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  1. Yeah, that's enough of that, goodnight.
  2. EPISODE 173 Written by A. Washington-Beeby Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco Laura, Jennifer & Abby stand outside the Brady Pub, having seen JJ off. Laura turns to them with a tearful smile. LAURA: Well, I'm gonna have to get myself together again. (laughs) JENNIFER: Just remember, Mom. JJ's gonna be back for Thanksgiving. I'll make sure of it. LAURA: And if you don't, I will. The three women laugh, as Laura digs her keys out of her purse. LAURA: Look, I've...I've got an appointment in a bit. Did either of you need a ride? JENNIFER: No, no. I'm waiting for Liam to come back. I'll be fine here. Laura looks at Jenn, concerned. LAURA: Are you sure? JENNIFER: Positive. Jenn and Laura hug quickly, before Laura asks the same of Abby. LAURA: Alright. Abigail? ABBY: I'll wait here with mom. Laura smiles, before hugging Abby as well. She turns to take off. LAURA: I'll be back late tonight, okay? JENNIFER: Alright. Love you! LAURA: Love you too! ABBY: Bye Grandma! Abby turns to Jenn, who's looking out as Laura walks away towards her car. ABBY: I'm gonna miss him. JENNIFER: We all are, sweetie. ABBY: Yeah...but I feel bad. I've been a pretty neglectful sister lately. Jennifer looks at Abby and puts a hand on her shoulder. JENNIFER: Honey, no! JJ knows you've had a lot on your plate with work, and finding a new job and...don't worry about it. A voice calls out to Abby from behind, surprising both her and Jennifer. (Alicia Keys' "Unthinkable" begins to play over the end of the scene) JEROME: I think she's right. Abby turns around to see Jerome, and smiles. Jennifer looks on, a bit startled and confused. JEROME: You do beat yourself up way too much. Jerome smiles affectionately at Abby, who blushes at Jerome's remark. --- Will and Alex sit at the nearly-finished Penthouse Grill. Julie sashays over to a special dining table in the middle of the room where they sit, eagerly waiting a surprise dessert. JULIE: Alllright,boys! The final course on our gala opening menu. ALEX: And the best one, of course. All three laugh, as Julie looks endearingly at Alex. JULIE: A man after my own heart. Yes, it's our dessert offering, which will be... Julie lifts the lids off the two respective plates before Will and Alex, revealing a luscious strawberry cheesecake tart. Alex and Will gasp in awe at the chef's creation. JULIE: Organic Strawberry cheesecake tart, freshly-picked strawberries with an ever-so-slightly tart drizzle over it. It's absolutely divine. WILL: It looks it. Will picks up his fork, and looks over at Julie, in awe. WILL: Julie, you're gonna have to ban me from this restaurant, you realize. JULIE: And why's that, Darling? WILL: Because I will be in here morning, noon, and night, and you'll have to roll me into the elevator. I swear, I will eat you out of business. Alex, and Julie laugh, as Will takes a bite of the tart, absolutely in heaven. JULIE: Well, listen. I'm going to go speak with the chef, and grab you something to drink? Champagne, perhaps? ALEX: (laughs) Julie, that'd be fantastic, but we're still on the clock. JULIE: Nonsense! You're doing research. How are you going to know how it all tastes together for your press release if you don't try a bit of everything? I'll be right back. Julie dramatically walks off, leaving Will and Alex cracking up. Alex starts to chat with Will while they dig into their desserts. ALEX: Your cousin's a riot. WILL: That she is. Will looks back down at his plate. The awkward silence hangs in the air for a moment before Alex cuts into it again, noticing Will's silence. ALEX: You've been really quiet today. WILL: Just a lot on my mind. ALEX: Care to share? Will sighs, putting his fork down for a moment. WILL: You have to ask? It's this whole Nick thing, obviously. ALEX: Why? What's Nick gonna do to you? WILL: He's been slowly trying to worm his way back into Gabi's life. He's already tried to get my daughter away from me once, and I feel like he's doing it again. Now he's taken over the company, and...(sigh) Alex, if this whole EnerNext thing blows up any bigger, and my name is attached to the falsified press release tonight on Nicole's special? I'm afraid Nick to could take everything from me. He could use it to take my career, my family, my daughter... Alex puts his fork down, and reaches his hand out across the table. He takes Will's hand in his and squeezes it, comfortingly, as he looks intensely into Will's eyes. ALEX: Hey. Hey. Come on. Look at me. Will, uncomfortable with Alex's intensity, struggles to maintain eye contact, feeling a strange nervousness at his touch. ALEX: You are not going to lose everything. I won't let that happen. WILL: Oh come on, Alex, you don't have that much clout with Nick there-- ALEX: ...Hey. I'm a Kiriakis. I know how to play the game, Will. And I'm gonna stand by you, and I'm gonna make sure you keep your job, and your daughter. I won't let Nick hurt you. I promise. Will smiles half-heartedly, as Alex squeezes Will's hand tighter. As he does this, Julie walks out of the kitchen, bottle of champagne and two flutes in hand, and stops just short of their table, dead in her tracks. Julie's taken aback by the rather intimate moment between Alex and Will, so much so that they don't even notice her being there. --- --- Sheryl shuts the tailgate on the SUV she bought from Brady, still hidden in the bushes off the country side road. She looks around, as she stands in the brush outside Salem, brushing the dirt off her hands as she steps out toward the side of the country road. Stepping out from behind the bushes, Sheryl carefully checks to ensure no one sees her as the daylight begins to turn to dusk. She looks around with a self-satisfied look on her face. SHERYL: Just call me a problem-solver. And now off to my new home. Sheryl chuckles to herself as she steps toward Crystal's SUV. She gets in and takes off, back toward Salem. --- Julie steps toward Alex and Will at their table at the Penthouse Grille. As soon as Julie's voice is heard, Alex immediately lets go of Will's hand, hiding it back off the table. JULIE: Ahhh....boys? ALEX: Julie! Thank you! Julie sets the flutes and unwraps the cap of the champagne bottle. She smiles at Alex and Will. JULIE: Oh it's nothing. Just a precursor to the main event! Julie pops the champagne bottle, and quickly pours the glasses to avoid the fizz spilling out onto the floor. Alex and Will look at each other while Julie's focus is elsewhere. They hold in a laugh, as they look warmly into each others' eyes. As Julie finishes pouring, Alex and Will grab their flutes and hold them up to toast. WILL: To Julie. And to a fantastic grand re-opening of one of the best venues in Salem. ALEX: Cheers to that! As Will and Alex clink glasses, Maggie's voice suddenly is heard, distracting them, and Julie. MAGGIE: Let's hope that happens. In fact, with Nick lurking about, let's hope we get a grand re-opening at ALL! Looking over at Maggie, who's just stepped into the room, the others look concerned, as Maggie stands, a heavy look on her face. --- Liam walks along the pier, shivering from the chilled riverside air. He heads for the Brady Pub through the fog, and is only stopped by the sound of his ringing cell phone. Checking quickly to see who's calling, he promptly answers, sighing in frustration. LIAM: (into phone) What? ... Anjelica stands in her bedroom at the Kiriakis mansion, leaning against the vanity while she speaks on her own cell phone. ANJELICA: (into phone) We need to talk. ... Liam rolls his eyes, exasperated. LIAM: (into phone) About what, Anj? ... ANJELICA: (into phone) Nick Fallon. He may have compromised the entire plan, and he needs to be dealt with. ... Liam looks frustrated, and concerned by Anjelica's strong words. He looks around him to ensure no one's listening in. LIAM: (into phone) What do you mean, "dealt with", Anjelica? I'm not your hit man. ... Anjelica answers in an almost sing-song voice, keeping a cool air to her, while remaining firm in tone. She sits herself down on the edge of her bed, filing her nails while giving Liam his orders. ANJELICA: (into phone) Yoooou said it. Not me! ... Liam sighs, as Anjelica continues. ANJELICA: (via phone) I just had a run-in with him, and there's something up with him, which means we have to take action. LIAM: (into phone) Yeah, well, I think I know what the problem is. ... ANJELICA: (into phone) Good. Tell me in person after the show. ... LIAM: (into phone) I'll meet you at the Kiriakis house. ANJELICA: (via phone) No. Not here. There's too many people here, they're bound to catch us. Meet at the DiMera house. Stefano's out of the country, and EJ's at work, so we'll be alone. LIAM: (into phone) Fine. When's the taping end? ... Anjelica stops her nail filing momentarily, checking her watch. ANJELICA: (into phone) 9? I should be back by 9:30, anyway. ... Liam checks his own watch. Sighing in exasperation. LIAM: (into phone) Yeah, that's fine. See you then, Anj. Liam hangs up, before looking around the pier to be sure he was alone the entire conversation. He quickly scuttles up the stairs, headed for the Brady Pub. --- Jerome stands opposite Abigail and Jennifer outside the Brady Pub. ABBY: Hey! Jerome! Abby, who is surprised to see him, stares at him, blushing for a moment. Suddenly remembering who she's with, Abby turns to introduce Jerome to Jennifer, who looks at him curiously. ABBY: Ah...Mom. This is Jerome Grant. Jerome, this is my mom, Jennifer Horton. Jennifer smiles as she extends a hand to Jerome, who shakes it, smiling warmly at Jenn. JEROME: Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Horton. JENNIFER: The pleasure's all mine. I...I know your grandmother from...well, when I was really little. JEROME: Yeah, the Grants and Hortons...we go a long way back. Jerome's attention drifts back to Abigail, as he continues his thought. JEROME: And I hope we have a long future as well. Abby smiles awkwardly, knowing what Jerome is implying. Jerome smiles as Abby looks at him, momentarily averting her eyes. Jerome ends the moment, looking into the pub before looking back at Abby. JEROME: Ah, listen. I have to get some lunch before I head back to Salem U, but...Abby, if you're free tonight, I'd....I'd really like to see you again. ABBY: Oh, ah...Jerome, I'd love to, but I've got to head to the TV station. It's Nicole's TV special on the EnerNext scandal, and...I've gotta be there for it. JEROME: Well, that's alright. I'd love to be there for it, if that's alright. I've always wanted to see a big TV news show being made. I promise I'll be quiet though. Abby shifts awkwardly, trying to let Jerome down easily, as Jennifer looks on, silently surveying the situation. ABBY: No. No. I...(sigh) I wish you could but...it's gonna be super busy and I don't think the producers would be happy if I invited visitors or anything. I'm sorry. JEROME: It's alright. I understand. Break a leg though, okay? Abby smiles at Jerome, who keeps his eyes locked on Abby's. ABBY: Thanks. I'll text you after, okay? Jerome walks toward the door of the pub, winking at Abby in response before shutting the door. Once Jerome steps away, Jennifer steps over toward Abby, a curious look on her face. JENNIFER: Well he seems like a nice young man. Abby turns to face Jenn, nodding in agreement. ABBY: He is. We've been out a couple times and he's...he's really cool. Jenn folds her arms, looking at Jerome through the front door of the pub. JENNIFER: You like him, don't you. ABBY: I do. Jenn turns her head back to look at her daughter. JENNIFER: Then why did you just push him away like that? Abby looks back at Jenn in disbelief. ... Inside the pub, Jerome sits down at the bar, as the bartender walks over. JEROME: I'll grab a pint of Blonde. Thanks, Man. Jerome pulls out his cell phone from his black pea coat pocket, checking to see if there's any updates from Sheryl. When he sees there isn't, he calls her. The phone rings once. Twice. Three times, before the voice mail message chimes in. SHERYL: (via phone message) Hey, it's Sheryl. Leave a message after the beep. After the beep, Jerome, visibly frustrated by Sheryl's sudden silence, leaves an urgent sounding message, as he looks around to make sure no one's listening in. JEROME: (into phone) It's me. You gone tell me what happened at the hospital or not? Call me the second you get this. Jerome hangs up, hearing the front door close. His attention is immediately drawn to the person who's just walked in. It's Jordan. She spots Jerome and freezes in her tracks. Both Jerome and Jordan stare at each other from across the room. Jerome with surprise, Jordan with disdain and a touch of fear. ---
  3. EPISODE 172 Written by A. Washington-Beeby Story Consultant: C. Nathaniel Richardson & Nick Monarco Abby and JJ step out of the Brady Pub, while Jennifer and Laura settle up. JJ looks out at nothing in particular, while Abby puts her hand on JJ's shoulder. ABBY: You know we'll miss you, right? JJ looks down, nodding slowly. JJ: Believe me, the feeling's mutual. Abby's hand slides off JJ's shoulder, as she turns to stand beside him, both looking out at the sky. JJ: It's funny, it was always so grey out in London. That winter after Dad died, it rained all through December and January. And one day, the sun finally came out after like...weeks of clouds, and...I promised myself I'd always take the time to enjoy it. No matter where I was. ABBY: There's gonna be a lot of sun in California, JJ. You'll start taking it for granted. JJ turns to Abby and smiles, shaking his head. JJ: Nah. You never take it for granted. Just like family. You can't take it for granted. Abby smiles back at JJ, as JJ becomes emotional, and pulls Abby into a tight hug. JJ: Take care of Mom and Grandma for me, okay? ABBY: I will. --- 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? Gabi spies Nick's laptop bag, and smiles, knowingly. She steps slowly over to it, and is about to unzip it, when the door opens with a flourish, startling Gabi and making her shriek! PERCY: Greetings! GABI: AH!! Gabi turns around with a start, to find Percy standing in the doorway, confused by Gabi's presence in Nick's room. --- Nick looks at Noelle across the Kiriakis living room, confused by Noelle's sudden panic. Noelle walks toward Nick, a horrified expression on her face. NOELLE: Nick, what did you say to Victor in his hospital room? NICK: Who cares, Noelle? He's in a coma! NOELLE: NO, HE'S NOT! That's what I'm trying to tell you. Anjelica tried to reach you last night but you never answered. Victor's awake. The colour drains from Nick's face, as Anjelica casually strolls into the room. ANJELICA: Ah! There you are, Nick! I didn't want to cause alarm earlier so I didn't ask, but I assume you got my message about Victor's "miraculous recovery"? Nick looks away, as though he's going to be sick. NICK: I have now. Nick begins to hear the familiar high-pitched sound that accompanies his headache. Holding his forehead to try to put pressure on to help it subside, he disengages while Noelle explains the situation to Anjelica. NOELLE: Apparently Nick never got the message, so he decided it would be a great idea to go to Victor's hospital room this morning and gloat about our plans. Anjelica turns her head sharply, looking daggers at Nick. ANJELICA: You have got to be kidding! Nick shakes his head, trying to keep the pressure down, as Anjelica approaches him, annoyed. ANJELICA: I messaged you last night, you never responded, and I've told you to keep that phone on you at all times. What were you thinking? Nick, in the thoes of pain, tries to mask his symptoms, closing his eyes to try to keep the pressure down. ANJELICA: I knew I should've followed you out of the room this morning, but I didn't want to have anyone figure out what we've been up to. But I guess I didn't have to worry, because you'd fill everyone in all on your own-- Nick explodes in rage, the pressure from the two women in the room plus his headache proving too much for him. He lurches forward and grabs Anjelica's arm, startling her. NICK: SHUT UP, ANJELICA! A flash of unbridled rage stirs in Nick's eyes, as Anjelica looks back in terror, unable to move as Nick grasps Anjelica's arm painfully tight. Noelle stands back, concerned but not sure how to handle the situation. --- --- Noelle shouts out in terror at Nick, as Nick squeezes Anjelica's arms, a look of unbridled rage in his eyes. NOELLE: Dammit, Nick, let her go! What's wrong with you?! Nick realizes what he's doing and after a moment, the intensity in his eyes wears off, his grip loosening on Anjelica, who immediately breaks free and steps back, her expression immediately changing from fear to anger. NICK: I'm sorry, I-- ANJELICA: You will be. I swear to God, Nick, if you weren't essential to my plans, you'd be back face-first in that river right now. NICK: I know, I... Nick's head begins to throb, as the high-pitched squeal returns, and his headaches intensifies again, drowning out Anjelica's words. ANJELICA: I mean it, Nick. Don't you EVER lay a hand on me ever again, or I swear to God, it'll be the last thing you ever do. Anjelica steps in closer to Nick, who is trying to hide his intense pain from her and Noelle. ANJELICA: And believe me, I have the means and resources to make sure you are taken care of, so don't think for a SECOND you can outsmart me. Because I promise you, I will win. Anjelica looks with the same intensity that Nick previously had, a finger raised in scolding to him, while Nick looks on, intimidated. --- Gabi looks over at a baffled Percy, who stands in the doorway of Nick's room. GABI: Mr. Gr...Percy. You startled me. PERCY: Gabriella. What are you doing here? GABI: I could ask you the same thing. I don't think Nick was expecting you. Percy steps into the room slightly, looking around for Nick to no avail. PERCY: Well...the ah...the butler let me in, lovely chap. Hanson, was it? GABI: Henderson. PERCY: Right. Well, I actually came about because Nicholas and I had some business to discuss. Gabi looks at Percy, hoping he'll take off again so she can continue her search. GABI: I see. Well, I think he's downstairs, if you want to catch up with him. PERCY: Oh that won't be neccessary, I'm sure he'll be up shortly. The two stare at each other, an awkward silence fills the air, before Gabi sighs audibly, trying to hold in her laughter at the absurdity of the situation. GABI: Well, I was going to unpack my things, since I'm going to be moving in here, so...if you'll excuse me. PERCY: Oh, not to worry, I'll try not to be in your way. Percy sits down at Nick's desk, while Gabi looks on, annoyed by Percy sitting exactly where she intended to look. Unable to say anything to that effect, Gabi rolls her eyes and walks out of the room. GABI: I'm sure Nick will be up in a moment. PERCY: Oh, good to see you, Gabi! Percy's goodbye to Gabi is cut off by the sound of her closing the door behind her. He looks over at the door, looking suspiciously as Gabi leaves the room. On the other side of the door, Gabi grimaces, annoyed by Percy's foiling her attempt to find the pictures of Gabi, Kate, and Sami dumping Nick in the river. She takes off down the hall toward her own bedroom. --- Julie floats over to a table in the middle of the nearly-ready Penthouse Grille, while Will and Alex sit across from each other, blindfolded. Julie lays down two delicious desserts on the table for them to try, taking a spoonful each for them, and guiding their hands over to it. JULIE: Alright, boys! This is the last one. La Pièce De Résistence! Will and Alex both take a mouthful of the dessert, and savour the flavours. Even blindfolded, you can tell they're delighted. WILL: Oh my God! Julie! This is....this is amazing. ALEX: Seriously, this...if I come to this place every day once you're open, I'm gonna gain fifty pounds just from dessert alone. Will, Alex, and Julie laugh, as Julie walks behind both of them and gently removes their blindfolds. JULIE: I still got the touch, I guess. Alex and Will look on in wonder as Julie reveals the elaborate dessert before them. JULIE: Our chef is Michelin Star rated, and we'll be offering a unique feature dessert every evening that will combine delicious flavours with breathtaking design, such as what you see before you. The decadent strawberry tarts sit before them, as Julie hands Alex and Will pictures of other desserts the chef has prepared before. ALEX: Julie, I'm impressed. This place is ready. JULIE: Oh, I hope so, Darlin'. (sigh) It's been a long time since I ran one of these places, and...I'll tell you, it's been great getting back into the habit. WILL: Well, you're handling it like an old pro. Julie smiles, but messes Will's hair slightly as she scolds him gently for his remark though her million-dollar smile. JULIE: I may be a pro, dear cousin, but, a word of advice...don't ever call me old. Alex snickers at Will and Julie, as Julie walks off toward the kitchen. Will blushes, embarrassed by his slip. WILL: Oops. ALEX: (laughs) Julie's a real wonder, you know that? I'm glad Maggie chose her to help run The Penthouse Grille, seriously. WILL: So am I. I just hope now that...Nick's taken over the company that...you know...things don't go south. ALEX: Don't worry about that. I'll protect you from anything that comes our way. Will laughs, not sure whether he believes Alex or not. WILL: Yeah, okay. Sure. ALEX: Seriously! Will, what have you done that might cause things to go out of hand? You've done every job I've tasked you with, you've done an amazing job writing our press releases. You've even come up with ideas for campaigns I've never even considered. Titan would be so much worse off without you being here. Will looks down, touched by, and slightly uncomfortable with Alex's compliments. WILL: I guess I should thank you for that. Even if I don't believe it. ALEX: Well, believe it. You're one of the best writers I've worked with. WILL: Well, I just hope you still think so after Nick's on TV tonight. Alex looks at Will with confusion, as he stabs at his dessert to take another bite. ALEX: What do you mean by that? WILL: (sigh) I mean, Nick has it out for me. He wants Gabi, he wants my daughter, and he resents that so far he can't have either. So he's gonna be looking for anything he can use against me to ruin my career and make me look like a deadbeat. ALEX: Well, you're not. I know that, you know that, anyone who knows you knows that. WILL: Yeah, but...if he goes out there and tells people on Nicole's special that I falsified those press releases for EnerNext...you may not have a choice but to fire me, Alex. And your job might be on the line, too. Will looks concerned at Alex, who looks back, contemplating what Will's told him. --- JJ and Abby are still in mid-embrace outside the Brady Pub when Jennifer and Laura emerge from the pub, ready to leave. Mother and daughter smile, as their kin end their warm hug, turning to face them. JENN: You know, I remember when I couldn't stop them from trying to kill each other when they were kids, and now look at them. Laura and JJ crack up, though Abby's a bit more emotional, trying to fight back her tears. JJ: Yeah, well, that's probably because I stopped trying to pull her hair out when she walked ahead of me. ABBY: Yeah, I'm amazed I'm not bald from that. Abby looks at JJ, giving him sideeye, as the others laugh. Abby finally cracks a smile as she envisions the memories. As the laughter dies down, Jennifer also becomes emotional, taking a second to drink in her grown son, as he begins his new life in college. JENN: Your father would be so proud of you, JJ. LAURA: Your mother's right. You've come so far in so little time. We're all...so proud of you. JJ, also trying to keep from crying, walks over and gives his mother and grandmother big hugs. As he ends his hug with Laura, JJ and Laura share an extended look, before JJ speaks at barely more than a whisper. JJ: Look out for them, okay? Laura nods in agreement, before JJ and Laura hug again, before JJ turns to head off. JJ: I love you guys! JENN: You me you'll call me when you get there. As JJ takes off toward his car, Laura looks on, more worried than the others, as she thinks of the worries she has with Liam. LAURA: (voiceover) My God, JJ. I hope you stay safe, and nail that bastard, Liam. ... Liam walks along the pier, shivering from the chilled riverside air. He heads for the Brady Pub through the fog, and is only stopped by the sound of his ringing cell phone. Checking quickly to see who's calling, he promptly answers, sighing in frustration. LIAM: (into phone) What? ... Anjelica stands in her bedroom at the Kiriakis mansion, leaning against the vanity while she speaks on her own cell phone. ANJELICA: (into phone) We need to talk. ... Liam rolls his eyes, exasperated. LIAM: (into phone) About what? ... ANJELICA: (into phone) Nick Fallon. He may have compromised the entire plan, and he needs to be dealt with. ... Liam looks frustrated, and concerned by Anjelica's strong words. ---
  4. I'd say "don't give Ron any ideas" but they'd never have the budget to do anything like this.
  5. Yep. The worst thing this show ever did (and that's saying a lot) was have Rolf invent that zombie vaccine. There is literally no stakes to death anymore, and this is coming from a show that killed and then unkilled 70% of their vets not 15 years ago. No impact whatsoever. I would love it if the Rolf diary mysteriously disappeared in the DiMera fireplace, and the hospital server is corrupted and no one ever speaks of the damned injection ever again, but even then, it's too late for this show. They've reached a threshold where they've shocked their way into audience indifference. Nothing matters and nothing has any impact and no event, no matter how big, inspires the audience. All because they worked so hard to be SO SHOCKING, so EXTREME with their shocks and twists, so often that there's nowhere to go but down.
  6. Sorry, I just saw this now! Glad to see you still reading! And I agree with you re: Ron and Jack's return on TV, though I don't think I'd do it that way either. I think you'll be surprised with how this all plays out, though I'll not spoil you. The real Crystal Clarke is no more. I wanted to make a separate avatar for Crystal, but had a lot of trouble figuring out the masking feature on Photoshop to give her red hair, so I gave up LOL. I would be interested in potentially having Marie pop in more often, honestly. I'm not sure in what capacity, but considering I plan to use Julie a lot more, a more prominent Horton presence overall would be smart, you're right. Either way, I'm so glad you're reading, and I hope you've been enjoying!
  7. I would say "my" shows were DAYS (obviously), GL, OLTL, GH, and Y&R. When I first started watching soaps, it was GL that hooked me first, and then DAYS that really stuck with me. I was never a traditional male, and frankly, I was never bothered by it. My mom and grandparents were fine with just letting me be me, bless them. I don't really watch DAYS as much as I used to (frankly, Ron's writing exhausts me), and Y&R bores me to tears, I can't sit through an episode. But I check in, and love to read about what's going on.
  8. 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. ---
  9. 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...
  10. 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).
  11. I don't think I've watched regularly since January, and I don't feel like I'm missing a damn thing.
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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. ---
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