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  1. EPISODE 171 Written by A. Washington-Beeby Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco Nick and Gabi step through the door to Gabi's room in the Kiriakis Mansion, lugging their suitcases behind them. Nick steps in to help a struggling Gabi. At first, she resists him, but remembers she needs to keep up the charade. NICK: Let me help you. After a moment of the two of them almost suspended in time, Gabi stares into Nick's eyes, and slowly, nervously smiles, loosening her grip on the bag. Nick smiles back and puts the luggage down by the bed. Gabi stands back, smiling awkwardly at Nick. GABI: Thank you for...agreeing to let me have a separate room. NICK: Gabi, I just want you to be comfortable. Whatever that takes. GABI: I know...and I promise it won't be forever, but...you know...on the bright side, you'll actually have closet space this way? Nick chuckles at Gabi, taking her hands in his. NICK: In fairness, every closet space is my closet space now. The house DOES belong to me. Isn't that fantastic? Nick pulls Gabi into a tight hug, from which Gabi tries to hide her discomfort. After Nick lets go, Gabi smiles at a beaming Nick. GABI: Yeah! Yeah, it is. Nick notices Gabi's less-than-enthusiastic response, and crooks his neck to look closer at Gabi. NICK: Gabi, I'm not totally convinced you're excited about this. GABI: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm...thrilled about this. But what I'm not thrilled about is having to explain this to Will and Sonny. Nick takes Gabi in his arms, and holds her, as Gabi looks over his shoulder, uncomfortably. NICK: You'll find a way. I'll be there for you when you do. --- Eric sits outside the café at Horton Town Square, as Marlena walks over to him. Eric looks up, spotting Marlena. ERIC: Mom. MARLENA: Eric. Mind if I sit down? ERIC: Go ahead. Marlena sits down, as Eric sets down his coffee. MARLENA: Eric, I...I know we're good, but...I wanted to apologize for my reaction to your marrying Nicole. ERIC: I appreciate that. And I know you have your misgivings, but...I know you're just looking out for me. MARLENA: I am. I just want you to be careful. But I also recognize I shouldn't have tried to ruin your day...and I also understand why you didn't want to tell anyone about your getting married. It's not as though we would've been particularly...receptive. ERIC: No, but...I should've been an adult about it, and come to you and dad, regardless. Marlena smiles at Eric warmly. MARLENA: Speaking of your father...I ah...I spoke to Valerie again today. ERIC: Oh? MARLENA: She ummm...she suspects that your father has some form of early onset dementia. ERIC: Well, the signs pointed to it, I'm not completely shocked. Disappointed, of course. Marlena nods, her smile fading. She sighs before she musters the courage to continue. MARLENA: Naturally. She did...suggest that my asking for a DNA test of you and Sami wasn't so out of line after all. ERIC: What do you mean? MARLENA: Well...Valerie thinks that we should find out if you carry the same gene that caused Roman's dementia, so that we can prevent it from affecting you and Sami. We'd also need to test Carrie, Rex and Cassie, of course. ERIC: Right. So...you're asking me if I'll be willing to do the DNA test, at the risk that it may reveal that the man we've been calling 'Dad' all these years....isn't even our father? Marlena looks awkwardly at Eric, knowing her real reason for wanting the test is clear. --- In the bowels of the DiMera compound in Italy, a light creeps into an otherwise blackened room from an opening door, revealing the rows of dimly lit prison cells. Bo steps inside, in awe, Steve following closely behind him. STEVE: Check it out, partner! Bo looks around in awe, as the dimly lit room lights up as Steve lights a gas lantern sitting on a nearby table. BO: What the...what is this place? STEVE: DiMera's dungeon, from the looks of it. Mostly empty, too. Except for one thing. Steve points to the largest cell. BO: Stefano's new Pawn Bo strains to see, as he takes the lantern and walks slowly over to the cell, seeing a man crouched in the corner. Bo looks over at Steve, unsure who the man is. BO: We got a key in here? STEVE: Nah, man, I couldn't find one. BO: Dammit. Bo walks over, as close as he can to the man in the corner, trying not to startle him. Reaching through the bars of the cell, he touches the man. The man flinches wildly at first, before both he and Bo realize who the other is. Bo looks on, completely stunned, as Steve looks on, thrilled. BO: Oh my God... As Bo's about to say the prisoner's name, Bo and Steve are hit by bottles being smashed over their heads from behind. Bo and Steve drop to the ground, unconscious. --- --- At the curbside of the rural road just outside Salem, Sheryl finishes lugging Crystal's dead body into the back of her SUV. Having hastily wrapped Crystal's head with her scrubs to avoid bleeding out all over the backseat of the SUV, Sheryl slams the back of the SUV shut, making sure to check around to ensure no one is around. She slowly makes her way to the drivers' side door, and gets in. Before taking off, she plugs her phone into the SUV's audio system, and calls Jerome. The phone rings and rings, frustrating Sheryl. SHERYL: Come on....come on, dammit, Jerome. Pick up! Finally, Jerome's voice is head over the loudspeaker. But it's his voice mail. JEROME: (via stereo) Hi, you've reached Jerome Grant, I'm not available to-- SHERYL: Dammit! Hanging up the phone, she hears the sound of Crystal's phone from her purse. Noticing it's Kim again, Sheryl switches out the phones quickly, before answering in a thick (fake) southern drawl. SHERYL: (into phone) Ms. Brady! Haiii! KIM: (via phone) Hi, Crystal! I ah...I just was curious to know when you'd be coming to pick the key up and sign the sublease. SHERYL: (into phone) Oh, Ms. Brady, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to come by sooner. I'm in my truck now, I'ma be right over. Sheryl adjusts her rear-view mirror, checking to be absolutely sure Crystal isn't waking up again. SHERYL: (into phone) I just gotta drop somethin' off real quick, okay? KIM: (via phone) Sounds great. Alright, I'll meet you at the building in about an hour? SHERYL: (into phone) Sounds perfect! I'll be right there! The beep notifies Sheryl of the end of the call, and Sheryl relaxes somewhat, leaning back in her seat. Looking around her, Sheryl takes a minute to breathe before she turns the car on. SHERYL: Just gotta take some trash out first, Ms. Brady. Sheryl checks the rear-view mirror, before pulling away from the curbside. --- Nick walks into the Kiriakis living room, finding Noelle sitting on the couch, reading. Nick walks in, casually. NICK: Workin' hard, I see. Noelle looks up from her book momentarily, before looking back down at it, disinterested in Nick's presence. NOELLE: Not like I have much else to do during the day. NICK: Ahhh, to live the life of a bourgeois housewife. NOELLE: I'm sure Gabi will find that out soon enough. I assume that's where you've been this whole time? Nick saunters over to the bar area, pouring himself a drink as he speaks to Noelle. NICK: Yeah, there. Made a detour to the hospital to check in on our old pal, Victor. Noelle looks up from her book, suddenly interested. NOELLE: You did? Nick turns back toward Noelle, a glowing smile on his face as he takes a sip from his drink. NICK: Yeah! I had to do a bit of gloating. It's not like he was awake to hear any of it. Noelle drops her book to one side, a look of horror washing over her face as she gets up from the couch. NOELLE: Nick...Nick, have you checked your phone recently? Nick looks back, bemused. NICK: What do you mean? NOELLE: Anjelica texted you last night to warn you that Victor's out of his coma. NICK: I didn't get any text-- NOELLE: WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?! Noelle appears panicked, as Nick looks on, also horrified by what he's just done. --- Gabi creeks open the door to Nick's bedroom, checking behind her to make sure no one spots her walking into the barely-unpacked room. Gently closing the door behind her, she steps further into the room, and gives a cursory look around the room. GABI: Alright, Nick. Where would you hide those pictures of us dumping your sorry ass in the river? --- Marlena sits across from Eric at the table outside the café. She looks seriously at her son. MARLENA: Well...it's something we would have to deal with. Are you...emotionally ready for that possibility? ERIC: Honestly? I don't know. I think, given the circumstances, though...Sami is the one you really need to worry about. Marlena looks down at the table, gently nodding in agreement. MARLENA: I think you're right. The problems she's dealing with between her and EJ are a lot right now. She seems strong, but I can tell she's under a tremendous strain. ERIC: So can I. The trouble is, I agree with you, I think it's important that we find out whether or not we carry that gene, so we can be prepared for the worst if we also carry it. Especially since it's now Dad AND Grandma that have had that diagnosis. MARLENA: That's what concerns me most. (sigh) Honestly, I do wish Kim would reconsider having the test done herself. ERIC: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I ah....(sigh) Look, I'll take the DNA test first. If something comes up on the test that we should worry about, then we can tell the others. And, heaven forbid, this man turns out not to be Dad...well...we can revisit that. Marlena looks at Eric, a faint smile on her face. MARLENA: So...you'll do it? ERIC: I will. Marlena lets out a huge sigh of relief, almost tearing up as she smiles widely at her son's decision. Eric smiles back, more faintly, unsure if he's making the right choice or not. --- Bo and Steve lie on the ground of the Pawn 2.0's cell, unconscious from a bottle each to the head, as someone steps toward them, gently kicking them to ensure they're knocked out. It's Stefano. Stefano laughs maniacally at his two uninvited guests, as his henchmen pick Steve and Bo up, and cart them out of the cell. ---
  2. IMO, the half hour is entirely B&B has remained as successful as it has been. 25 minutes and a smaller cast are way easier to get sucked into every day than a full hour commitment. The writing is also (usually) better. Unfortunately, this isn't the case for B&B, but...
  3. I'm watching 1992 right now (thanks to a dear friend), and Austin started off smart enough to pull off a gambling operation out of Johnny Angel's, and he was (to my surprise) a gifted jazz musician (as was Curtis, who was supposed to be dead at this point? That obviously was retconned under JER). I do wish they'd kept that part of Austin's character as the years went on, as he became a complete himbo without any real interests or personality during JER (and every regime thereafter). I could see Patrick Muldoon having some heat with KDP once Eve came back (I could see Austin playing piano for Eve at Club TBD/Doug's Place and they get cozy while Carrie and Rafe have an affair).
  4. I don't think I've watched regularly since January, and I don't feel like I'm missing a damn thing.
  5. That's the problem. FV is terrified if folks remember what GH used to be, they won't like the crap it is now, and his poor ego will take a hit.
  6. So being the ratings nerd that I am, I averaged out all the data from these charts, and compiled an actual season average for each year 1989-90 through 1999-2000, thanks to the AWESOME work of @JAS0N47: 1989-90 (missing some weeks) 1 Y&R 8.0 2 GH 7.0 3 AMC 6.3 4 OLTL 6.0 5 ATWT 5.8 6 B&B 5.7 7 DAYS 5.4 8 GL 5.3 9 AW 3.9 10 SB 3.5 11 LOV 3.3 12 GEN 2.5 1990-91 1 Y&R 8.0 2 GH 6.3 3 AMC 6.0 4 ATWT 5.9 5 B&B 5.6 6 OLTL 5.4 7 DAYS 5.3 8 GL 5.2 9 AW 3.9 10 SB 3.1 11 LOV 2.9 12 GEN 2.3 1991-92 1 Y&R 8.3 2 AMC 6.8 3 ATWT 5.7 4 GH 5.6 5 B&B 5.5 5 GL 5.5 7 OLTL 5.3 8 DAYS 5.2 9 AW 3.9 10 SB 3.0 11 LOV 2.7 1992-93 1 Y&R 8.3 2 AMC 7.1 3 B&B 5.9 4 GH 5.8 5 ATWT 5.7 6 OLTL 5.6 7 GL 5.3 8 DAYS 4.9 9 AW 3.2 10 LOV 2.8 11 SB 2.6 1993-94 1 Y&R 8.1 2 AMC 6.4 3 GH 6.1 4 B&B 5.8 5 DAYS 5.6 6 ATWT 5.5 6 OLTL 5.5 8 GL 5.1 9 AW 3.4 10 LOV 2.6 1994-95 1 Y&R 7.3 2 AMC 5.8 3 GH 5.6 4 B&B 5.4 5 DAYS 5.2 6 OLTL 4.9 7 ATWT 4.7 8 GL 4.3 9 AW 3.0 10 LOV 2.4 1995-96 1 Y&R 7.6 2 DAYS 5.9 3 B&B 5.3 4 AMC 5.2 5 GH 5.0 6 ATWT 4.5 6 OLTL 4.5 8 GL 4.0 9 AW 3.1 10 LOV 2.5 11 CITY 2.2 1996-97 1 Y&R 7.2 2 DAYS 6.0 3 B&B 5.0 4 AMC 4.7 4 GH 4.7 6 ATWT 4.4 7 OLTL 4.0 8 GL 3.8 9 AW 3.1 10 PC 2.4 11 CITY 2.0 12 SUN 1.9 ETA 1997-2000: 1997-98 1 Y&R 6.8 2 DAYS 5.0 3 B&B 4.8 4 GH 4.6 5 AMC 4.2 6 ATWT 4.1 7 GL 4.0 8 OLTL 3.6 9 AW 2.6 10 PC 2.1 11 SUN 1.8 1998-99 1 Y&R 6.6 2 B&B 4.7 3 DAYS 4.5 4 GH 4.3 5 ATWT 4.0 6 AMC 3.9 7 GL 3.8 8 OLTL 3.5 9 AW 2.4 10 PC 2.2 11 PSNS 1.9 12 SUN 1.6 1999-2000 1 Y&R 6.1 2 B&B 4.5 3 DAYS 4.3 4 GH 4.2 5 AMC 3.9 6 ATWT 3.8 7 OLTL 3.6 8 GL 3.5 9 PC 2.1 10 PSNS 2.0 11 SUN 1.4 Thanks again JAS0N47 for this info. I've been loving seeing the different trends and what affected ratings across the different shows.
  7. EPISODE 170 Written by A. Washington-Beeby Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco EJ stands in the DiMera living room, sipping on cognac, as he looks out through the terrace doors. The sound of the front door opening and closing doesn't deter him, as he keeps his focus out on the lovely day. From the foyer, a familiar voice calls out to him, as they step inside. It's Liam. LIAM: You called? EJ continues to stare out the window, his only acknowledgement of Liam's arrival is a sly smile that appears on his face as Liam stands in the doorway of the living room, awaiting a response. --- Bo stands around the corner from the living room at the DiMera compound in Italy, listening in as Stefano and Rolf sit before a roaring fire in the fireplace, cackling away at their latest scheme. DR. ROLF: So what is our progress on the Salem front? STEFANO: Ohhh, Rolf. The greatest news. Our friend Nicholas has succeeded in taking the Kiriakis holdings. DR. ROLF: Excellent news! So when do we make the exchange public? Stefano leans in, taking a puff of his cigar before responding. STEFANO: First of all, Anjelica must be elected first as state governor. Once this goal is accomplished, we can unleash our new recruit, and retrieve John Black. Once we have him, we can get the final piece to the puzzle for the alternative fuels project, and we will revolutionize the energy sector. DR. ROLF: But Stefano, that is Nicholas Fallon's project. Wouldn't he have the information we need? Stefano gets up from his seat, walking slowly over to the bar, where he pours himself a drink as he speaks. Bo stands off to the side, in disbelief as to what he's hearing. STEFANO: There is an additive that was considered after our dear friend, Mr. Fallon sold the project to Titan. The government tested it, but shelved it when funding ran out. They never released the information, but the ISA knows what it is. John Black has this information, Rolf. It is the key to maximizing the efficacy of the fuel source. Stefano turns as a hand reaches across to cover Bo's mouth and pulls his back, disappearing from Stefano's view almost in time. STEFANO: And it will be ours! Stefano looks at Rolf, but notices a movement around the corner, and looks over. Seeing nothing, he studies further. Rolf turns around to see what Stefano's looking at, but no one is there. --- The elevator doors open to the parking garage under University Hospital. Sheryl steps out, dressed as Nurse Crystal Clarke, who lies in the back of Crystal's SUV, after Sheryl knocked her out. Sheryl hastily walks over to the truck, unlocking the doors remotely, before stepping inside. Once inside, Sheryl turns the car on, and hurriedly drives out of the parking garage, exiting University Hospital. Driving down the road on her way out of the city, Sheryl is blissfully unaware of Crystal's presence behind her, assuming Crystal is still tied up and unconscious. However, we notice the shine of the tire iron slowly become visible behind Sheryl's head. At a red light, Sheryl adjusts her mirror, to see Crystal, now untied, wielding a tire iron aimed at Sheryl's head, and ready to swing. Sheryl's eyes lock with Crystal's, as Sheryl's widen in terror at her potential demise at the hands of the woman she captured. --- --- EJ stares out the window at the DiMera mansion, holding an empty rocks glass in his hand, smiling as Liam steps into the living room. EJ: You finally decided to show up. LIAM: It's not like you gave me much choice, you know. EJ: It was extremely important. LIAM: So I gathered. So what's this all about? EJ finally turns around, spotting an annoyed Liam standing near the piano. EJ: Well, I requested something from you not long ago, and I've yet to recieve it. LIAM: Yes, and you're not going to. EJ places his empty rocks glass on the desk near the french doors. He turns back to face Liam, now visibly irritated. EJ: And why's that? LIAM: Well, I was at Club TBD last night with Jennifer, and...I spotted your little friend Gabi there with Nick Fallon. She was not looking too well, and neither was he. And I realized what was happening. Liam saunters slowly over to the couch, sitting himself down as he continues to explain himself to EJ. LIAM: You're giving Gabi those drugs to give to Nick. EJ: And just what's wrong with that? LIAM: What are you up to, EJ? EJ: Well, I don't see how that's any of your busine-- Liam's temper escalates as he cuts EJ off. LIAM: Oh, the Hell it isn't. EJ is stunned into silence by Liam's reaction. He watches as Liam gets up from his seat and walks toward EJ in a somewhat menacing way. LIAM: You have been working against your family interests for weeks now and I wanna know why. EJ: The family's interests aren't neccessarily my interests. Liam chuckles as he steps in closer to EJ, keeping a tension between them that belies Liam's cool expression. LIAM: Your interests are making sure that Sami never finds out about Abigail, or her baby. I know that. Anjelica knows that. You know that. Liam leans intimately close to EJ, and almost hisses out his next words in a whisper to EJ. LIAM: Stefano knows that. Liam pokes EJ in the chest as he utters EJ's father's name. EJ barely budges, and his expression remains stoic, as Liam smiles almost maniacally. LIAM: So, I...am not going to let you ruin this. So you either keep in line with the plan, or those pictures our friend Percy took of you and Abby get made public. And you know how much I love that little girl. I'd never want to hurt her. Liam steps back over to EJ, walking in close to him to taunt him one more time. LIAM: So...choose wisely, EJ. Liam walks out of the room, leaving EJ behind, a simmering rage inside him. --- Dr. Rolf gets off the phone, as Stefano pours himself a drink. Rolf looks up at Stefano, concern in his eyes. DR. ROLF: I've got security checking the house to double check if anyone got in. STEFANO: Excellent. We cannot be too careful. DR. ROLF: Speaking of which, Stefano...I don't mean to...shall we say, stick my nose where it doesn't belong but...you're drinking an awful lot. It's not good for your diabetes... Stefano takes a big gulp of his drink, sounding refreshed as he sets his drink down on the coffee table before sitting down in an armchair. STEFANO: I normally would not, but we have plenty to celebrate. So today, I will make an exception. Rolf bites his tongue, pressing on with the matters at hand. DR. ROLF: Alright...if you say so. STEFANO: Believe me, Rolf. We have all of Salem right where we want them. And there isn't a single thing that could happen now to stop us. --- Down at the bottom of the staircase to the cellar of the DiMera compound, Steve leans in and speaks softly into Bo's ear. STEVE: It's just me. Bo fights Steve off, turning around angrily. BO: The Hell, Steve. Steve is quick to get Bo to simmer down. Putting his finger to his lips before Bo can continue. STEVE: You were thiiiis close to getting found out, my man. BO: Maybe, but I found out a whole lot about what Old Man DiMera's up to. STEVE: Oh yeah? I found something too, but you first. Bo steps in closer to Steve to fill him in, checking around carefully to ensure no one overhears. BO: This whole thing back home with Titan? Nick Fallon taking it over in some big coup? STEVE: Yeah, I heard about that, Kayla told me. BO: Well, I'd been wondering how he got his hands on all that money to buy them out. Turns out, DiMera, and Anjelica Deveraux are behind it. Steve's face twists, stunned to hear Anjelica's name pop up. STEVE: Anjelica? How the Hell does she fit into it? BO: I dunno, man. This is just getting more and more complicated the more we dig up. Steve comes up behind Bo and smiles. STEVE: Speaking of digging things up. Bo turns to face Steve, looking confused, as Steve motions toward the door at the end of the hall they've just walked down. Bo and Steve step toward it, opening the door, to reveal the rows of dimly lit prison cells. Bo steps inside, in awe, Steve following closely behind him. STEVE: Check it out, partner! Bo looks around in awe, as the dimly lit room lights up as Steve lights a gas lantern sitting on a nearby table. BO: What the...what is this place? STEVE: DiMera's dungeon, from the looks of it. Mostly empty, too. Except for one thing. Steve points to the largest cell. BO: Stefano's new Pawn Bo strains to see, as he takes the lantern and walks slowly over to the cell, seeing a man crouched in the corner. Bo looks over at Steve, unsure who the man is. BO: We got a key in here? STEVE: Nah, man, I couldn't find one. BO: Dammit. Bo walks over, as close as he can to the man in the corner, trying not to startle him. Reaching through the bars of the cell, he touches the man. The man flinches wildly at first, before both he and Bo realize who the other is. Bo looks on, completely stunned, as Steve looks on, thrilled. BO: Oh my God... --- Sheryl is frozen, staring through her rear-view mirror at Crystal, who threatens her with a tire iron from the back seat of her SUV, a maniacal look in her eyes. CRYSTAL: Don't....move. Or I'ma kill ya. Sheryl doesn't flinch, not even moving her hand from the rear view mirror, as she studies Crystal's slow movement from behind her. CRYSTAL: Now, I'm gonna count to three, and you're gonna drive this truck to the next parking lot, and put your hands up, and you're gonna keep em up. And you're gonna explain to me just what the Hell's goin' on here. SHERYL: Crystal, I do-- As Sheryl tries to object, the light turns green, and Crystal's shrill command cuts Sheryl off. CRYSTAL: DRIVE! Crystal's Southern drawl tightens into an imperative, terse command. Sheryl immediately complies, slowly stepping on the gas to head through the intersection. CRYSTAL: Right here...turn now, or you're gonna get it. Sheryl ignores Crystal's order, suddenly accelerating, and knocking Crystal back in her seat. Crystal struggles to get back upright, as Sheryl drives to try to thwart Crystal's attempts on her life. CRYSTAL: Stop this truck, right now, dammit! Sheryl pulls over on a quiet side road. Braking hard, Crystal stumbles forward, dropping the tire iron beneath the back seat. CRYSTAL: Dammit! Now outside the city, there are no witnesses around to spot them. Sheryl puts the SUV in park, and takes the keys out quickly, while Crystal lurches forward to hunt for the tire iron, her only hope to save herself. Sheryl leaps from her seat, out the front door of her SUV, before running to the backseat herself, opening the door and prying Crystal from the floor of the SUV before Crystal can find the tire iron, or escape. CRYSTAL: No, don't... SHERYL: Get back here, you-- The two women struggle in the backseat, as Sheryl finds the tire iron before Crystal can. In terror, Crystal throws open the back passenger side door of the SUV, in hopes of escaping, but Sheryl runs around the opposite side and, as Crystal exits the vehicle and tries to make a run for it, Sheryl swings the tire iron at Crystal. SHERYL: Oh no you don't. Sheryl's swing strikes Crystal hard in the head, as Crystal falls to the ground outside the truck, mortally wounded. Sheryl slowly steps toward Crystal's lifeless body, and looks down upon it, coldly. SHERYL: Well....looks like it's time for Plan B. ---
  8. Actually, I just figured JER needed someone to fill the spot Isabella held in the Roman/Marlena/John/Isabella quad. She filled the same duties in the story (daughter of an enemy of John's, though by that point, Victor had been defanged). The only real difference is that I can't see Isabella becoming the desperate villain Kristen became, though I'm sure fighting Marlena for John's affections for that many years could potentially do it to anyone. It could have proven a much more compelling story had Isabella gone to the dark side, given the more extended history, as well as the added leverage of Isabella also having John's child. Long term, that rivalry could have carried over into Brady and Belle, though, knowing Reilly, he'd never go into it with the depth that kind of storytelling would require.
  9. In fairness, I was always more of a Y&R fan than a GH fan anyway (though I've enjoyed both shows in my time). For me, Y&R's intensity is what really draws me in, and you manage to harness to heighten that quality in the GH scenes. Can't wait to see what else you come up with.
  10. Can I just say, the music added so much to the scenes. I felt myself getting sucked into the story in a way I know I'd never do if I were watching the show unedited. You've got a real talent!
  11. EPISODE 169 Written by A. Washington-Beeby Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco Hope stands in the Horton Square with John, her arms folded as she waits for John to answer her. HOPE: John, whatever it is you're keeping from Marlena, I can tell it's connected to Bo and his mission. So you might as well tell me. JOHN: Come on, Hope! You know I can't do that. HOPE: Why not, John? This is obviously important enough that you're here, making Marlena crazy with your vague insinuations, and now you're telling me the same things. Why? John leans in close to Hope to try to explain the situation to her without others hearing. JOHN: Look, all I can say is that Bo is really close to being done this mission. HOPE: How close? A few days? A few weeks? Months? I need more than that, John. JOHN: I can't give you anything more than that. I'm sorry. Hope sighs, frustrated by John's vagueness. --- Off the shore of the island where Stefano's compound is, a small boat sails by the lone dock. On it are two men. One anchors the boat to the dock, while the other looks through binoculars to see further inland at Stefano's compound. Steve Johnson climbs up onto the dock, and holds his hand out to help his shipmate, who pulls his binoculars down from his face, revealing himself to be Bo Brady. STEVE: Come on, partner. Let's get inside the compound and take DiMera down. BO: I'm right with ya, my man. Bo takes Steve's hand, helping him off the boat and onto the dock. They stare up at the island, where Stefano's massive compound sits, amazed by its scale. --- Valerie sits at a booth at Club TBD, checking over the menu, as Marlena walks in. Spotting her friend at the entrance, Valerie waves Marlena over. Marlena obliges, a weak smile on her face, which Valerie catches. As Marlena sits down, Valerie looks inquistively at her. VALERIE: You okay? MARLENA: (sigh) Not quite. Neither of the kids want to take a DNA sample to prove if this is the real Roman or not, and to top it all off, I just had a run-in with John. VALERIE: Oh dear. How'd that go? MARLENA: He had the nerve to tell Hope not to give up on Bo, just as she's about to finally get out there and start dating again. Meanwhile, he still insists on divorcing me and he won't say why. Valerie reaches across the table, taking Marlena's hand in hers. VALERIE: I'm sorry to hear about John. MARLENA: It's okay. Nothing much I can do about that. VALERIE: You're right. But what I can do is give you some advice on how we can convince Sami and Eric to give the DNA samples you need. Marlena looks up suddenly, intrigued. --- --- Hope walks over toward a seat in the Brady Pub with John, having walked back over from visiting the Horton clan at a nearby booth where they're having a goodbye lunch for JJ. Hope sits down, looking wistfully over at the group eating happily. HOPE: I can't believe JJ's already heading to college. Where does the time go? JOHN: You're tellin' me. Feels like just yesterday I was sending Belle and Brady off to their first day of kindergarten, and now look at 'em! Hope and John laugh, then Hope sighs, a touch saddened. John knows instantly the cause of the sadness, and squeezes her hand. JOHN: You're not gonna be alone for much longer, Hope. Ciara's gonna have both her parents see her off to school again real soon. HOPE: How can you be so sure, John? Especially when you won't tell me anything? JOHN: You have to trust me on this. This mission is too dangerous for you to be getting involved, especially this late in the game. But when it's all done, I promise you, it'll be well worth it. Hope looks on, unsure whether she believes John or not. Across the room, Jennifer, JJ, Abby, Laura, and Liam are eating lunch together at the largest booth. LIAM: I know we were planning to drive you down there, JJ, but...are you sure you wanna go it alone? JJ: Oh yeah. I don't see why not. You guys have enough to handle here. JENN: Okay, well, just make sure you're safe on that highway. And call us every night. We'll miss you, and we'll worry. JJ rolls his eyes slightly, slightly embarrassed by his mom's doting. JJ: Yes, Mom. Abby looks over at JJ from eating her lunch, speaking earnestly to her brother as the others continue to eat. ABBY: JJ, I know I've been totally out of it the last while, but...I really am gonna miss you. JJ: I'm gonna miss you too, Abs. But I'm gonna make sure I check in every few days, okay? LAURA: You'd better. I'm gonna have so many questions for you. JENNIFER: Me too. You need to behave. I don't want another incident like in England, okay? JJ laughs at his past bad behaviour. JJ: I promise, Mom. Besides, Rory and Bev are gonna be...thousands of miles away. You won't have to worry. JENNIFER: I'd better not. Jennifer wags her french fry at JJ, and laughs before taking a bite. As she does, Liam gets a call, and immediately gets up from the table, barely even checking to see who it is. LIAM: Mm! I gotta take this. Jenn looks up, concerned, as Liam has already been relatively quiet at the table, and is now quick to exit the pub to answer his call. Outside the pub, Liam answers the call. LIAM: (into phone) Yeah. ... EJ stands in the DiMera living room, alone. He speaks matter-of-factly. EJ (into phone)Where are you? ... Liam rolls his eyes at EJ's presistence. His tone of voice noticeably curt over the line. LIAM: (into phone) I'm at the pub with Jenn's family. JJ's leaving town. I'll be over after we're done. ... EJ, holding a drink in his hand, slams the drink down on the bar, sounding displeased. EJ: (into phone) No, you will not. I rang you hours ago, and I've got a lot to do today. I told you it was an emergency, so get over here now! EJ hangs up the phone, sighing in frustration, trying to hold his simmering rage in. ... LIam realizes EJ's hung up, and bites his lip, trying to hold in his own anger, as he steps back inside. Inside, the rest of the family is still chattering away, laughing as they eat together. Liam returns, and Jennifer notices his troubled demeanour. JENNIFER: Liam? What's wrong. LIAM: I ahh...I got a call about a client at a clinic across town. I have to head out for a bit, I'm sorry, guys. JENNIFER: It's fine. Are you alright? LIAM: I'm fine, just...just disappointed, that's all. Look. I'll be back in time for JJ to get going, okay? JENNIFER: Sure! Liam leans over and kisses Jenn quickly, before taking off. As Liam heads off, Laura and JJ give each other a knowing look, both suspecting something big is going on. --- Marlena sits across from Valerie at Club TBD, a curious look on her face. MARLENA: Okay, I'm listening. VALERIE: Well, from what tests we have done on Roman, it's suggesting he's suffering from an early onset Alzheimer's, which is genetic. Now, one way we can be sure of that is to test Eric and Sami's DNA against Roman's to determine whether or not they have the same markers as him for predisposition to the early onset Alzheimer's. Marlena responds, clueing into what Valerie's suggesting. MARLENA: ...And while you're at it, check the markers to see if there's any genetic match whatsoever. VALERIE: Exactly. Plus, this can help us determine whether or not the origin of his memory loss even is Alzheimer's at all! It could be some other kind of damage. MARLENA: And if Stefano's involved, you never know. VALERIE: Right. Look, it can't hurt. But if you need any help convincing them to do the test, you let me know right away, okay? Marlena smiles half-heartedly, nodding in agreement to Valerie's advice, though still wearing a trouble expression. MARLENA: I will. Thank you. --- Steve and Bo both walk quietly through a dark hall within the DiMera compound, having made their way past the guards. STEVE: You're damn lucky the guard was on his break or we wouldn't have made it in. BO: Tell me about it. Problem is now, we gotta figure out where Stefano is, and find the patients. STEVE: Well, I'm gonna take this hallway here, since I think this is the access to the cellar, and you see if you can track down old man DiMera. BO: Got it. Steve bolts off down one hallway, while Bo walks down the other, leading to the large living area. Bo overhears the voice of Stefano and Dr. Rolf, and leans back against the wall, tucking himself quickly around the corner out of sight, as he listens in. STEFANO: The Patient is making fantastic progress. Rolf, you have done it again. DR. ROLF: All at your service, Stefano. Stefano pours a drink from his bar, and offers one to Rolf as he takes one for himself. STEFANO: Ahh, here. Salut! The two men raise their glasses, as Bo looks on from the darkened corner of the room, studying them closely as they toast and down their drinks, laughing heartily at their work. --- Downstairs, Steve makes his way into the darkened cellar. Fumbling in pitch darkness, he struggles to find a lighter to light his way down, trying to whisper in frustration so as not to tip off anyone. STEVE: Damn it, why'd I quit smoking, man! HA, there! Steve finds a lighter in the pocket of his leather jacket, and finds a gas-powered lamp at the bottom of the stairs on a table. Lighting it, he holds up the lamp, looking to see what he can find. After a moment, his eyes spot something through the bars of the cell before him. STEVE: My God. It's really you. Steve smiles as he spots the Patient in his cell. ---
  12. And to further confuse the issue, I just watched a 1980 episode of The Edge of Night that cited Oakdale as a suburb of Monticello!
  13. I truly don't understand why, instead of bumping her up to Co-HW at the LEAST, they instead demote her to scriptwriter and then, ultimately, she leaves (or is fired? Can anyone confirm?) I know in the past she's expressed a lack of desire to return to the show as HW because of the budget, but...what little good was happening on DAYS this past while, I largely credit to Sheri's input. The moment she and Ryan Quan ended their consulting stints, I've noticed things going WILDLY off the rails. And I haven't loved a lot of the show under Ron so far as it is.
  14. Yeah, it's been on Global for decades, and we get it on NBC affiliates via cable/sattelite as well.
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