the reigns of her wheelchair from Liam, who steps onto the elevator with Jenn and Laura. Daniel stays behind and points over to the nurses' station.

DANIEL: When you're ready? I'm right there. K?

Abby nods gently, smiling at Daniel as he walks away toward the nurses' station, keeping a careful eye on EJ and Abigail. EJ begins to push the wheelchair toward the waiting room, and leans into Abigail, quietly speaking to her.

EJ: If this is about our earlier discussion, we'd best find somewhere private.

Abigail looks straight ahead as EJ pushes her into the room.


Jenn and Laura stand silently in the elevator with Liam. Laura feels vaguely uncomfortable with Liam, but can't quite figure out what bugs her. Jenn seems tense too. Laura looks to her daughter, concerned.

LAURA: You look worried.

JENNIFER: I always am when EJ's around.

LAURA: I understand. It can't be easy knowing your daughter's working for the DiMeras.

JENNIFER: Well...I mean...it's her life. And technically, she's working for Sami so...I guess that's slightly better but...I don't know. Every time I see her with EJ, I get really concerned. And I can't figure out why but...I just have this feeling something's wrong, you know?

Laura puts her hand on Jenn's shoulder, smiling understandingly at her daughter. Liam looks on, soaking in the conversation wordlessly.


Billie looks to the ceiling, as if counting to ten in her head. She closes her eyes a moment, before finally looking at Kim and responding, calmly, though a slight tremble remains in her voice.

BILLIE: I thought that Phil Collier had...turned over a new leaf. Tried to put his life together. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. That was my mistake. But I did it for y--

KIM: ...For yourself. Because you were scared of losing Bo. Which is exactly why you didn't tell him about your father until he was dead and you were accused of killing him!

BILLIE: I loved Bo. And--

KIM: ...And you thought that Bo only loved you as a pure-as-the-driven-snow little girl who hawked makeup. Did you seriously think that little of him?

Billie finally snaps at Kim, and raises her voice, pointing angrily as she speaks, equally pointedly.

BILLIE: NO! I thought so much of him, and so little of myself. That I would never be good enough for him! And that's exactly why I was the only one who understood your daughter. And the more she confided in me, the more I understood her, and she could feel that. All the while, there you are, wondering why she's not turning to you, and at the same time, there you are judging every step she takes?

KIM: I was hurting too!--

BILLIE: ...You were too afraid of losing another man to accept that YOUR OWN DAUGHTER went through the SAME THING YOU DID!

Kim stops dead, tensing as she draws herself up, holding back from letting loose completely. Billie's tension recedes as she finally lets her anger go at Kim.

BILLIE: And THAT is something you cannot pin on ME. You should be grateful that girl had someone to turn to that she could depend on. Because that someone certainly wasn't you.

As Billie finishes her thought, the door of the hospital room opens, and Kayla steps in.

KAYLA: I could hear you from the hallway, is everything okay in here?

Billie turns around, brushing away a tear from her eye, as Kim does the same. Billie steps towards the door.

BILLIE: It's all good, I was just leaving.

As Billie walks out, Kim steps over to her sister, pointing out the doorway at Billie.

KIM: I don't want her in here again.

KAYLA: Kim, she's just concerned about Theresa, just like you are.

Kim tenses again, frustrated by her sister seemingly siding with Billie.

KIM: I don't...care. I'm Theresa's mother, I deserve to be here, not her!

KAYLA: Kimmy, listen. I know you and Billie have your issues, but her and Theresa, they're incredibly close friends. Now, Billie doesn't present a danger to Theresa by coming to visit during visiting hours, and I honestly think it'd be good for her to have familiar voices around her while she's recovering.

KIM: So you're siding with her, then?

KAYLA: No, Kim. I'm asking you to do what's right for everyone. Including Theresa. Now, you have every legal right to bar Billie from Theresa's room, but...as your sister...I think it's a terrible idea.

Kim sighs, rolling her eyes, and thinking over Kay's words, as she folds her arms, looking down at her comatose daughter.


EJ closes the door to the waiting room behind him as he pushes Abigail's wheelchair inside. Abigail stays in her seat, and EJ leans against the door, folding his arms.

EJ: So...what was so urgent that you needed to alarm your entire family needlessly?

ABBY: Well, I've had some time to think since you and I talked. And I've made a decision.

EJ: Oh have you?

Abby looks unflinchingly at EJ, she responds firmly.

ABBY: Yes.

EJ tries to remain casual, but it's obvious that he's dreading the answer.

EJ: And what would that be?

ABBY: I've decided I'm not going to let you order me or my baby around for your convenience. So if we're going to make a decision about this, it's going to benefit all of us. You, this baby, AND me.

EJ: Just what does that mean, exactly?

ABBY: It means we're going to face this head on. I'm not going to Italy, EJ. You can't make me.

EJ stands frozen, disbelieving what he's hearing.



The halls of Titan TV are dead quiet as Nicole walks quietly into her office. The cleaning staff can be heard in a distance. Nicole checks the halls to ensure no one sees her enter before unlocking her office door.

Walking over to her office desk, she sets her handbag down and pulls out a flashlight. Before turning it on, she mutters to herself.

NICOLE: Better this than risk being seen. And better getting rid of that envelope now than leave it at Daniel's. Now where's the "on" switch.

She turns on the flashlight while it's facing her chin, bright light flashing her in the eyes momentarily.

NICOLE: AGH! Dammit! OW!

Nicole drops her flashlight, quickly remembering she's being loud and covers her mouth quickly. After a moment of blinking and making sure she's not been blinded, she bends down and picks up the flashlight, then steps behind her desk with the envelope. Unlocking the drawer at the bottom, she files the envelope away in the very back of the drawer.

As she rises from the desk, Nicole catches a shadowy outline pass her office window. Nicole tries to stay still as it passes. She waits another moment before sneaking back out of the office, making sure no one sees her leave.



Gabi doesn't know what to say in response to Sonny's accusation. She stumbles to respond.

GABI: I....look...maybe I...

SONNY: Oh my God, she actually is still in love with Nick.

GABI: Hey, I didn't--

SONNY: What is wrong with you?


GABI: Why are you so unwilling to believe that Nick might have actually changed, or that at least he's trying to, if someone would just give him a chance to?

WILL: We gave him chances, Gabi. Over and over. And he did terrible things to us all in return. Especially to you, Gabi.

GABI: But you just said it was a good idea to be nice to him. I don't get it.

WILL: I'm not suggesting we do that because I think he's suddenly a stand-up guy, Gabi. I'm saying we do it because we don't know what he's plotting. And whatever it is, it could be really dangerous.

Gabi goes to speak but stops, unable to retort.

SONNY: We have to hold our cards close to our chests, Gabi. Will's right.


Kate wanders through Horton Town Square, clutching the envelope she's just received, containing shocking information on Jordan Ridgeway. Kate mutters to herself.

KATE: Jordan Ridgeway aka Kaylie Matthews, former bank robber, turned physiotherapist, hm? Now, should I go to the police, or to Rafe first.

Kate ponders this momentarily before hearing laughter behind her. Rafe and Jordan are out for a late-evening stroll. Rafe greets her warmly.

RAFE: Kate! Fancy meeting you here!

KATE: Indeed. You two having a great night, I'd imagine.

JORDAN: That we are.

KATE: And what have you two been up to tonight? Anything particularly memorable on the agenda?

RAFE: Nothin' too special, just thought we'd take a nice walk now that the legs are back workin' for me again.

KATE: Well you know what I think? I think you two should take some special time together and take advantage of this beautiful night while you still can.

RAFE: What do you mean by that? It's not late at all and it's beautiful out tonight.


Kate pauses for a second before speaking.

KATE: All the more reason to take advantage. I heard that...what was it, polar vortex was swirling back this way. Best to enjoy it before the winds change.

Kate gives a smile, much to Jordan and Rafe's bemusement.

KATE: I'll see you both later, I'm sure.

RAFE: Yeah. Definitely.

Kate saunters away, leaving Jordan and Rafe somewhat baffled.

JORDAN: What is she even talking about?

RAFE: Search me.

Kate walks out to the bench outside town square before making a phone call.

KATE: Roman? It's Kate Roberts. I need to speak to you immediately.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson


John tosses and turns in his bed at the Salem Inn. Unable to fall asleep, he looks up at the ceiling, thinking about Brady, and the opportunity he's lost to try to win his son back. He sighs heavily.

JOHN: I gotta take a long walk. Clear my mind.

John pulls back the covers and jumps out of bed. Getting dressed, he checks his back pocket of his pants for his wallet. As he pulls his wallet out, a wallet-sized picture of Brady falls out onto the floor.

Looking down, John bends down to pick it up, looking it over intensely.

JOHN: I'm not gonna let the DiMeras get away with this, Brady. Trust me.

John looks up, puts the picture away, and heads out the door.



Marlena takes a leisurely stroll through Horton Town Square. As she rounds the corner, she spots Roman coming toward her from the opposite direction. They smile at each other as they approach. Roman spreads his arms to welcome a hug to Marlena, she accepts and hugs back.

MARLENA: It's so good to see you.

ROMAN: It always is to see you, Doc.

They linger in their embrace, and as they separate, Marlena gives Roman a wistful smile, knowing what's weighing on his mind.

ROMAN: How's Theresa doing? I haven't had a chance to get to the hospital this afternoon.

Marlena looks down, trying to formulate an answer for Roman.

MARLENA: Well, it's not great. But...she made it through surgery. She...

ROMAN: She's still in a coma, is she?

Marlena nodd regretfully.

MARLENA: Kayla and Daniel aren't sure if she's going to wake up any time soon, but...for now, yes.

ROMAN: My God. How's Kimmy taking it?

MARLENA: Oh as well as can be expected, I guess. I left her at the hospital when she went in to visit. Figured I'd give her some alone time with Theresa.

ROMAN: Makes sense. I'll probably head down tomorrow, myself.

MARLENA: I think she'd like that.

Roman shakes his head in sadness at his sister and niece's fate.

ROMAN: You know, Doc. It's been so hard on Kim, all these years. She really hasn't had it easy, you know?

MARLENA: It's been hard on Theresa too. The important thing is that the family's together, and Theresa has her friends and family on her side.


Billie steps onto the elevator at University Hospital, as she steps on, she looks up and is face to face with Daniel. She's surprised, but smiles at the doctor, who smiles a wry smile back her way.

DANIEL: Fancy meeting you here.

BILLIE: Yeah, well...it's not exactly a happy visit but...

DANIEL: You're here to see Theresa, aren't you?

Billie nods sadly.

BILLIE: Yep! ...Aaaand I didn't even get a chance to see her, really.

DANIEL: You alright? You did see a little shaken up.

BILLIE: Yeah, I mean...it's not like this is the best day anyway but...(sigh) Oh, I got into a fight with Kim Brady.

DANIEL: Ahhhh. Yeah.

The two quickly stop talking. Awkwardly, they stare forward, deeply pensive, both about their respective worries.

Finally, Daniel breathes in, and breaks the silence.

DANIEL: Uh...look. I'm done my shift in a minute. If you wanted to talk, I'd be more than willing to grab a drink with you and we could...


DANIEL: ...Yeah.

BILLIE: Well, you know...(laughs) with the day I've had, hey, might as well replace one vice with another, eh?

DANIEL: I'm...not quite sure what...you...

Billie holds up her hand to stop Daniel speaking.

BILLIE: It's...it's okay. I'd love to.

Daniel smiles, but is a bit confused and concerned by Billie's statement.


EJ stands in the waiting room at the hospital, breathing in to cool down from Abby's sudden backbone growth.

EJ: I'm sorry...WHAT?!

Abby tenses, clearly uncomfortable with challenging EJ, particularly with his volatile temper.

ABBY: I said...I am not going to Italy.

EJ smiles suddenly, as he walks slowly over to the coffee maker in the waiting room. He casually pours himself a cup, laughing to himself.

EJ: Oh you are funny, Abigail.

ABBY: There is nothing funny about it, EJ. I am not going. You can't force me to just...uproot my entire life because I inconvenienced you with this baby.

EJ: You see, that's your problem, Abigail. You don't know anything at all. About me. Or this child.




Kim stands in Theresa's hospital room, arms crossed, as if to hold herself together. She looks down at her comatose daughter, a great pain within her. Kayla walks up behind her and puts a hand on Kim's shoulder.

KAYLA: You gonna be okay?

Kim looks skyward, trying to hold in her tears.

KIM: I doubt it. You know, I JUST got my Jeannie back. She finally turned to me last night. Do you know how long it's been since I've held my daughter, Kay? For her to turn to me instead of Billie or...someone else for advice? She came to me. And now...not even a day later. Here she is.

Kayla leans in as Kim turns to face Kayla and they hug tightly. Kim begins to sob on her sister's shoulder, as Kayla pats her sister gently on the back.

KAYLA: It's okay. I know.

After Kim cries a few seconds more, then pulls back and looks intently at Kayla. Kim's expression changes quickly to one of anger and she points at Kayla, driving home her point.

KIM: I want her banned, Kayla.

KAYLA: Kim, I'm serious, I don't thi--

KIM: ...I don't care! She has no business being here, she has no right to be here.

KAYLA: Kimmy, she does! She was there for Theresa. Don't you see? She needed that confidant. She had nobod--


Kayla holds back what she was going to say. Kim takes Kayla's silence for understanding, and continues.

KIM: If that woman isn't barred from my daughter's room by tomorrow morning, I will get a court order. Do you understand?

KAYLA: I'll let Daniel know.

Kim walks away, closing the door to Theresa's room behind her. Kayla stays behind, deep in thought, shaking her head at Kim's unhinged anger.


Billie and Daniel are seated at Club TBD. Taking a quiet corner booth, the two are quietly taking over their drinks, laughing and looking at each other with intensity.

DANIEL: So, I hope you're feeling a bit better.

BILLIE: A bit.

Daniel pouts jokingly, making Billie laugh.

BILLIE: I appreciate the effort though!

DANIEL: Well, at least it wasn't a total waste, then. You wanna talk about what's bothering you?

Daniel reads Billie's suddenly less bright face as a sign, and stops himself from pushing further.

DANIEL: Or maybe not?

BILLIE: It's...better left alone. I just...I had a hard day.

DANIEL: Theresa's accident?

BILLIE: Yyyep. It never gets easier as you get older, seeing your friends struggling to hold on. And the worst part in all this is that, I'm looking at this girl, hoping that, at the same time you hope they come back to you, that...maybe this could end all the pain and suffering they're going through every day.

DANIEL: You really think she's suffering that much?

BILLIE: (sigh) I really shouldn't be talking about this.

DANIEL: Okay. So then...what shall we talk about?

Billie cracks a smile again, looking at Daniel while holding up a martini in her hand.

BILLIE: Hmm...well, good doctor...I'll leave that up to you.

DANIEL: Hmmm...that sounds dangerous.

BILLIE: You never know until you try.

DANIEL: Well, I admit, I'm glad you agreed to this drink. I wasn't sure you were going to.

Billie, mid-drink, almost chokes on it, surprised by Daniel's comment. She looks at him, surprised.

BILLIE: Why would you think I'd say no?

DANIEL: Well...I mean...I've hardly had the best track record with your family, Billie. I mean...between your mom, Chelsea, and what went down with Chloe when she was with Lucas...

Billie holds up her hands, waving them to get Daniel to stop.

BILLIE: Okay, stop, stop right there. Look. I know you've got history with my family. But I also know what I see. And I see a man who's come a long way through a lot of really...kinda awful circumstances. And he's learned a lot. And I sure as Hell can't judge you based on what I've done in my time.

Daniel smiles, looking down at his drink, somewhat sheepishly.

BILLIE: You're not perfect. None of us are. And besides, I thought we agreed this was only a friendly drink, nothing serious, we were going to get away from all the seriousness. What happened to that??

DANIEL: (laughs) That's the truth, right there. I think that calls for a toast.

Billie raises her glass, smiling with a seductive glint in her eyes. Daniel raises his as well.

DANIEL: To nothing serious.

BILLIE: (laughs) Cheers to that.

Daniel and Billie toast, never taking their eyes off each other in the process.


Abigail sits in the hospital lounge in her wheelchair, incredulous at EJ's audacity.

ABBY: What the Hell is that supposed to mean, EJ? I know you love your kids. But this baby, how can you be so eager to make this baby go away?

EJ turns around, impassioned as he turns to face Abigail, raising his voice to stop her from making any further insinuations.

EJ: That is NOT what I'm trying to do, Abigail. I am trying to make sure that we are all protected.

ABBY: Oh well, that's a huge difference. So, we'll never see or hear from this child again, but we're not throwing them away, heavens no. Semantics make all the difference!

EJ: Abigail, I am not going to throw this child away. I have been kept from two of my children. One of them was dead before I even knew they existed. I was denied that opportunity. Don't you think I wanted to be there for them? To love them? To watch them grow, and become their own people?

Abby can't respond to EJ's comments. She looks down, mouth agape, trying to formulate something to say in response before finally choking something out.

ABBY: I'm sorry.

EJ: Yes, well...I just need to be clear about this. This is not about making this child disappear. I will see to that. But for your own protection, you need to take this trip. It's the only way our secret will be safe, and that we won't be put in a position that will potentially destroy us both.

Abigail laughs a bit. She shakes her head before responding to EJ's second sermon.

ABBY: You, EJ. It will destroy you. That's the thing, you see. I don't have as much to lose now, having this affair come to light, as you do. So why should I have to be the one to completely just...uproot their lives to accomodate your potential public shaming? Huh?

EJ: Fine then, Abigail. What exactly do you propose we do then?

ABBY: We can just say the baby is Chad's and that I conceived it before he was shot.

EJ laughs now, shaking his head at what he sees as Abigail's silliness and naivete.

EJ: Oh you silly little girl.

ABBY: What? It's not that far from the truth. I mean...Chad and I didn't have sex that long before you and I did.

EJ: But it was long enough that there would be questions, Abigail. You would have to induce labour early to make that story work, and that is too dangerous for the baby. I will not risk that child's health. Got it?

ABBY: Clear as mud.

EJ: Look, you have no choice about this. You have to go to Italy. Tomorrow morning, you will be on that flight.

ABBY: And what if I'm not, EJ?

EJ puts his head in his hands, unable to comprehend Abigail's bullheadedness on this subject. As EJ speaks, Abigail's defenses begin to finally break down again against the onslaught of information EJ presents to her.

EJ: I...do...do you not understand how Samantha will react to this if she finds out? Don't you get it, Abigail?? If people find out about this, it will not just be my head on a platter, you'll be on the next dish over. You should be well aware by now of the damage Samantha can cause when she's been wronged. Alright?! Think about it. Your mother, your brother, your grandmother, all of your friends and family, the scandal in the community, you'll probably never work in this town again, I mean, your father would be spinning in his grave knowing that--

ABBY: ALRIGHT! EJ...I'll do it. Just...don't ever bring up my father EVER again like that.

EJ calms down, relieved by Abby's agreement to go ahead with the move. He nods. Abby begins to sob in her chair as the gravity of the situation begins to weigh into her.

EJ: Deal.

Abby begins to wheel herself out of the room, struggling with the act through her tears. EJ walks up behind her to push her toward the elevator. As he pushes her, he leans down close to Abby and speaks softly.

EJ: And for the record, I will make sure you can see your baby whenever you like. I promise.

Abby shakes her head, completely disbelieving him.


Roman and Marlena sit on a bench at Town Square together. They sit quietly together, when Marlena turns to Roman and asks him a question.

MARLENA: You know, I just remembered, back to when you left Salem before, after you found out about John and I...I...remember...I sat down at a park bench, kind of like this one, and I remember thinking...I'm never going to have a moment just...sitting quietly with you ever again. And wishing I could.

Roman stares off into the distance. A blank expression across his face as he listens to Marlena.

ROMAN: Heh, well...a lot's happened since then.

MARLENA: It has.

ROMAN: You know, I'm glad we've been able to come together and be friends again, though. I know we had some rough times before, but it's just like you and John. No matter what comes between you, you always managed to find your way back to each other.

MARLENA: Leave it up to fate, I guess.

ROMAN: Absolutely.

Marlena smiles and looks at Roman warmly. She laughs a bit, causing Roman to turn to her, a bit confused.

ROMAN: What are you laughing at?

MARLENA: I just remembered how much you used to hate when people would talk like that in movies. We used to watch these romance movies and it'd be like pulling teeth to get you to sit through them for about an hour, and then by the end you'd be crying like a baby.

Roman makes a face at Marlena of mock disgust and disbelief.

ROMAN: I would never!

MARLENA: Oh yes you would!

ROMAN: Name ONE time!

MARLENA: I can think of about four.

ROMAN: A pack of lies, all of it!

Marlena laughs, Roman joins in moments later. As they do, John walks into the square, walking slowly behind them but far away where they don't see him. He spies their tender moment. but hangs far back, not able to hear their whole conversation.

MARLENA: And the best part was when the movie was over, you'd decide to get all romantic and run to the kitchen to get my favourite dessert.

Roman looks to Marlena, a bit of confusion still lingering on her face as she talks.

ROMAN: (softly) Doc?

MARLENA: Chocolate-covered strawberries. And you'd put them on the tray, you remember the silver one with the--

ROMAN: Doc! I don't...I don't know what you're talking about I...

Marlena looks to Roman, having forgotten about his memory failings the last few weeks. She looks guiltily at him, as Roman looks down, fighting back tears and attempting to hold back his rage. He slams his fist against the bench.

ROMAN: I don't...remember.

MARLENA: Oh Roman! It's okay.

Marlena pulls Roman in tightly, holding him closely to her, as he responds by putting his arms around her. John looks off in a distance at the scene, a great pained look on his face as the wife he turned away appears to be caressing her ex-husband.





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson


The morning edition of the Salem Spectator falls in front of Nicole's door at the hotel. Shortly thereafter, Nicole opens the door and picks it up, while clutching her morning coffee.

Upon opening the rolled-up paper and seeing the headline, she drops her mug.

The headline:



Brady's alarm goes off to the sound of the radio blasting a news report. Initially, Brady is groggy, but as he listens to the report, he wakes up fast.

RADIO: ...Brady Black's head may be on the chopping block at Titan today after video footage collected by gossip site A2Z shows Black, highly intoxicated and openly doing lines of cocaine at a Chicago club. This comes just weeks after the disasterous announcement that Titan was acquiring oil and gas firm EnerNext in a multi-billion dollar deal. Executives at Titan are currently in an emergency meeting to discuss the future of Mr. Black's tenure as CEO--

Brady shuts the radio off and lies back in bed, a look of horror in his eyes.


Victor calls the meeting to order, a flurry of activity in the room as the board members take their seats. Kate, Lucas, Tyler, Billie, and Victor are joined by three other board members, as they slowly come to order.

Kate sits between Lucas and Billie, and leans toward them, speaking quietly.

KATE: I guess our hot mess CEO finally got a little sloppy where people can see.

Victor stands at the end of the table. He sounds exhausted, without his usual fire.

VICTOR: This meeting will come to order. As you've probably heard, we have a bit of a crisis on our hands. My grandson has become involved in some things that will put into question every business decision this company has made and will make in the coming weeks, and I propose a solution that will allow us to retain those contracts, and salvage our image. But I will need your help.


Stefano is sitting in the living room of the DiMera mansion, going over paperwork. EJ is standing pensively in the doorway, almost looking right past Stefano. He walks into the room slowly, a coffee cup in hand.

EJ: Good morning, Father.

Stefano looks up, pleased to see EJ.

STEFANO: Elvis! Good morning, my son. I was just looking over the news.

EJ: Regarding whom?

STEFANO: Brady Black. Looks like you aren't the only one who is getting sloppy in your business.

Stefano takes the newspaper and flops it down on the table before EJ. EJ studies the headline carefully.




EJ looks up from the paper, still a bit taken aback by the headline.

EJ: You know, this was bound to happen. I mean, Brady Black has always had a substance abuse problem. Frankly, I don't even know why this is scandalous anymore.

STEFANO: Or why Victor Kiriakis is dumb enough to continue to keep him in the family business. Which reminds me, you might want to be a little more careful in your future extra-curricular activities, if you know what I mean.

EJ rolls his eyes, and closes the doors to the living room before responding.

EJ: Alright, Father. I know you want to talk about this, so have at it. Gloat at how my relationship with Samantha is falling apart around my ears and how much better off I am without her.

STEFANO: I don't have to, you just did.

EJ: But that's the thing. You're just so happy that this has happened, you can't bear it. So tell me. How'd you find out about it, hm?

Stefano wordlessly shuffles some papers around, before opening his desk drawer. He pulls out a green envelope and hands it to EJ.

EJ: What on Earth is that?

STEFANO: Something an associate of mine has been working on. You may be interested in it.

EJ frowns in confusion, before opening the envelope. Inside is a picture of EJ and Abigail in a passionate kiss at the cabin on Smith Island. EJ is stunned by this discovery.



Anne steps groggily to the doorway of her apartment. A long night after her run-in with Daniel's car, and a lack of sleep have left her visibly tired. She notices a letter addressed to her on the floor. She goes to grab it, and feels as she picks up the envelope, an unusual texture to the paper.

It feels rough, almost like sandpaper...but loose, as though unattached to the paper itself.

A sort of powdery texture is across the letter, and Anne reluctantly feels it across her fingertips, as she recalls EJ's threat against her the previous evening.

EJ: Are you seriously going to threaten me?

EJ walks closer to Anne, as Anne leans against her desk. They both have a guarded appearance, almost trying to seem more imposing than the other.

ANNE: Well, it seems to me that I hold the cards here. And we all know how hard you're trying to be a "good man" now. So, what exactly are you going to threaten me with?

EJ: I just want to remind you of what historically has happened to those who decide to meddle in the affairs of the DiMera family. It doesn't end well for them.

Suddenly, after spending a moment studying the envelope, she drops it in revulsion. She looks at the envelope on the ground. The DiMera Enterprises crest, the Phoenix, on the top corner next to the return address.

ANNE: That bastard. That sick, twisted bastard.


Jenn brings in the morning paper, and heads into the living room, where Abigail is fully dressed for work. She seems in a haze, which Jennifer notices.

JENNIFER: Hey, Abigail. Ready for work, Sweetie?

ABIGAIL: Ready as I'll ever be.

JENNIFER: How are you liking working at Countess W so far? Is the glamourous world of makeup as exciting as you thought it'd be?

Abigail doesn't even crack a smile at Jenn's comment. She glumly looks down at the table, filing away the last papers into her new bag.

ABIGAIL: Ohhh Glamourous is not a word I would use to describe this job, Mom. Now 'stress', THAT is a word I would use.

JENNIFER: Already? I mean, you've only been there a few weeks, honey. Any new job is gonna be stressful.

ABIGIAL: This, this is a completely different kind of stress.

JENNIFER: You having to work so closely with EJ?

Abigail looks up at Jenn, stunned for a moment.


Jenn puts a sympathetic hand on Abigail's shoulder.

JENNIFER: Abigail, I understand. It's still fresh, the pain that EJ and Chad caused you. It's alright, though. Just work your hardest and you'll be able to move on one day.

ABIGAIL: Oh. Yeah. I hope so.

JENNIFER: You're stronger than you think, honey. I mean, come on, you're my daughter, and Jack Deveraux's daughter, for crying out loud. Some skinny DiMera kid isn't gonna ruin your life, is he?

Abigail finally smiles a bit, and looks over at her mom lovingly.

ABIGIAL: Thanks, Mom.

Jenn kisses Abigail goodbye, but Abigail notices the headline of the newspaper Jenn dropped on the coffee table, and is shocked, pointing at the newspaper.

ABIGAIL: Oh my God. Mom, do you think Theresa had anything to do with this?

JENNIFER: I don't know, honey. But I do know Brady's been getting himself into enough trouble without her help lately. But I wouldn't be surprised if Theresa is part of the blame.


Nicole is in her hotel room, cleaning up the coffee she spilt on herself when Eric comes to her door. Noticing the door is slightly ajar, he pushes it open.

ERIC: Nicole! What happened?

NICOLE: I spilled coffee all over my robe. Thankfully it's not mine or I'd be pitching a fit right now.

Eric smiles at Nicole as he steps into her room.

NICOLE: Stop that, it's not funny.

ERIC: What, are you that clumsy in the morning? Do we need to give you sippy cup until you've had a couple cups?

Eric puts his hands on Nicole's shoulders, laughing at his own jokes. Nicole rolls her eyes, but really doesn't mind Eric's teasing.

NICOLE: I'm fine. I just...I read something.

ERIC: What?

NICOLE: (sighs) You may wanna sit down for this.

Nicole grabs the newspaper from her desk and hands it reluctantly over to Eric. Eric sees the headline and is stunned and concerned.


Anne scurries into her kitchen, and washes her hands thoroughly in piping hot water. The entire time, she mutters to herself in anger.

ANNE: So either Mr. DiMera is trying to kill me with anthrax-laced letters, which I highly doubt, or he wants me to think he is to "warn me".

Anne finishes washing her hands of any trace residue from the letter and puts on her rubber kitchen gloves. She puts each one on with a dramatic snap as the gloves struggle to fit on her hands.

ANNE: And that, dear Elvis, is not going to work on old Anne Milbauer.

She grabs a plastic freezer bag from the drawer, and walks back into the living room.

Carefully, she picks the envelope up and drops it into the freezer bag, before sealing it up.

ANNE: I don't suffer fools easily, EJ. You better watch your back too.

Anne places the bagged letter in her purse, and hastily heads out the front door, closing it with a slam.


EJ looks at the photo incredulously. He shakes his head and inspects the photo carefully, as though he would be able to find it was a fabrication with the naked eye.

EJ: Father, why do you have this?

Stefano walks around EJ to grab a drink. He pours the drink, casually sipping it as he talks with EJ, and paces the room.

STEFANO: Well, you see, I wanted to be absolutely sure that you would keep your promise to me to keep our family together, and to honour me as your father. And so, when I heard about all this nonsense with Nicholas Fallon that you, Katerina, and Samantha have all been involved in, I became concerned.

EJ: So you had someone follow me.

STEFANO: I had to make sure you were taking care of things correctly. There is a strange old man in the woods that's been making noises about Titan buying his land. I heard he was quite a photographer. So I made him a deal.

EJ: Blackmail photos of me in exchange for the funds to fight Titan to keep his property.

Stefano nearly spits out his drink at EJ's suggestion of blackmail.

STEFANO: Blackmail is such a strong word. In my family, we do not blackmail each other.

EJ, sensing the complete absurdity of Stefano's statement, turns to Stefano, exasperated, his voice raising quickly.

EJ: Well, what would you call it then, Father? Shall we go out and get a nice frame for this? Maybe blow this photo up and put it up on the wall next to your portrait? What else do you call this BUT blackmail?!

STEFANO: Insurance! Naturally, we cannot rebuild my family if you are working to undermine me. And besides, this way, I have someone working on the inside at Titan to try to take them down.

EJ sits down on the couch, worn out by the revelations Stefano has just laid out for him.

EJ: I don't believe this. You do realize you've essentially hired Nicholas Fallon and his lapdog to spy on me. The same man who very nearly destroyed Will's life because he didn't like the idea of two men raising their own child together. You do realize how easily this could blow up in your face, right?

Stefano, unfazed, shrugs, before sitting back down at his desk.

STEFANO: As long as Nicholas Fallon and Percy Ruggles work for me, you have nothing to worry about. Just remember, Elvis, I can and will help you keep these secrets no matter what. But you must support me as well. It's all in your hands.

EJ: My God. It's all about control with you, isn't it? You can't love people normally, you have to manipulate them to love you the way you want, or else it's not good enough. I...I cannot...

EJ seethes with anger over his stupidity, and prepares to let off a further tirade at his father, when Harold opens the doors to the living room, causing EJ to turn around with a start. Harold is careful upon seeing EJ's reaction and enters slowly.

HAROLD: Pardon me, Sir. Uh...but...a Miss Hernandez is here to see you.

Gabi follows Harold into the room, she is made up and dressed for the day, but her face wears the burden of the previous night's realization, and her eyes are those of a woman who hasn't slept.

GABI: EJ, I need your help. Badly, it's an emergency.


Victor continues to speak as the emergency board meeting at Titan continues. Kate continues to ignore the proceedings as she speaks to Lucas.

KATE: Honestly, I can't wait to see the look on Brady's face when he finally wakes up from his drug-fuelled haze and realizes what's going on.

Victor is too exhausted to chastize Kate for her gossipping, and continues speaking to the board overtop of her chatter.

VICTOR: My motion is simple, we shall have Brady replaced as CEO at Titan with myself, with Tyler Houston running the EnerNext division, while my grandson submits to an extensive rehabilitation program. Brady will only be considered to recommence his duties as CEO upon sucessful completion of the program, provided the board is satisfied with the arrangement. During this time, Brady will retain his seat on the executive board, and will be compensated using sick benefits. If Brady's rehabilitation is unsuccessful, we shall proceed with a new vote to find a new permanent CEO for Titan. All in favour of this motion.

The board unanimously raises their hands to Victor's motion. Victor looks around for dissenting voters, but, solemnly, he prepares to complete the motion. As Victor begins speaking, Brady opens the doors to the board room, overhearing Victor's announcement.

VICTOR: Then it is so...as of today, the 27th of July, 2014, Brady Black is temporarily relieved of his duties as CEO of Titan Industrie--


The board turn around in shock at Brady's outburst, minus Kate, who half-expected this, and looks up in calm curiosity. She leans over to Billie, whispering not-so-quietly to her.

KATE: Right on cue, as always.



Welcome to the first of a few entries to start off the year for those of you who have been reading along and especially for those of you who haven't (so far). 2014 at my DAYS blog have seen a very exciting year (hopefully more exciting than on TV anyway), filled with intrigue and excitement.

This first entry for 2014 will be going over one of the central stories I've been working on for 2014, and will continue well into the new year. The saga of Titan and it's big oil partner, EnerNext.

EnerNext: The Corprate Saga Continues


Upon Nick Fallon's misadventures in the river in the Winter of 2013 at the hands of Gabi Hernandez, Kate Roberts, and Sami Brady, Nick was presumed dead. However, a nature-loving Brit by the name of Percy rescued Nick from a wet and icy death, taking him to his secluded cottage in the woods north of Salem, where Nick was able to recuperate, as well as plot his revenge against everyone who had wronged him.

Speaking with Percy at length during those long days in the cabin, Nick discovered a plan by a major energy company, EnerNext, to buy up all the land in the rural area north-west of Salem. The area was found to have a potentially lucrative fossil fuel deposit buried beneath it, mostly in hard-to-access tar sands in the soil. EnerNext needed to purchase Percy's many acres of land to commence their fracking operations. However, as Percy is an environmentalist, and avid owl-watcher, he could simply not sell his land, knowing the owls he found so fascinating would be driven away by the clear-cutting, and the extreme amount of pollution created by EnerNext's operation.


Nick grew sympathetic to Percy's problems, and, upon blackmailing Kate Roberts into rehiring him at Titan subsidiary MadWorld, promised to assist him in taking down EnerNext, if in exchange, Percy assisted him in taking down Nick's enemies. Luckily for both of them, they shared a few enemies in common.

After researching the situation, Nick decided to find an ally in the press to help him in his mission. He tracked down Nicole Walker, who worked as an investigative reporter for Titan TV. Nicole, desperate to get a foothold in the news business once again after her disasterous stint working for Eric Brady at St. Luke's, was initially repelled by the story of a local birdwatcher reticent to sell his land to a corporation. She was equally repelled at the thought of dealing with a convicted murderer and all-around sleaze like Nick. But the more she dug into the story, the more the story excited her. Here was a story that could really launch her career back on track. The only missing piece of the puzzle was: Who was pulling the strings to get the funding and the local backing for the project?

Nick did some digging, and uncovered the very convenient truth, that EnerNext was dealing very closely with a local firm, one that Nick could easily use to his and Percy's advantage: Titan. This was less convenient for Nicole, however. Confronting EnerNext's CEO at the company's press conference held at Horton Town Square. Her barrage of tough questions for Tyler Houston, EnerNext's CEO, ranged from the environmental impact of the fracking operations, to the perception of environmental racism by virtue of the much richer oil deposits near the more affluent east end of Salem. After several minutes of questioning, punctuated by a gathered crowd of hundreds of protesters, eagerly rooting for Nicole as she put Tyler on the hot seat, Tyler finally was rescued by a visibly angered Victor, who erupted from behind the temporary stage built for the conference. Tyler announced at that moment that Titan would be acquiring EnerNext's operation.

Nicole was stunned and angered, having put the fate of her career in jeopardy now that she realized that the very people she was fighting in this story were her own employers. Nicole confronted Nick about the revelation, realizing almost instantly that Nick knew that Titan and EnerNext were to merge, and didn't say anything to her about it, as it would inevitably lead to Nicole giving up the story. However, Nicole didn't realize that while she was making a fool of herself at the press conference, Nick was covering his bases, and broke into Nicole's office at Titan TV, attempting to steal back the information Nicole had collected about EnerNext during her investigation. What he came away with wasn't what he was looking for, but was much more beneficial to him.

Upon opening the folder, Nick discovered evidence that Nicole had withheld from Eric regarding the identity of the doctor that created the drug cocktail used by Kristen DiMera to rape then-Father Eric, as well as the makeup of the drug itself. When Nick confronted Nicole with the evidence, Nicole was forced to continue working on the story, consequences be damned. But Nick knew to keep everything under the radar, as he had another ace up his sleeve.

While digging for information, Nick stumbled upon Sheryl Connors, MadWorld's newest graphic designer, in a dark office with her friend Jordan Ridgeway. However, Nick recognized the two immediately as their true identities, Kaylie Matthews and Siobhan McKinnon: Environmental activists accused of blowing up a bank in Canada during the G8 Protests. Nick knew that they were both where they weren't supposed to be, and that they all had the same goal: bring down EnerNext and Titan. By threatening to out Sheryl and Jordan as their true identities, Nick secured their complicity in his plans.

However, none of them were aware that Kate Roberts was already a step or two ahead of them. With Kate insanely jealous of Jordan's budding relationship with Rafe Hernandez, Kate had hired a private investigator to find out any information he could about Jordan Ridgeway's past. But, after sneaking into Jordan's apartment and uncovering her collection of fake IDs, it took very little time to find out who Jordan really was.


Presenting the proof of Jordan's real identity to Roman Brady, Kate hoped to be rid of Jordan once and for all. Not so. Due to a legal loophole, Kaylie (Jordan) and Siobhan (Sheryl) had been acquited for the bank bombing in Canada. Roman knew that the two women were up to something, however, and agreed to help Kate find some answers before it was too late. Roman approached the ISA to bring Kate's daughter, ISA agent Billie Reed back to Salem, under the guise of working alongside her mother at MadWorld Cosmetics, all the while actually protecting her and helping her take down Sheryl and Jordan.

The next step in Nick's plan would be to break apart all the elements that would allow the fracking project to become a reality. Knowing that Titan TV was a crucial element in Titan/EnerNext's plan to make the community see the benefits of the oil sands project, essentially rendering Titan TV to little more than a source of corporate propaganda, Nick set about ensuring the TV station became an entity independant of Titan. Knowing that Victor's brazen dismissal of FCC regulations, and basic journalistic principles would not sit well with the Titan board, and also recognizing not only would it look better on Titan if they shed the money-losing TV operation, he set about influencing (read: blackmailing) the members of the board that he could control. Namely Kate.

Using what he knew of Kate's involvement in his attempted drowning, Kate is tasked with influencing the vote against Victor's plans to retain Titan TV, thus giving an independent voice to the news against the EnerNext oil sands project, allowing Nicole to continue investigating and reporting the potential dangers of allowing the project to come to fruition, and breaking apart the Titan empire piece by piece, all under the guise of saving Titan's shareholders money.

Who stands to gain from Titan's loss of their TV station? And who is giving Nick orders? None other than Stefano DiMera.

Are Nick's intentions simply to right past wrongs and save Percy's land from destruction at the hands of big oil? Or is there something much more sinister at work?

Please feel free to comment and to ask questions. And thanks all of you who read my Days of Our Lives every week! Happy 2015!




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Nick steps off the elevator at the MadWorld offices at Titan. Making his way over to one of the offices, he knocks gently on the door.

A voice from inside calls out.

SHERYL: Come in.

Nick sees himself in, and Sheryl, sitting at her desk, working on her laptop, looks up. Realizing who it is, is displeased at seeing him.

SHERYL: Not the time.

NICK: Oh, come on! Don't you have time for old friends?

SHERYL: I do. For friends.

NICK: Needlessly harsh, Sheryl.

Sheryl looks up from her computer, staring at Nick, as if staring long enough will make him disappear.

SHERYL: What do you want?

NICK: We need to go over a few things before the vote today. What is going to be our next move?

Sheryl's interest is piqued. She closes her laptop and looks at Nick with a sudden interest.


Gabi walks up to the door of Hope's office at the Salem PD. She pauses a second before knocking, and breathes in deeply, as though the deep breath will give her the confidence to carry out her next step.

GABI: (softly, to herself) Okay, Gabi. You can do this. You've got to. We have to get Nick out of our lives for good. Especially for Ari.

Gabi knocks on Hope's door. Inside, Hope shuffles papers around her desk, before stepping over to the door to open it.

HOPE: Gabi! What a nice surprise!

Gabi stands nervously on the other side, flashing an awkward smile as she tries to look Hope in the eyes but is fairly unsuccessful. Hope can sense her tension.

GABI: Hey...Hope. Uh...Can I come in?

Hope steps back from the door, motioning Gabi inside.

HOPE: Sure.

Hope steps back, giving Gabi the chance to come in, and sit down in front of her desk, as Hope slides in behind it. They both have a seat, as Hope attempts to suss out Gabi's very nervous mood.

HOPE: So...what's happening? How's Ari?

GABI: She's good. She's growing every day I see her. I just...I'm so proud to be her mom.

HOPE: You know, I really need to come visit you guys one of these days. I've just been so swamped with work lately I haven't had much of a chance.

GABI: Oh we'd love it. And bring Ciara with you!

Hope smiles warmly.

HOPE: I'm sure she'd love that. So...what can I do for you?

Gabi sighs before she speaks, still working out exactly what to tell Hope.

GABI: Well...it's Nick. I'm really worried about him, and I was hoping...you could help.

Hope looks concerned, raising her one eyebrow in curiosity.


Marlena sets the manila envelope down on her desk, shaking her head at John's news.

MARLENA: What happened to the John who sent me that letter all those months ago? Asking me to forgive him, and that we should give it another chance?

JOHN: That was a long time ago, Doc. Things have changed a lot since then.

MARLENA: I'll say. Not a word from you since then, while your son went off the rails and drove into the lake. And where have you been?

John looks down, silent. Marlena refuses to accept his silence as an answer.


John looks up, shaking his head.


JOHN: I can't tell you.

Marlena slams her fist on her desk. Fed up with John's secrecy.

MARLENA: NO! I do NOT accept that!




Sheryl sits at her desk, thoughtfully contemplating Nick's question about their post-board meeting plans. Finally she speaks.

SHERYL: Well...I think we better start getting our troops on the ground, shouldn't we?

NICK: And what exactly do you mean by that?

Sheryl smirks, looking up at Nick with a look that's equal parts evil genius and seductress.

SHERYL: I know someone who can help us out. Get everyone mobilized in the right way. Trust me, he's come through before.

Nick's interest is piqued. He steps slowly towards Sheryl, almost as though the two are flirting.

NICK: And....does this someone have a name, perchance?

Sheryl's smirk grows, she breaks gaze with Nick and turns back to her computer.

SHERYL: Don't you know not to put all your cards on the table straight away?

NICK: Oh come on, Siobhan, now you're not playing fair.

Sheryl looks back at Nick momentarily, holding a finger up ready to wag.

SHERYL: Now now, Salem names!

Nick rolls his eyes playfully.

SHERYL: You know, Nick, if you want me to trust you, you're going to have to start trusting me a little more. I'll tell you more when I have things confirmed. Okay?

Nick shakes his head, a sly grin across his face. He gets up and heads for the door. Sheryl smiles and picks up her phone, starting to dial.


JJ walks into the Horton house, as Jennifer is preparing to leave for work. She looks surprised to see JJ coming in.

JENNIFER: JJ. What are you doing out so early?

JJ stops awkwardly in the doorway, trying to come up with an excuse on the fly to deflect from what he was actually up to.

JJ: Mom! I...uh...didn't expect you to still be home. I...left something I needed for school.

JENNIFER: Right...why exactly don't I believe you?

JJ: I don't know, Mom. Do you ever?

Jennifer looks at JJ, shooting him a disapproving glare.

JENNIFER: JJ, I thought we were past this. Look, I know that right now, I'm not getting the whole story. And I know something strange is going on because your sister didn't even come down for breakfast this morning, and you were out of the house before the crack of dawn when usually I have to pry you out of your bed if you have to be up any earlier than noon, so you'd better fess up, RIGHT now, Mister!

JJ looks away, knowing he's been caught. He struggles to come up with an answer for his mother.


Hope sits at her desk in her office, and looks over to Gabi, concerned about what she has to say.

HOPE: Okay, what's wrong with him?

Gabi breathes in deep, looking very concerned, as she concocts her story to Nick's cousin.

GABI: Well...see...I...I've been spending some time with Nick since he's come back from...New York...and...

HOPE: Have you? Good, I think Nick really needed that.

Gabi gives a weak smile in Hope's direction before returning to her contemplative look. Gabi looks away from Hope as she speaks, nervously telling her story. Occasionally catching herself and looking at Hope, whose intense gaze makes Gabi even more nervous.

GABI: Well, I hope so. I just...I don't think it's really doing much good...see...I've been noticing Nick's been acting really...strange since he's been back. He's just...he's not been his usual self.

HOPE: What are you saying?

GABI: I...Hope, I think Nick's using again. And if he is, I'm worried about what he'll do.

HOPE: Gabi, I don't think you have--

GABI: Hope, please. I wouldn't ask you unless I was really desperate. And I know he's your family but...you're the only one who can stop him. You know what he's capable of when he's hooked.


Hope looks at Gabi, brow furrowed and unsure what to make of Gabi's concerns.

HOPE: What do you expect me to do though? You want me to throw him in jail? Gabi, he's just completed his parole. He's just getting his life back. I can't do that to him!

GABI: But that's the thing, Hope. He's not. He's throwing it away again. Don't you see? You have to stop him. I'm afraid. For him. For me. For Will, Sonny...especially for my daughter. Please, Hope.

Hope looks away, lost suddenly in thought. Gabi's passionate pleas have given her the confidence to look straight towards Hope, as Gabi tears up, the genuine fear in her eyes becomes clear to anyone looking at her.


John sighs, standing up from his seat in front of Marlena's desk. Marlena looks up, not believing that John's prepared to walk out now.

MARLENA: What, that's it? You're just going to walk out now? Drop a bomb and leave?

John stops and turns around, pained to even talk to Marlena right now, especially knowing how badly he's hurting her.

JOHN: Doc, look. There's nothing we can say to each other right now that's gonna help either one of us.

MARLENA: Oh no. You don't get away that easily, John. We have plenty to talk about.

JOHN: Like what, Doc? What good it is gonna do to rehash everything.

Marlena sighs, trying to keep cool. She walks around the other side of her desk and takes John's hand tightly.

MARLENA: It'll do me a lot of good, and that should mean at least something to you.

JOHN: Doc, don't do this. Don't make this any--

MARLENA: ...Any what? Any harder than it has to be? I will make this as difficult as I want if it's the only way to get any answers out of you. Now you listen to me. Why are you doing this? You're just going to let Kristen win after everything she's done to you, and me, and Brady? This is exactly what she wants.

JOHN: Doc, this isn't about Kristen anymore...

MARLENA: Then what is it?

Marlena grabs both of John's arms, trying to keep him in place instead of running away. John looks as though he doesn't want to engage.

MARLENA: John, I have been there for you through way too much. From trying to figure out who you really are, after everything Stefano has done to both of us, all that time that I stood by you, even when Stefano had you...acting like you didn't even feel love...I was there. And it ends because of THIS?? This is absolutely nothing compare--

JOHN: Doc, you don't understand. At all. There is something that...none of us can fix.

MARLENA: Then what about this?

Marlena walks back behind her desk and pulls out the letter John sent her from Europe many months ago from her desk drawer. She holds it up sternly. John knows exactly what letter it is and has to look away, knowing he's getting emotional.

JOHN: I told you, Doc. Things have changed since then.


JOHN: Oh would you just stop it?!

MARLENA: I absolutely will not. I want to know what changed, John. You owe me that. I fought for YEARS to get back to you. I fought so hard for you, through everything. I never stopped believing in us, through Alex, through Kristen, Stefano, when Roman was ill...and now this. And now, after giving me this tiny little shred of hope...that's it?

John looks down, trying so hard to keep himself together, he can't conceive of looking up. Marlena walks up to John, around to make sure she's facing him.

MARLENA: This letter meant enough for you to send to me, so I want to know why you're here now trying to tear us apart. It is obvious that you're hurting as much as I am, so what is it?

John finally snaps, looking Marlena dead in the eye, an anger and sadness in his voice.

JOHN: Alright, you want the truth so badly, I'll spill. It's Roman.

Marlena looks at John, a look of confusion and disappointment on her face.






Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Will walks into Club TBD, wearing his best (and only) suit. He looks around the room before spotting Tyler in the corner of the room. Tyler looks up from the drink menu and flags Will down. Will acknowledges Tyler, then heads his way. Before sitting down, the two shake hands firmly.

WILL: Mr. Houston is it?

TYLER: Indeed it is. How are you doing, Will?

WILL: I...umm...I'm...well, a bit nervous, if I'm being honest.

TYLER: Not a single reason in the world for that. Sit down, let's talk.

WILL: Certainly, Sir.

As Will sits down, Tyler motions to him as if to tell him to stop.

TYLER: No, no. Call me Tyler.

WILL: Uh, sure.


TYLER: Listen, Will. I have to admit I stumbled upon your work quite by accident.


TYLER: Yes, I was introduced to...I think she's your aunt?

WILL: Oh, Maggie.

TYLER: Well, she showed me some of your writing, and...I've got to say, you have a real talent.

Will smiles nervously.

WILL: Well, thank you.

TYLER: You're more than welcome. I think it will be a huge asset to us over at EnerNext when you start next week.

Will stops suddenly, doing a double take.


EJ stands alone in the DiMera living room. Now dressed, he looks over his phone momentarily, quickly texting someone, a concentrating look on his face. He is interrupted by Harold stepping into the room.

HAROLD: Pardon me, Sir. But Miss Hernandez is here to see you.

EJ: Oh, send her in, Harold.

HAROLD: Certainly, Sir.

Harold steps aside, allowing Gabi to walk cautiously through the open double doors to the living room. Gabi steps in, and Harold closes the doors up behind her. Gabi immediately steps over to EJ and speaks in almost whisper tones.

GABI: Are we alone?

EJ: We are. Father went off to take care of some business. What happened?

GABI: Well...he took it.

EJ: And...?

Gabi gesticulates, looking for the right word to fill in what she's trying to express.

GABI: And...I don't know. He was...creepy as always.

EJ: Did he say anything about Kate and Samantha?

GABI: Nope. I mean...he's just...he thinks we slept together last night.

EJ looks to Gabi, shocked and displeased.


EJ: What? I mean...you didn't, did you?

Gabi looks to the side, unsure of an appropriate response.

GABI: Well...I mean...technically.

EJ: Gabriella. Seriously? Why would you be so damned stupid?


John stands outside Marlena's office at the hospital. He holds the manila envelope containing the divorce papers in his hands, hesitating to go in.

He stops, recalling the scene from the previous night that he spied between Roman and Marlena.

John flashes back to seeing Marlena and Roman hold each other on the bench at Horton Town Square, Marlena holding Roman tightly as Roman rubs her back tenderly.

John winces at the thought of the scene, but inhales deeply, attempting to keep his composure as he raises his one hand.

He knocks three times on Marlena's door.




Will blinks repeatedly, thinking that this will snap him back to reality and that misheard what Tyler, sitting across the table from him at Club TBD, has just offered him.

WILL: I'm sorry?

Tyler laughs as he speaks, knowing he's caught Will off guard.

TYLER: Well, don't just sit there saying two words at a time, tell me what you think about working for us!

Will stops and thinks for a second, barely having time to let it sink it.

WILL: Wait, you....I mean I'd love to but...here I am making a total jackass of myself, I just...did you just offer me a job?

TYLER: Will, you're a very persuasive, evocative writer. And the best part is, you're an outsider. You have a fresh, unjaded set of eyes. You're exactly what our company needs right now.

WILL: I...uh...thank you. I...don't know what to say. I mean, at the risk of ruining things...shouldn't I have to...interview for a job first? At least apply?

TYLER: No need.

Will smiles briefly, but almost immediately goes back into a state of stunned disbelief.

WILL: Well...my dad always taught me to read over a contract before signing.

TYLER: Glad you mentioned it.

Tyler pulls a manila envelope from his bag. He hands it to Will.

TYLER: Read this over. You have until tomorrow at midnight.

Tyler gets up, closes his briefcase, and leaves the club, patting Will on the back as he heads out. Will stays in his seat, still a bit stunned by what's just gone down.


Kate stands with Billie in Kate's office, arms folded, expecting an answer to her previous question.

KATE: Well? Are you going to vote in favour of Titan keep the TV station or not?

BILLIE: Mom, I don't know.

KATE: Well, you better know soon. Victor's doing the rounds trying to...I don't know, either gather support or threaten us all into it.

BILLIE: Well, I certainly don't need that. I mean, you already took care of that for Lucas and I.

KATE: I only told you what I recommend. Honey, you're an adult, but I cannot stress hard enough what a bad idea Titan holding onto that station is.

Billie sits down, adjusting her blouse and hair in her seat to try to distract her mind from her mom's unwanted intervention. Kate leans in to try to get her attention.

KATE: Do you get it? The station is a money pit. The only reason Victor wants to keep that station is so he can use it to manipulate everyone in Salem into thinking his hairbrained scheme to turn half the town into an oil fracking operation is a good idea.

BILLIE: I don't doubt that. But why don't you let him just...do it and watch him implode?

KATE: Because if he goes down, MadWorld goes down with it. And I'm not going to let that happen.

BILLIE: Fair enough.

Kate looks at Billie, a furrowed brow.

KATE: Why are you so reticent to go along with me. You know something I don't, don't you?

Billie breathes in, a hesitant look on her face that Kate sees right through.

KATE: Spit it out, Billie. It's about Jordan and Sheryl, isn't it?

Billie takes a second to think over her words before admitting anything to Kate.

BILLIE: I think we may need to let Titan keep the station and see what they do. If we move too fast, they may react in a volatile way. They are prone to lash out when things move too fast in a way they don't like.

KATE: All the more reason to let them shed the station. Look, Nic...

Kate stops herself midsentence, knowing that tying any of this to Nick may implicate herself.


KATE: Nothing.

BILLIE: No, Mom. Not nothing. Does Nick Fallon have something to do with this?


Gabi holds up her hands, encouraging EJ to stop reacting.

GABI: No, no, no. Not....not sex. We didn't actually...have sex. Okay?

EJ: Then what DID you do?

GABI: Well, I had to make him THINK we did or else...

EJ: So you didn't actually have sex with him.

GABI: NO! My GOD, no! I would never touch that man again, not after what he did to me, are you mad?

EJ breathes a sigh of relief.

EJ: Thank God for that.

GABI: I had to stay with him to make him think we did. I did just like you asked. I took him out, I got him blind drunk and I....switched the pills for the ones your...guy gave me.

EJ: And you know for sure he took them, yes?

GABI: I watched him this morning, yes.

EJ: Good. And you're sure he doesn't know that you switched them?

GABI: Absolutely none.

EJ: Good. Okay.

EJ paces the room, as Gabi goes to sit on the couch.

GABI: So...what's our next move?

EJ: You will have to contact the police. The only person on the force that Nick will allow into his apartment is his cousin, Hope. So I would go to her.

GABI: Okay, so I have to ask her to go visit Nick and see that he's okay.

EJ: Yes. Tell her that you sense something is off about him, and has been for awhile. You suspect that he may be using pills again. Guide her to look for them, but don't be too obvious or she will get suspicious.

GABI: But...why Hope? I mean, wouldn't she have a vested interest in keeping him out of jail?

EJ laughs to himself, a cocky smile going across his face.

EJ: Hope is a cop first. She is so committed to doing things by the book of law, she'd build a bloody church around it if she could. The point of the matter is that if she knows that Nick has gone back to drugs, she will be the first to make an arrest, and she'd justify it, knowing that's what's "best for him".

GABI: I hope you're right. This...we can't afford to be wrong about this, EJ. If we let this escalate I...I'm afraid for our lives.

Gabi begins to visibly panic, and EJ rushes over to her to try to calm her down, putting his hands on her arms, almost shaking her into lucidity.

EJ: Just...trust me. Okay? This is the only way. I have already arranged everything. Okay? Once Hope makes the arrest, I've got it all set up so that Nick WILL go back to prison where he belongs, okay?

GABI: That's great but he'll make the connection that I'm the one who switched his pills and we'll all end up in prison.

EJ: No, he won't. The pills will discredit anything he has to say about it, and he has no evidence to back it up, so it's his fuzzied mind against all of you.

Gabi looks uncertainly at EJ. She sighs, trying to relax herself, but is unable to. EJ holds onto her, making sure Gabi's eyes are locked on his.

EJ: He won't able to hurt you or anybody else, I will make sure of that.

GABI: I hope you're right.

Gabi reaches around EJ and hugs him.

GABI: For Ari's sake, I hope you're right.


Marlena opens the door to her office and, upon seeing John, smiles warmly.


Marlena stops short of hugging him, though it's her first instinct.

She steps back, looking up with a now-slightly-subdued smile.

MARLENA: It's good to see you. Come in.

Marlena steps aside, allowing John to walk into her office. She closes the door behind her. She walks awkwardly behind him toward her desk.

MARLENA; So! I'm surprised you're back in Salem.

JOHN: Well, I...only got back last night.

John sits down as Marlena finds a seat behind her desk, she looks down at John before sitting down.

MARLENA: I...I see. Well, it's good to see you back.

After a moment of awkward silence, she breaks the silence.

MARLENA: I...uh...I got your letter. I...

JOHN: Doc. I...

MARLENA: I was so pleased that...you were considering...

John interrupts her, holding up his hands to stop her before she says anything that will prevent him from doing what he came to do.

JOHN: I should never have sent that letter.

Marlena is immediately and visibly taken aback. As though a shot has been fired into her chest.

MARLENA: What? What do you mean?

JOHN: I mean exactly what I said, Doc.

John looks down to avoid looking Marlena in the eyes. He fumbles with the maila envelope before placing it on the desk in front of Marlena.

Marlena looks down at it. Not even sure she wants to know the answer.

She breathes in, but takes a moment to decide whether or not to ask the question.

MARLENA: W...What are those?

John looks up, almost stone-faced at her, before finally choking out his answer.

JOHN: Divorce papers.

Marlena looks to John, her eyes welling up almost immediately.




Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Nadia Bjorlin guest stars in this episode as Chloe Lane

Marlena steps out of Roman's office, a worried look across her face. Billie looks over to Marlena, who smiles half-heartedly.

BILLIE: So...?

MARLENA: We're all done, but before you go back in, I wanted to ask you something.

BILLIE: Okay, shoot.

MARLENA: Before I came in, you both seemed rather alarmed by something. I don't need to know the details if it was private, but...how did Roman seem to you?

Billie thinks carefully for a minute, she has her arms folded, looking to one side before she looks to Marlena and speaks.

BILLIE: Well...a few weeks ago I asked him a favour...and...he couldn't remember ever talking to me about it. To be honest, Marlena, I'm a bit worried.

MARLENA: So am I. Now more than ever.

BILLIE: Well, what do you think it could be? I mean, it's not--

MARLENA: ...I don't know if it's Alzhymers, Billie. The symptoms are...not quite right for that. It could be some form of dementia but...it's too soon to say. I just suggest...be easy on him, and be patient. The stress of forgetting may make things worse. And phone me if you notice anything else, alright?


MARLENA: It's good to see you again.

BILLIE: You too.

Marlena smiles and walks out of the station. Billie walks into Roman's office slowly, almost too cautiously, and it catches Roman's eye. Roman is once again sitting at his desk, looking over the tiny flash drive Billie handed him earlier.

ROMAN: So this...you brought this to me...and you said we had talked about what this was about before...so...what was this about?

BILLIE: Sheryl Connors and Jordan Ridgeway. I need to know if they placed this device in the computers at Titan...and why.


Brady looks at a scowling Theresa in the club, after having experienced her confrontation with Chloe.

BRADY: Theresa, I want you to tell me what the hell just happened.

THERESA: I could ask you the same thing.

BRADY: Look, me running into an old friend does not give you the right to treat her like that.

THERESA: JUST an old friend?

Brady hesitates to answer for a moment, sensing Theresa's intense jealousy. Theresa immediately notices Brady's hesitation, and picks up her drink from the bar.

THERESA: That's what I thought.

Theresa downs the drink and storms off, Brady following behind, trying to explain the situation to her.

BRADY: Theresa, wait...

THERESA: For what, Brady? For you to spin that around and make me feel stupid for feeling threatened by her? Look at her. She's beautiful. And I know if you put me next to her in a lineup, you'd pick her every time.

Brady reaches to Theresa and puts a finger up to her lips. Theresa stops and looks down, then looks into Brady's eyes.

BRADY: Wrong. I'd choose you. Chloe and I are ancient history. She's a friend to me now, that's all. And besides, you may not believe me, but you're more beautiful than every other woman here right now.

Theresa rolls her eyes, flattered, but disbelieving Brady's compliment.

THERESA: Sure, Brady. Whatever. Look, I'm sorry. I just...I need to calm down. I'm so nervous being in a place like this.

BRADY: Well, how about I grab us a drink, and we can loosen up a bit.

THERESA: Sounds amazing.

Theresa leans in and kisses Brady tenderly on the lips.


Gabi walks around the apartment with Ari in her arms. She sings softly to her little girl, trying to put her to sleep. It seems to be working, as Ari gurgles more and more quietly. Gabi hears a knock on the door, she quietly steps over to the door and opens it. There stands Nick, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

NICK: Surprise!

Gabi steps back in shock, clutching baby Ari for dear life. Ari starts to cry.




The brakes of a car screech to a halt in front of Anne Milbauer, as she braces herself to be hit. The car stops just short of her, and she leans on the hood of the car, breathing heavily. Still panicked from the sounds of footsteps from before, she looks all around her, before the driver of the car gets out. It's Daniel.

DANIEL: Anne. You alright??

Anne, hardly having noticed Daniel, is still in shock at nearly being hit.

ANNE: Yeah, I'm fine. I just nearly got hit by your car is all...you didn't see anyone coming up behind me, did you?

DANIEL: Nnnno. I didn't even see you until just now. It's kinda late. You sure you're okay?

ANNE: I'm fine, I'm fine.

Anne looks at Daniel finally, and points at him, walking away towards her car, pretending to be calm and collected.

ANNE: YOU! You should pay more attention when you're driving. Just sayin'.

DANIEL: Anne, do you want a ride home?

ANNE: The way you drive? No thanks, Jonas. See you tomorrow.

DANIEL: Anne, I...

Anne opens her car door and steps inside, closing it quickly. Daniel sighs, and gets back in his car, driving away.

Once inside, Anne checks all her mirrors for signs of anyone around her. She frantically searches all over her car for signs of anyone having tampered with her vehicle. She finally relaxes herself enough to convince herself that everything is fine before putting the key in the ignition.

Closing her eyes and bracing herself, she turns the key.

The car starts, all is fine. Anne relaxes. Finally she is able to get the fear of the past few minutes from her mind and can go back to normal.

ANNE: Probably was all your imagination, Annie. Just chill. You're fine. EJ DiMera is all bark, no bite. You're good.

Anne pulls out of the driveway for home.


EJ receives a call at home. He picks up his cell phone off his desk.

EJ: (into phone) Yes?...okay. She what?...Good...brilliant. Prepare for phase two then. Wait until tomorrow morning, but prepare everything tonight. Indeed. Thank you.

EJ puts his phone down, exhaling heavily.

EJ: That damned Milbauer woman is not going to ruin my last chance with Samantha.

STEFANO: No, because you will do that all by yourself.

EJ jumps out of his skin upon hearing Stefano's voice. He turns to see his father in the doorway of the living room, arms open wide, more in self-congratulation than in warm welcome.

STEFANO: So good to see you, my son! I see you've managed to get yourself into even more trouble while I've been away, no?

EJ fights the urge to roll his eyes at his father's smug satisfaction at his misfortune.


Roman steps into his office, where a waiting Billie sits by his desk.

ROMAN: Okay. I placed a quick call back to the ISA to get back up to speed, and dropped the flash drive off at the lab. They should have the info we need on it by tomorrow morning.

BILLIE: Excellent. I'm thinking of holding off telling mom about it until we hear back, just in case it's a false alarm.

ROMAN: Good plan. My memory may be on the fritz but I do remember Kate's tendency to jump the gun when she hears good news.

Billie gets up from her chair and puts a hand on Roman's shoulder.

BILLIE: You are okay, though. Right?

ROMAN: I'll be fine, Billie. Don't worry about me. You just keep your focus on Jordan and Sheryl, and making sure we figure out just what their plan is.

BILLIE: I just hope we figure it out before it's too late.


Nick hesitates at the door while Gabi relaxes herself, coming down from the shock of seeing Nick at the door.

NICK: Sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that.

GABI: No! No, it's fine. I'm sorry I'm so jumpy, it's just...

NICK: I know, I...I know, I just...I should know better.

GABI: Nick. It's okay.

Nick steps into the apartment, putting the flowers down on the coffee table. He holds his arms out to Gabi.

NICK: Here, I can hold her for a second if you need.

GABI: Uh...Sure. Here.

Nick takes hold of the baby and holds her gently up to his chest. He bounces the baby, patting her gently on the back. Ari quickly relaxes in Nick's arms, and Gabi smiles at the connection the two of them share.

GABI: You always were really good with her.

NICK: You know, it's stuff like this that makes me realize what I threw away. The awful things I did to you and to Will and Sonny. You know, I really regret that.

GABI: Nick, it's okay...you don't have to--

NICK: ...No, I really do. I need to put right all things that I've helped make wrong. I really want to make positive changes in the world, Gabi. I owe it to you to do that.

Gabi smiles through a bit of a furrowed brow, but still looks on, relaxed and thinking about the difference between Nick right now and Nick the night at the river. As she thinks about it, Nick walks over to her slowly.

NICK: I was wondering...look, I know this is asking a lot but...I would love to take you to dinner soon. Just...as friends. But something special. As a thank you for always seeing the best in me. Even when I didn't deserve it.

GABI: That would be nice.

Nick looks intensely into Gabi's eyes, as Will and Sonny step inside the apartment, seeing Nick with Ari in his arms staring into Gabi's eyes. Nick and Gabi quickly turn to see Will and Sonny looking on shocked and disapprovingly. Sonny's voice drips with derision as he greets Nick.

SONNY: Hey there, Nick.


Theresa and Brady are now quite drunk, dancing and having a great time, to the irritation of some others. They toast at the arrival of another round of drinks, and sit down at a corner booth table. Theresa digs around her purse for something, as Brady drunkly looks on.

BRADY: You know....you should totally pull out something out of there.

THERESA: Like what? The compact I can't find? Ugh...I'll just use my phone. Sooo much faster.

Theresa pulls out her smart phone and struggles to find the camera app. Brady leans over and whispers to her.

BRADY: I meant the coke.

THERESA: Brady, you don't have to whisper. Half the people here are clearly on it already.

Brady laughs at Theresa a little too much, as Theresa pulls her little vial out for Brady. He brazenly puts it out on the table in front of him and grabs his wallet to grab a credit card to cut it up with. Theresa is barely paying attention, as she uses her cell phone camera to try to get a good look at her makeup.

THERESA: I still look so good right now. Better than that bitch Chloe. God, her singing got on my nerves you know that?

BRADY: Stop talking about Chloe like that! She's...great.

THERESA: Sure, Brady. Whatever. I think I'm gonna take a selfie of this.

Theresa fumbles with her phone, trying to flip the phone around to use the flash, but ends up reversing which lens is in use, and begins recording a video of Brady as he does the line of cocaine from the table. Theresa, not sure why the camera isn't working, flips the phone back around in frustration.

THERESA: Ugh, this damned phone. Never...oh...

BRADY: What?

THERESA: Nothing. Stupid camera was on the wrong function, just...

BRADY: It didn't get a shot of me, did it?

THERESA: I can't even tell. Nothing's working right.

BRADY: Theresa, remember what we said about you being careful?

THERESA: Look who's talking. Mr. Doing-a-line-in-front-of-200-people. God, just chill out, okay? No one saw anything.

BRADY: There's a difference between a bunch of drunk Chicago socialites seeing me do a line and your friends and family in Salem seeing it because your girlfriend couldn't figure her cell phone out.

THERESA: Oh My God, Brady! Shut up! It's fine. No one cares.

Just as she says this, Chloe walks by, now very concerned by the white residue she sees before Brady.

CHLOE: Oh God, Brady. Are you using again?





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

A knock is heard on Kate's office door. Kate looks up from her computer.

KATE: Come in!

Billie and Lucas step in, a look of worry across both their faces.

KATE: Ah! Billie! Lucas! Excellent.

BILLIE: Okay, Mom. You sounded urgent on the phone...what's going on?

KATE: Well...have a seat, and we'll discuss it.

Billie and Lucas obey their mother's command and sit down in front of her desk. Kate leans over her desk, as if to give a proclamation.

KATE: I think it's time we sat down and discussed the Titan board meeting next week, and whether or not the company should hold onto Titan TV.

Lucas seems confused, Billie looks over to him.

LUCAS: What does that have to do with us? I mean, we'd have to start putting more money into our advertising budget, but surely Victor can grandfather something in.

KATE: No, no. It's not just that. We could face a very hefty penalty as a company for the things we do with that TV station. Everything from the news to, yes, our advertising deals. The FCC could have major problems with that.

BILLIE: What? Wait, mom. You've never forced our hand on a board vote before. What's got you so concerned this time?

Kate pauses a moment, not sure how to respond.


Jenn is sitting at her desk at the hospital, having a chat with Laura. As she talks with Laura, Jenn tries to do some filing.

LAURA: So how was your night with Liam?

JENN: It was wonderful. Honestly, I've never met a man who just...understood me so completely, not since...

Jenn stops herself, choking up a bit thinking of Jack.

LAURA: Since...Daniel?

Jenn stays still a moment, then shakes her head. Outside Jenn's office door, Daniel approaches, with a document in hand for Jenn. Just before stepping to the door, he hears Jenn say his name.

JENN: Not since Jack, Mom. I mean...Daniel....Daniel, I thought he was fantastic. I was so patient with him, because I knew how hard it's been with him since his wife died and...he knew when Jack came back to town so give us space. He was really great when Jack died. He knew exactly what I was going through...

Jenn pauses for a moment. Laura presses.

LAURA: But...

JENN: But, Mom, he didn't trust me when my son was in trouble. He lied and made me believe he'd not only sleep with someone like Theresa, but that he'd be doing drugs with her? All for what? Because he didn't think I'd stand by my son? Because I couldn't be trusted to protect my own son.

Laura walks over to Jenn and hugs her for a minute. Jenn leans in to give her mom a warm hug like she'd been wanting to for a long time.

LAURA: I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't realize. I know, we all miss Jack. I just...well...just give it time. Don't rush into things, okay? Liam seems like a good guy but...I want you to just take it easy, okay?

Jenn pulls away from her mom's embrace and, still holding her hands, smiles warmly at Laura.

Outside Jenn's door, Daniel shakes his head, wincing from the stinging words Jenn has spoken about him. He walks away from Jenn's door, heading back to tend to Theresa.

JENN: Thanks, Mom. Can we...uh...talk about something else?

Jenn wipes away tears as she asks Laura the question, and Laura sits back in her chair, immediately knowing what else she had on her mind.

LAURA: Well...how's Abigail been feeling?

JENN: You know...it's strange, she's been...so run down the last few months, and sick a lot. Not much of an appetite, and when she does it, it's been terrible food. I mean, if I didn't know she'd only been with Chad, honestly, I'd say she were pregnant.

Laura looks to Jenn, a bit concerned.


EJ kneels over Abigail as she lies on the floor of the DiMera offices, unconscious. EJ checks her breathing, as Abigail slowly stirs.

EJ: Abigail? You alright?

ABBY: Uh...huh? EJ? What?...

Abigail looks around the room, in a daze. She grabs her stomach suddenly, before realizing where she is, and lets go.

ABBY: My b...my God. I...

EJ: You need to go to the hospital immediately, we'll get you checked out.

Abigail protests weakly, as EJ sits her up to head for the elevator.

ABBY: No...no...no, I'm fine...

Abigail's face is increasingly panicked as she gets boosted up into EJ's arms and whisked off to UH.




Anne continues to slap the man at the door of the elevator, thinking him to be EJ, until a strong American accent throws her off and stops her assault.

REPAIR GUY: Hey, hey, hey! LADY! What the Hell??!

Anne backs up, and takes a closer look at the man before her. She jumps back a little, an apologetic look across her face.

ANNE: Oh...oh my God, I'm...I'm so sorry, I...

REPAIR GUY: This how you treat everyone that comes to help ya, lady?

ANNE: I...I thought you were someone else, see, it's actually a really funny story, see...

REPAIR GUY: I'm sure it is.

Anne steps casually off the elevator, following the now-completely-bemused repairman away from the elevator.

ANNE: See, I thought you were this guy who's been following me around and has people all out to make me think I'm crazy and when, well, really, I'm not, he's just an...

Anne stops herself, realizing how absolutely insane she sounds. She smiles at the repairman, and takes his hand in hers, patting it gratefully.

ANNE: You know what? Nevermind. Thanks again! I really appreciate it.

Anne steps towards her door and hastily opens it, stepping into her apartment.

The repairman stands back, in shock at what's just transpired.

REPAIR GUY: I gotta get outta this town, man!


Gabi walks into Club TBD. Looking around, she sees Nick, sitting at a booth in the corner. She tenses, incredibly wary of coming anywhere closer to Nick. Finally she steps forward, essentially forcing herself into line. She sits down at the table. Nick immediately takes her hand in his.

NICK: I'm so glad to see you.

Gabi pulls her hand away quickly. She smiles immediately, realizing how bad that looks.

GABI: Sorry. I'm....a bit nervous.

NICK: I understand. It's alright. Please, can I order you a drink?

Gabi smiles a slightly devious smile, but catches herself and nods, changing her smile to a more flirtatious one. Nick smiles and flags down T.

Gabi looks on, thinking to herself:

I have to make this happen. I have to get him hooked again. I can't have him hurt me, or Ari. I won't let it happen.


Kate gestures, trying in vain to find some kind of answer to Billie's question. She stands up and begins pacing the room while talking.

KATE: It's....simple, really. I just...did a bit of research, it's really nothing to do with anything.

BILLIE: Okay, seriously. Mom, what's going on? Why are you so freaked out? I can tell you're not yourself right now.

LUCAS: Seriously, Mom. Spill! What's got you so riled up?

Kate takes a second to breathe before turning around to face her kids' onslaught of questions.

KATE: It's just best business practice. I'm just....nervous about how Victor's going to react, is all. I mean, we haven't exactly been on the best of terms since I--

LUCAS: ...Tried to have him killed at the Coronation...

Kate rolls her eyes at Lucas' snarky remarks before carrying on.

KATE:..and now...well...I just...he's been gracious enough to have me as CEO at MadWorld and I'm not prepared to give that up, but going against him, particularly when he's so distressed about Brady's accident, I just...

Billie gets up and walks over to Kate. Putting a hand on Kate's shoulder, she reassures her.

BILLIE: Mom, I get it. I'll think about it, but...we're in your corner, Lucas and I. Okay?

Kate smiles and hugs Billie tightly.

KATE: I knew I could count on you.


Lucas looks on, not quite so convinced, and folds his arms while shaking his head.


EJ walks down the hallway at University Hospital, having come from Abigail's hospital room. He is deep in thought, concerned for Abigail, but not so sure about what's been bugging her.

Upon entering the 6th floor lobby, EJ sees Sami standing with Marlena and Kim. They look concerned themselves. EJ begins to head over to greet Sami, but Sami looks up at him, and freezes. EJ immediately remembers Sami's recollections after their argument, and stops himself. Sami turns away momentarily to tell Marlena and Kim something.

SAMI: Uh...look, I....think I need to talk to EJ for a moment, do you mind?

MARLENA: Are you sure that's a good idea?

SAMI: I'll be fine, Mom. Thanks.

Marlena gives Sami and quick kiss on the cheek and hug before stepping aside with Kim.

Sami steps to EJ slowly, almost reluctantly, yet trying to come off nonchalantly.

EJ: Samantha.

SAMI: EJ. I guess you've heard about Brady and Theresa's accident today.

EJ: I have. I'm sorry to hear about it. How is everyone holding up.

SAMI: (sighs) I suppose as well as can be expected. My Aunt Kim is just waiting to hear back from the doctors before she goes in to visit. Daniel was operating and they're just letting Theresa rest for a bit before they let her visit so...

EJ: I see.

SAMI: Yep. So...what are you doing here?

EJ: Uh, I was actually here tending to Abigail, you see, she's been in a bit of an accident at work, and--

SAMI: What?! Is she okay?

EJ reaches out to stop Sami from running off to find Abigail's room, but when EJ touches her, he catches himself as Sami flinches.

EJ: I'm sorry.

SAMI: (sigh) It's...okay. Uh...is she okay? Can I see her? What happened?

EJ: She had a ladder fall on her at the office earlier, it's...no big deal, she's fine, I just...I stopped you because the doctor was in with her just now.

SAMI: Oh...right.

EJ: I'm actually going to check on her to see what the doctor says and if you want I can ask Abigail if she wouldn't mind a visitor. If you like, that is.

SAMI: That...sounds great.

EJ: Alright, I'll be right back.

EJ smiles a bit, Sami smiles back. As EJ steps away, she almost collapses, as though she'd been holding onto every bit of strength she had during their exchange. Sami takes a seat at a nearby bench and breathes heavily, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Inside Abigail's hospital room, Daniel talks with Abigail. Abigail is extremely nervous, knowing Daniel's close relationship with her family and friends, particularly her mom.

DANIEL: Well, looks like you just had a bit of a hit on the head. No need for any surgery, so...you should be out of here in a few hours.

ABBY: That's good. Uh...Daniel...umm...you're not going to tell my mom about any of this, are you?

DANIEL: Nah, that's...that's not gonna happen. See, your mom and I are, in no uncertain terms, finished.

ABBY: Good. Uh...that's....not quite what I meant. I mean, I just...well, you know a lot of my family and friends and...

DANIEL: Doctor-patient confidentiality. Cross my heart.

Abigail smiles, feeling reassured that Daniel won't speak to anyone about her condition.

ABBY: Great. So uh...why a few hours, what else needs to be done?

As Daniel explains, EJ approaches the door to her hospital room, and begins to open the door to check on the progress of Abigail's appointment. As he opens the door, he hears Daniel speak.


DANIEL: We just have to run one more test to see how your baby's holding up after the accident and you should be set to go!

EJ's eyes pop out, shocked by Daniel's news.







Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson




Marlena steps out of the coffehouse in Horton Town Square, cup of coffee in hand as she sits down at one of the tables out in the square. She sits down as her cell phone rings, she picks it up and talks as she rifles through her bag.


MARLENA: Dr. Evans...yes...yes, I can be at University Hospital in...20 minutes....Board room? Uh, sure! I'll be there. Bye bye.


As Marlena hangs up her phone, she looks around and sees a young blonde woman walk into the square, looking a bit lost. She looks on, a bit of recognition in her eyes as she smiles, looking the young woman's way.


Finally, the woman stops upon seeing Marlena and smiles widely. She approaches Marlena, who remains seated.


MARLENA: Noelle?



Noelle looks back excitedly as Marlena recognizes her.


NOELLE: Marlena!


Marlena jumps up from her seat, as Noelle and Marlena hug each other tightly. As they pull away, their screams of joy begin to turn to giggles.


MARLENA: Oh my LORD, it's so good to see you again! I've missed you.

NOELLE: I was amazed you even recognized me, it's been so long. I think I couldn't have been more than...what, 12 when I last saw you?

MARLENA: Probably.


Marlena smiles warmly as she looks at Noelle proudly. They hold each others hands.


MARLENA: Your dad would be so proud of you. I'm so sorry to hear about his passing.


Noelle's demeanour changes almost immediately. Her face drops as she steps away from Marlena momentarily before sitting down at the table.


NOELLE: Yeah, thanks.

MARLENA: I'm sorry to have brought him up. I know it's still relatively fresh for you and your mother.

NOELLE: Yeah, well...there's a lot of....adjusting to do. In more ways than one.





Nicole sits at her desk at her office, staring down Nick, who's sitting across from her, lazily lounging in his chair, a typical cocky look on his face. Nicole tries to posture to appear unmoved by Nick's threats.


NICOLE: I need to remind you of something, Nnnnnnick! You need my help more than you're willing to admit.


Nick leans back in his chair, sitting himself in a casual position almost mockingly.


NICK: Oh this oughta be good. Where's the popcorn?

NICOLE: I'm serious. If you and your little minion didn't have me telling everyone in Salem how disastrous this oil sands project would be, no one would give a damn about Percy and his little...owl-watching sanctuary. You'd have been a thirty-second human interest curiosity on one newscast before the Titan spin machine forced the public's hand and the city's, into forcing him to sell his land. And then where would that leave you?


Nick tenses as Nicole speaks, the smile slowly fading from his face, but still trying to appear relaxed.


NICOLE: Face it, Nick. I have more power than you're willing to admit. And it bugs the hell out of you.







Will steps off the elevator at the Titan Building on the EnerNext floor. He luckily steps off the elevator as Tyler steps into the hallway. Tyler notices Will immediately and greets him with a professional smile.


TYLER: Ah! William! Perfect timing. You're looking rather chipper this morning.

WILL: Thanks, Mr. Houston. I...had a hard time sleeping last night.

TYLER: Well, it certainly doesn't show. Ready to meet everyone?

WILL: I sure am.

TYLER: Great.


Tyler motions Will to follow him down the hallway. Will smiles, trying to hide his nervousness. Tyler looks over, sensitive to Will's uncertainty, and tries to break the tension.


TYLER: So I guess I should tell you a bit about what you'll be doing here.

WILL: Could help. (laughs)

[b[TYLER: Well, you'll mostly be writing press releases, dabbling a bit in advertising copy. We will need you to focus a bit on speechwriting, as I'll want someone who really understands spin and how to avoid any potential...pitfalls.


Will nods, understanding what Tyler's getting at.


WILL: A bit of...persuasive writing, if you will.

TYLER: Precisely.


Tyler smiles and puts his hand on Will's back in a father-like way. He motions them forward again as they approach the door to an office.


TYLER: So here's where your new office space will be.


Will steps into the room, beaming as he examines the lush surroundings.Dark wood covers the walls of the office, with the light streaming in from the window right behind his new desk. Will stands in awe of his workspace, as a young, chiseled man with dark hair steps in from the hallway.


WILL: It's...amazing.


As Will speaks, the man knocks on the doorframe. Tyler looks behind him towards the door, and sees the young man. He immediately walks over to him and ushers him into the room.


TYLER: Ah! William! This is Alex, you'll be reporting directly to him.



Will turns to face Alex and smiles immediately. A rush coming over him as he looks him over. Alex extends his hand for Will to shake. Will stands awakwardly for a moment before clueing in and shaking his hand in return.


WILL: Oh...nice...to meet you, I'm Will.


Alex smiles back, lingering in their handshake slightly longer than expected. Will smiles a bit of a goofy smile and Alex smiles back.


ALEX: Pleasure.




Noelle walks with Marlena across Town Square, both ladies with coffee cups in hand. They laugh as they share stories.


NOELLE: (sigh) Thank you for meeting me today. I was...honestly really worried about coming back to Salem.


Marlena stops and touches Noelle's cheek gently, moving a strand of hair away from her face lovingly.


MARLENA: I know it's difficult moving back here after all these years. And so far from your mother. How is Liz holding up?

NOELLE: Oh she's...alright. We've been helping her out as much as we can, but....it isn't so easy from so far.

MARLENA: Why doesn't she come back to Salem with you?


Noelle shakes her head, shrugging as she continues to look straight ahead, in thought as she speaks.


NOELLE: A lot of memories. I think mostly of Dad. Mother couldn't really take it.


Marlena stops and looks at Noelle with concern in her eyes.


MARLENA: It's been well over a year, Noelle. I mean...do you think it's healthy for Liz to still be so...

NOELLE: I think Dad's death and...well, I just think that she's hurting a lot more than she's willing to believe.

MARLENA: Is she working?


Noelle looks down, laughing almost to keep from crying. She shakes her head.


NOELLE: No. She hasn't in months. Marlena, her first performance in two years, and dad was at home dying of a heart attack. She's...she's never forgiven herself for it.

MARLENA: Surely she knows it isn't her fault.


Noelle looks up to keep from crying, this time starting to lose the battle.


NOELLE: Listen, can we....can we continue this later. I...I have to get some errands done today before dinner.



Noelle takes Marlena's hand and squeezes it, smiling warmly her way through her tears as she tries to wipe them away.


MARLENA: Listen, Noelle. Just remember, if you need someone to talk to...

NOELLE: Thanks, Marlena. I'll call you soon.


Noelle walks away as Marlena lingers behind, still looking on with real worry on her face.




Nick gets up from his seat. He leans over Nicole's desk, trying to intimidate her, but Nicole responds cooly. She remains in place, arms folded on her desk, a calm expression her face.


NICK: You think you got this all figured out, don't you, Nicole?

NICOLE: I know that you'd be stupid to use what you've got on me unless you absolutely had to.

NICK: Don't be stupid enough to think I won't.


Nicole leans back finally, laughing in Nick's unmoved face.


NICOLE: I don't think you understand this at all. Your plan's worked just fine so far, but what happens if even ONE piece of your little...convoluted plan fails? City council could still allow EnerNext to buy out Percy's land.

NICK: That won't happen if you do what you're instructed to.


Nicole leans back in, looking menacingly at Nick.


NICOLE: I don't take instructions from you, you little twerp.


Nick gets back up from leaning on Nicole's desk. He shakes his head at Nicole's insolence.


NICK: You really don't get it, do you? I have every document you kept hidden from Eric in your desk drawer safely stored where you can't find it. I can pull it out whenever I feel like it.

NICOLE: And I know you won't do that. Nick, you can't overplay your hand here. The Titan executive is gonna get wise to you, and then you and your little plan here are gonna crumble like stale bread.


Nick smiles smugly. He responds ever so calmly, yet menacingly.


NICK: Not now they're not. Remember that old saying, Nicole? Loose lips sink ships?


Nicole still looks on dismissively.


NICOLE: I'm sorry, am I talking to the Riddler? Would you just spit it out?

NICK: Well, Nicole. Let's just say that no matter what happens around this building, I know about it.


Nicole furrows her brow, confused and a bit worried by the implication Nick's making, but disbelieving it simultaneously.


NICOLE: How is that even possible? Did you develop ESP or did you hit up Dionne Warwick for a psychic friend?

NICK: I wouldn't say that so much as....the walls, Nicole? They have ears. And trust me, you've been so very helpful. Especially now that I have video that shows our little...exchange here about what you did.


The colour drains from Nicole's face as Nick smiles a winner's smile.






Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson


Kate, standing in the Titan board room with Victor, turns around and cancels the call quickly before she allows Victor to confirm that Nick was on the phone.

KATE: Uh...what are you talking about?

VICTOR: Oh don't play dumb with me, Kate. I saw Nick's name pop up on your phone in large print. And despite what you think, I haven't got cataracts just yet.

KATE: Well, first of all, it's none of your business who calls me, and secondly, so what if Nick did call me? He is, after all, my employee. It was probably just a call about a product we're testing.

Victor steps in close to Kate, in hopes of intimidating her.

VICTOR: You'd better hope that's all it's about. I will be watching you after today, believe that.

Kate stares back, not threatened by Victor's tactics.

KATE: Duly noted.

Kate grabs her bag and, with a flourish, slings them over her shoulder, sashaying out of the board room. Victor watches her head out, and scrunches his face slightly, indignant at his major loss.

VICTOR: Damn it all.



Billie walks through the 16th floor lobby of Titan, on her cell phone, as she prepares to leave the building. She has a worried look on her face as she talks to the person on the other end.

BILLIE: (into phone) Yeah, I have a feeling Nick had a hand in this. But for the life of me, I can't tell what it is or how deep he is involved in this. But I'm certain it has something to do with the other two...Okay, I'll get back to you.

Billie hangs up, and notices a text message on her phone from Daniel.

u feeling any better now?

Billie smiles, texting back:

cup of coffee + an aspirin did the trick lol

Billie pops her phone back in her bag, and smiles a bit as she steps onto the elevator to head down to her car.



Jordan sits at her desk at the hospital, finishing up some reports, when she hears a knock at the door of her office.

JORDAN: Come in.


SHERYL: Hello, Stranger. Mind if I have a word.

Sheryl steps in, and immediately incites a bit of anxiety in a previously relaxed Jordan.



Jennifer stands before EJ in the DiMera living room, enraged by his nonchalance in the face of her worry for her daughter.

JENNIFER: Come on, EJ. You're a father. Imagine if in a few years, Sydney just...took off one day to another country without saying a word to you. You'd be worried.

EJ: If it was an actual cause for concern, yes. But this is not, Jennifer. This is work-related. You blowing this completely out of proportion.

JENNIFER: No, see, that's where you're wrong, EJ. Because I know you manipulated the situation to benefit yourself. Just like you always do.

EJ gestures in 'confusion' at Jenn's accusation.

EJ: What are you even saying, Jennifer? How would I benefit from this in any way?

JENNIFER: Oh my GOD, it's SO obvious. I have no idea why you're so hellbent on denying it.

EJ: Deny WHAT?!

Jennifer steps in close to EJ, her rage bubbling in the surface as she quietly lays into EJ.

JENNIFER: That that little chat you had with Abigail last night? That was you convincing her to get on that plane today. One day after she's out of the hospital because of, what? Business? I'm sorry, but it reeks of manipulation and intimidation. In other words, every hallmark of the DiMera men.

EJ: How fair of you, Jennifer.

Jennifer steps back, raising her voice a bit again as she challenges EJ's insistence of innocence.

JENNIFER: It's more fair than you deserve. Because I can tell that this is all just a set up so that you can win Abigail back for Chad.

EJ: What?? Oh, come on, Jennifer, that's ridiculous.

JENNIFER: (interrupting EJ) You heard me! You can't tell me that you had any other innocent motive for sneaking my daughter onto a plane at 5am so she can work intimately with your goons. Tell me, EJ, is Chad waiting for her in Italy too?

EJ has full on lost his cool now, shouting over Jenn trying to stop her ranting to no avail.

EJ: It was business! This was not some grand scheme cooked up for duplicitous purposes, Jennifer. She's an important part of our team, and she doesn't need Mummy to keep tabs on her every move!

JENNIFER: I know one thing for sure, that if this was a simple business trip and nothing shady was going on, wouldn't I have heard about it by now? Something must have happened after Abby checked out, because I don't remember Sami talking about it last night at the hospital.


At that moment, Sami steps into the living room, overhearing her name from the other side and looks Jenn's way with a look of interest.

SAMI: Talk about what?

Jenn turns around quickly to see Sami standing in the doorway, both her and EJ snapped out of their intense debate.




Jennifer looks to Sami standing in the doorway of the DiMera living room. Sami's surprised to see Jenn and wondering what Jenn's just said about her.

JENNIFER: Sami! Do you happen to have a minute? We need to talk.

SAMI: I...sure! You want to talk alone?

JENNIFER: Oh no, no, EJ's heard what's on my mind already, he doesn't have to leave.

EJ, collecting himself from his frazzled state, swallows visibly as he heads towards Sami, who, having heard the commotion from outside the door is rather uncomfortable as EJ approaches her, all of this in Jenn's line of vision.

EJ: Well, actually, I am needed at the office, so I should go. You ladies enjoy your time together.

EJ walks past Sami and hesitates as to whether to lean in for a kiss or not. He decides to go for it, but Sami lurches back away from him, causing EJ to retreat. Jennifer notices the tension and looks on with curiosity. EJ puts on his blazer and gives his farewells as he exits the room.

EJ: Goodbye, Samantha. Jennifer.

As EJ leaves, Jenn catches her breath, releasing a lot of the tension from the confrontation that just took place. After a second, Jenn looks back at Sami, as she points in the direction of where EJ was.

JENNIFER: I'm....so sorry, Sami. I...

Sami walks over to Jenn, concerned, putting a hand on her shoulder.

SAMI: No, no. I...what's going on?

Jennifer tries to hold back a bit of tearing up as she laughs a bit at the situation.

JENNIFER: I could ask the same of you two. I mean...I...I know it's none of my business but--

SAMI: ...Don't even ask, Jenn. I really don't want to get into it.

JENNIFER: Well, I understand that too. (sigh) Look, I came to see you because I...got up this morning and discovered my daughter was gone. And I know it was for work and I know...she's an adult and can make her own decisions but...I figured you would understand, as a mother, that--

SAMI: Wait, Abigail didn't tell you about the Rome trip?

Jenn shakes her head, she looks down, a bit disappointed, but not blaming Sami.

JENNIFER: No. She didn't. I know a lot of that is because she knows I'm not...too thrilled with her taking this job in the first place, but...

SAMI: I'm sorry, Jenn. I should've...let you know. Like...a text or something.

JENNIFER: No. (sigh) When I came here, I was upset and I was...blaming EJ for it because I just...I had this feeling that it's all this big...plan to get Abigail back on side so that Chad can move back in but...

Sami looks at Jenn, shocked by Jenn's accusation.

SAMI: He what?

JENNIFER: I'm sorry. I know, that was...out of line of me to think that.

SAMI: No, no, it seems...actually a...fairly reasonable jump to make. Especially with how much EJ's been doting on Abby lately. But...Jenn, I want to reassure you.I was the one who hired her. None of that had anything to do with EJ. (sigh) I know that...Chad did some pretty awful things before he went to Boston, but...I don't think EJ is plotting with his brother to get Abigail back.

JENNIFER: Well, Sami, with all due respect, you tend to turn a blind eye to a lot of things the DiMeras do, and right or wrong I know that's because you love EJ and...nothing will change that.

Sami looks a bit uncomfortable as Jenn brings up her relationship with EJ, but stifles herself from giving too much away. Jenn fiddles uncomfortably with her hands as she finishes speaking with Sami.

JENNIFER: I just...I was hoping to...maybe open a door of communication between you and I.

SAMI: That's fine. I understand. I will keep an eye out for Abigail for you.


Jenn heads for the door slowly, unsure whether to give Sami a hug or not, but chooses not to. Instead grabbing her purse from the coffee table and walks away slowly. Jenn stops suddenly and turns back to Sami, who is still looking out the window.

JENNIFER: Oh, and Sami. One thing. If you...ever need to talk to anyone...about...anything. I am here for you, too.

Sami turns around to smile at Jenn, unsure to what Jenn's referring but grateful nonetheless.

SAMI: Thank you, Jenn.

Jenn smiles as she heads out the door. Sami turns back to the window, the smile fading from her face as she stares pensively out at the spring day before her.


Sheryl saunters over to the chair opposite Jordan's desk in her office, and has herself a seat. Jordan tries to ignore her, but Sheryl stares straight into her eyes, patiently waiting for Jordan to react. Jordan tries to continue writing up her report at her computer but finally cracks.

JORDAN: Can I help you?

SHERYL: I thought you'd never ask!

Jordan rolls her eyes before clicking at her computer, presumably to save her work, before wheeling away from the computer and stopping herself at the centre of her desk. Jordan leans in towards Sheryl with her hands clasped together, almost mockingly attentive.

JORDAN: I'm listening!

SHERYL:Good! Stay sitting down, you'll be glad you did when I tell you what we've pulled off.

JORDAN: I'm waiting with baited breath.

SHERYL: We did it. Titan TV is out of Victor Kiriakis' control as of ten minutes ago.

Jordan's eyes widen, not sure whether she believes Sheryl's news or not.

JORDAN: I...are you for real? This is happening.

SHERYL: This is absolutely happening, Jordan. The board, with a little help from Nick Fallon, sided with us. The people of Salem are gonna know the truth about that damned oil sands project. Finally.

It finally dawns on Jordan. She looks away momentarily as she allows the reality of the situation set in.

JORDAN: Well I'll be damned. Nick Fallon wasn't playing us?

SHERYL: So far, so good, eh?

JORDAN: Yeah...so what's our next move then?

Sheryl leans in towards Jordan and says in a bit more hushed tone.

SHERYL: That is exactly what I want to talk about with you.



Kayla, helping set up Brady's memorial service in town square,notices Roman looking blankly at Brady's portrait set up near Tom & Alice Horton's tree. She walks over to her brother and gently places a hand on his shoulder.

KAYLA: It's hard to believe, isn't it? That Brady's gone?

Roman stares at the picture, scanning every feature bit by bit. He finally turns to Kayla, and looks at her with a panicked expression.

ROMAN: Kay, that...that's not Brady. Is...is it?

Kayla looks at Roman, knowing that she'd heard about his memory troubles, but not that they had progressed so quickly. Kayla takes Roman's arm and squeezes it, almost cuddling it in an attempt to comfort him without smothering him.

KAYLA: It's okay. That is Brady now. What do you remember him looking like?

ROMAN: I...Kay, Brady's just a little kid. I remember him being so....young. He wasn't even school aged and now...why can't I fill that time in.

Kayla sees her brother go deep into thought and pulls him in close, holding him as he zones out, trying in vain to fill the blanks in his memory.



Billie steps off the elevator at the hospital and, upon seeing Daniel perched at the nurses' station, sneaks up behind him, covering his eyes with her hands.

BILLIE: Guess who?

DANIEL: Gah! I needed those!

Billie laughs as she jumps back, and Daniel turns to see Billie. He smiles through his lingering hangover.

BILLIE: You look like you could use an...Aspirin or...something.

DANIEL: Yeaaah, Maxine already suggested that. I'm trying to avoid overmedicating myself, especially for...

Daniel feels a bit of the dull, nagging headache pain hit him and holds his nose for a moment. Billie giggles.

BILLIE: For...self-inflicted wounds.


BILLIE: Well, I'm gonna tell you right now that the only person suffering for your tenacity is you. So, I'd suggest giving in.

DANIEL: Hey, who's the doctor here?


Billie laughs heartily as they walk through the main room of that particular floor. As they approach the door of Theresa's room, the elevator door opens and Kim Brady emerges, a police escort in tow. She immediately spots Daniel and Billie and looks their way with a satisfied smile on her face.

DANIEL: So you're here to see Theresa?

BILLIE: Yeah. I'm hoping to get in to see her as much as possible, since Kim's threatening lawsuits and beheadings if I stand on the same floor as her.

DANIEL: Just...don't let it get to you. She's concerned about her daughter, just like you are. I'm sure you're gonna be able to work it out.

As Kim stops, standing behind Daniel and Billie, Daniel catches Kim out of the corner of his eye and turns to face her. Kim smiles as the policeman addresses them.

POLICEMAN: Miss Billie Reed?

Billie looks the policeman up and down before looking suspiciously at Kim.

BILLIE: Can I help you, Officer?

Kim holds up an envelope in Billie's face, an almost smug look on her face as she serves Billie.

KIM: This would be a restraining order that says that you can't be within 100 feet of Theresa.





Written by A. Washington-Beeby

Story Consultants: ML Cooks & C. Nathaniel Richardson

Eric stands in Nicole's hotel room, studying the newspaper she just handed him. Eric is in disbelief at the headline.


Nicole hesitates to reach out for Eric, looking at the pained expression on Eric's face. She finally steps to his side, putting her hands on Eric's shoulders.

ERIC: This is all my fault.


NICOLE: What?! No! How could you even think that?

Eric flinches a bit at Nicole's touch, causing Nicole to jump back a little. Eric turns to her, a look of pain in his eyes. As Eric speaks, the anger in his voice mounts.

ERIC: It's true. If I hadn't been so trusting of Kristen and encouraged her to marry Brady, worked with her. I saw good in that woman and...look what she's done to us?

Nicole steps back, in part sympathy but in fear of Eric's mounting anger.


Nick steps into the lab at Titan, where Percy is working on some paperwork. Nick is beaming with glee as he walks with his tablet in hand.

NICK: Percy, I have the best news you'll hear all week.

Percy turns to face Nick, perked up by the tone in Nick's voice.

PERCY: Well, I do love a bit of good news.

NICK: We may be one step closer to getting EnerNext off your back.

Nick holds up his tablet, which shows the SalemSpectator.com's article for Brady's drug scandal.

NICK: And with Stefano's help, it shouldn't be long now.

Percy smiles while looking over the article quickly, then looking up to Nick with a grateful smile across his face.


EJ turns to Stefano, knowing that helping Gabi probably has something to do with Nick. He almost speaks, then turns back to Gabi.

EJ: Gabriella, I do believe we should find somewhere else to talk. Uh...Father's somewhat busy with business matters at the moment. I, myself, was just about to step out. Maybe...maybe we could have a nice brunch today. My treat.

Gabi looks up at EJ, then to Stefano. Gabi's constant state of panic makes her appear confused by EJ, but eventually she appears to clue in and nods her head in agreement.

GABI: Sure. I...The Brady Pub okay?

EJ: Excellent. Come with me, I'll drive.

EJ takes Gabi by the arm and quickly steps out of the house. Stefano smiles, knowing what Gabi is likely concerned about is Nick.

Outside, EJ closes the door, looks around cautiously, and whispers emphatically to Gabi.

EJ: I need you to do me a favour and not come back to this house without calling first.

GABI: What do you mean?

EJ: I mean, we can't be too careful. Particularly where my father's concerned. Never, ever trust that man.

GABI: You make it sound like he's up to something, he isn't up to something, is he?

EJ Thankfully, no. But with all that's happened the last little while, it wouldn't surprise me if he did. Be. Careful.


Anne walks into the hospital lab and hands the lab tech the freezer bag containing the powder-covered letter DiMera sent her.

ANNE: I want you to run tests on this. Find out what's on it, and report it back only to me, immediately.

The lab tech, a somewhat and intimidated clueless young man, looks up at Anne with concern.

TECH: But what if it's dangerous? I mean this looks like it's got some stuff on it, it could be--

Anne rolls her eyes, clearly lacking patience for this exchange. She interrupts him midway through his dopey dissertation.

ANNE: ...Then wear gloves. Just find out what it is right away, or your entire department will be finding the dangers of the unemployment line. Got it?

Anne storms off, leaving the confused lab tech with the envelope.




Brady stands in the doorway of the Titan board room, a look of terror across his face. He stammers in disbelief at what Victor has just announced.

BRADY: Yo...you....you're not serious.

VICTOR: Unfortunately, I'm dead serious, Brady. You need help.

BRADY: But...but...Grandfather, I can't--

VICTOR: ...Brady this isn't the time or place for this.

Brady steps into the board room. He looks around the room at the faces of the board members, hoping to get through to them as he speaks.

BRADY: No! No, this is the place. Before this entire board...of...people who claim to support me, and my decisions.

Brady looks around, sauntering with a simmering anger around the board room.

BRADY: You...you are a room of backstabbing vultures. That's what you are. You come here, after weeks of telling me "we support you, Brady", "you're doing such great work, Brady". And I have to hear about my own firing on the RADIO!

VICTOR: Brady, that's enough! The board is doing the right thing. You need help more than you need to be running this company.

BRADY: Right, and just when did you become a doctor, Granddad? When did you decide when people are ready for rehab?

VICTOR: Brady, you have a problem. And now the whole world knows it. This is damage control. Our shares have dropped another 15% just this morning, and it's thanks to you and whoever shared that video.

Brady suddenly stops. He turns to Victor in confusion.

BRADY: Video?

VICTOR: Yes, how the Hell else did you think the entire world knew about your drug habit. Someone sent a video of you at that swishy club in Chicago, doing lines off someone's tablet or something.

Brady remembers back to Theresa fumbling with her phone at the club.



Theresa fumbles with her phone, trying to flip the phone around to use the flash, but ends up reversing which lens is in use, and begins recording a video of Brady as he does the line of cocaine from the table. Theresa, not sure why the camera isn't working, flips the phone back around in frustration.

THERESA: Ugh, this damned phone. Never...oh...

BRADY: What?

THERESA: Nothing. Stupid camera was on the wrong function, just...

BRADY: It didn't get a shot of me, did it?

THERESA: I can't even tell. Nothing's working right.

BRADY: Theresa, remember what we said about you being careful?

THERESA: Look who's talking. Mr. Doing-a-line-in-front-of-200-people. God, just chill out, okay? No one saw anything.

BRADY: There's a difference between a bunch of drunk Chicago socialites seeing me do a line and your friends and family in Salem seeing it because your girlfriend couldn't figure her cell phone out.


Brady's eyes light up with the realization that it had to have been Theresa that threw him under the bus.

BRADY: Oh my God.

VICTOR: Finally! He sees the light.

BRADY: I...I gotta go. I'm sorry, everyone, I...I have to take care of something.

Brady makes a beeline for the door of the conference. Victor turns to call him back, concerned by what he may do next.

VICTOR: Brady! Brady! Get back here!

Victor stops as the doors to the board room close behind Brady.


Nicole stands behind a reeling Eric. Unsure what to do to console him, she puts a hand gently on his shoulder. When Eric doesn't flinch, she feels safe to rest her hand there more firmly.

NICOLE: You can't blame yourself for what Kristen did. You're a priest. You guys kinda have this thing about turning the other cheek and forgiveness. You saw a light in Kristen. You wanted to bring out the goodness in her. And she--

Eric turns around abruptly, his anger flaring up again, causing Nicole to jump back a bit.

ERIC: ...And she destroyed my faith in forgiveness. Nicole, it's like part of the very fabric of doing God's work...and I can't even bring myself to do it for my own greivences.

NICOLE: I think being drugged and raped goes a bit beyond a grievence, but...

Eric turns away from Nicole, hoping to avoid crying in her line of sight. His plan fails.

ERIC: But it's made me question so much about my life. My vocation. I mean...what kind of just God would do what has been done to my family, to myself. If this is a test...how many more trials do I need to go through before I finally am able to smile again, Nicole?

Nicole struggles to find words. She begins to cry a bit herself.


Anne sits at her desk at University Hospital when the lab tech from before walks into her office. Anne looks up, expectantly. The lab tech is nervous approaching the imposing HR woman.

TECH: I, uh...Mrs. Mil--

ANNE: ...MS. Milbauer. Mrs. Milbauer is my mother-in-law's name, and if you want to be down one tongue, you keep using that name.

The tech stops dead in his tracks, even more nervous than before.

TECH: Big fan, then?

ANNE: Huge. What have you got for me? Is the testing done?

TECH: Uhh...YES!

Suddenly remembering he has the results in his hand, he hands the report over to Anne, who brusquely grabs it from him.

ANNE: Thank you.

TECH: I have the...uh...


TECH: Okay, bye!

The tech hastily walks out of Anne's office. Anne opens the file as the door shuts behind him. As she reads the file, Anne beams with delight.

ANNE: You son of a bitch. You're bluffing.


EJ and Gabi sit at a table in the Brady Pub. They sip their coffee together quietly, hoping to avoid arousing suspicion. Gabi is doing a typically awful job at this.

GABI: ...So I need you to do something about Nick. After what he told Rafe last night, I'm afraid to be anywhere near him. I'm worried what he's going to do next.

EJ: Gabriella, I think you overestimate the power this man has. He's clearly lost his mind, but you need to stop panicking. This will only make things worse.

Gabi is visibly nervous, hands shaking her cup of coffee in front of her. EJ puts his hand over hers, causing Gabi to realize how off-kilter she is.

GABI: I know. I know, you're right. But, I just...I can't shake the feeling that Nick's gonna find a way to...I don't even know what he's gonna do. I'm scared, EJ.

EJ: What do you want me to do, Gabi?

GABI: You've got to stop him. Like, I wish he never got out of prison.

EJ takes a second to think, and looks over at the table to the left of Gabi, looking at the day's Salem Spectator, featuring the headline about Brady's drug scandal. His face lights up.

EJ: I think I might know just what we can do.


Nick walks down the hallway at Titan, heading for Sheryl's office. He knocks on the doorframe, seeing her at work at her desk. Sheryl recognizes him immediately, and barely looks up from her computer screen.

SHERYL: What do you want, Nick?

NICK: To share the good news with you.

SHERYL: I heard. So what's our next move.

NICK: Time to watch Brady Black self-destruct. Hopefully it happens before the Titan TV vote, and then Titan's poisoned influence over this town will be over.

Sheryl looks up at Nick, a pleased look across her face.


Theresa walks through Town Square, deep in thought, when her phone rings. She pulls it out of her purse and checks who it is, half-hoping it's Brady, but usure if she would answer if it is.

It's Anne.

Theresa rolls her eyes and answers.

THERESA: (into phone) What do you want?


Anne sits at her desk, using her office phone.

ANNE: (into phone) A warmer greeting for a start.


THERESA: Sorry, I'm just...I'm waiting on a call, kay? Can this wait?


ANNE: No. It can't. I've got something important to tell you.


THERESA: Okay, well, say it fast, I don't have a lot of time, I'm busy.


ANNE: Cut the snark, okay? I'm really getting sick of--


THERESA: Anne! I'm waiting for Brady to call. I don't have time for this.


ANNE: Hey! Cool it, little lady. Look, you remember our little...situation with sweet little Abby Deveraux, right?


Theresa rolls her eyes at the thought of Abigail.

THERESA: Yyyyep!


ANNE: Well...turns out EJ DiMera knows what's going on, and he's a little pissed off. He's been trying to rile me up the last week or so, and he's using some pretty lame tricks to do it. So if you happen to run into him, or feel like anything weird's going on, you just let me know, and take it with a grain of salt, okay?


THERESA: Noted. K, bye.

Theresa hangs up the phone, having been totally disinterested in Anne's little piece of lame gossip. Just as she does, she gets a text. She checks it.

It's from Brady.

Meet me @ UH parking lot in 10, need 2 talk

Theresa is concerned by Brady's text, and rushes off to meet him.


Brady, sitting in his car, puts his phone away, cleans up the cocaine residue off the tablet on the car dashboard in front of him, and revs the engine of his car, then heads off to meet Theresa at UH.



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