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In the U.S., where the soap opera has all but been completely disregarded, it may be a bit confounded to most people that the content of any soap opera could hold such power that the government would want to control it but that is exactly what is currently happening in Egypt.

SONBC INTERVIEWS ROSCOE BORN SONBC- Well welcome back Roscoe!!! What is this, the 18th daytime serial you've been cast in? Roscoe Born- Actually, Santa Barbara was my 2nd soap originally, I was on Ryan's Hope prior to being cast on SB. SONBC- But this is 'RTSB.' It's not your mother's 'Santa Barbara.' Roscoe Born- My mother actually was more of a P&G soap fan- As The World Turns and Guiding Light were her favorites. But I know what you mean. However, the writing is brilliant, there are surprises abound and I get to work with the incomparable Marcy Walker again. SONBC- Yes, but for how long. Roscoe Born- Well, you know how Greg operates. I'm not at liberty to say. What I can tell you is that the late start is all Marcy's fault. SONBC- Trouble in paradise? On set difficulties already?" Roscoe Born- Nothing like that. She had prior commitments to her church that Greg graciously agreed to work around. He considered an emergency recast, but in the end, the decision was made to delay the premiere and the shooting of the premiere until Marcy was available. Shooting has been a bit hectic, working around her church schedule but everyone at 'RTSB' agrees that accommodating that request in order to have Marcy is well worth it. SONBC- So can you give us a definite premiere date? Are you gonna be around a while? Roscoe Born- The answer to both of those questions is this- stay tuned!!! SONBC- You have to give us something Roscoe, more than that. Roscoe Born- I've been lucky enough to receive 'Special Guest Star' billing. I've been told we'll be on air sometime in August, but that remains to be seen. But I can tell you Marcy started shooting this week and you're not gonna want to miss a minute!

Written by: Nick M At the café: Zack walks in to see Sam and Trinity there sitting together. ZACK: Are you two still writing for the paper? SAM: Nah, we finished our last article already. We are having a celebratory hot cocoa. ZACK: Hot cocoa? Woah now! Don’t go too hardcore. TRINITY: Hot cocoa is the sh*t. ZACK: The summer flew by. Feels like it just started. SAM: That is so true. ZACK: You know I am trying to get the summer to go out with a bang though. TRINITY: How so? SAM: He wants to have this huge end of the summer bash. ZACK: Yes sir! Tonight! And I hope you two will be coming to it. TRINITY: A little late on the invite. SAM: You have other plans? TRINITY: Nah. I just don’t want to go truthfully. ZACK: Oh come on don’t be boring! TRINITY: I am far from boring. Trust. SAM: I’ll go if Trinity goes. TRINITY: Don’t put all this pressure on me, Sam. ZACK: I’ll give puppy dog eyes if I have to. Zack gives his best go at puppy dog eyes. TRINITY: Oh please stop. I will go if you stop. You look like you are about to burst into a seizure. SAM: Looks like I have a party to get ready for.. -- Marah arrives at her parents ranch. Reva is there. REVA: Hey sweetie. MARAH: Mom. I heard what happened! Thank god you are okay. REVA: Yeah she really wanted to mow me down. MARAH: Dad said that you think it is Lily’s neighbor Blair Manning? REVA: I believe so. MARAH: That is crazy if true. I hope the cops will handle this. REVA: I hope they will as well. I’ve told them that it was her. MARAH: And your ribs are doing okay? REVA: These old bones of mine are sore, but I’ll be fine. I’ve been through much worse. MARAH: That you have. -- Blair meanwhile is arriving home. BLAIR: I swear life in this town is turning into a hassle. She closes the door in a huff. BLAIR: And Todd is always at work. Never here when I need some comfort. She goes through some mail that is on the table. There is also a file that is on the table. BLAIR: He even left some of his work here at home. I just hope he helps me take down Reva Beast. I know she is trying to set me up for this alleged hit and run. What a psycho! Blair walks into a different room in a huff. Zoom in on the file on the table. On the file, it reads: Reva Shayne -- At the Union Creek Chronicle: Todd and Gary are with Luke and Jack TODD: I have a special assignment for you two He points to Luke and Jack. JACK: My first assignment. I have to say I am excited…but nervous too. GARY: Luke here is one of the best we have. He will help you out. LUKE: I hope it is something juicy. I am sick of the fluff pieces. TODD: I need you both to look into the almost hit and run on Reva Shayne that was in the police blotter. I know my wife had nothing to do with it so I want her off the hook. JACK: Now I am more nervous. LUKE: Why is that? JACK: I’ll tell you later. GARY: Help our boss man out. LUKE: We will try. TODD: Good. Jack and Luke walk off. TODD: So can we talk about this info I found out about? I want to know exactly what is up!! GARY: Then come with me. TODD: Come with you where? You know I can’t say I trust you. GARY: This isn’t stranger danger. We have to go now. I know more info too. It is all about to come out… Todd looks on intrigued… At the Café: TRINITY: I should go and get ready for this party. SAM: You really do look fine the way you are now. TRINITY: But still. ZACK: This is perfect. I will see you there then. SAM: At Jaspers house? ZACK: Yup. TRINITY: Where is that? SAM: I’ll give you a ride there. TRINITY: Coo. Zack gets a call from Jasper ZACK: Hey man! Are you pumped for this party or what? I know I am. JASPER: Of course I am bro. Got the house to myself and everything is set up. ZACK: Great. I knew you would come through. JASPER: Let’s get this party started! ZACK: I’ll be right over! -- At the Union Creek Chronicle: Jack and Luke are working together. LUKE: Why are you nervous about looking into this hit and run? JACK: Well you see, this Reva Shayne that was almost hit by the car…I kinda sorta live with her and her husband. LUKE: Oh…wow, but that’s great. You have an inside scoop. JACK: Yeah, but she is so convinced that Todd’s wife was driving the car. I do not want to cause ruffles with her. LUKE: The job of a journalist is never easy in that regard these days. JACK: She has been so nice to meet. LUKE: I understand. You know, this isn’t much of a story they have gave us. They have been giving me these long drawn out stories all summer. I don’t get it. JACK: That sucks. I will take the fluff. I need the practice…or re-practice.. LUKE: I can’t shake the feeling that Gary and Todd are up to something I mean where did they leave to in a hurry? JACK: I have no idea. -- Gary has taken Todd to what seems like an abandoned building of some kind. TODD: And we came here because why? GARY: It is a safe place to meet. TODD: Safe place? Are we in danger that I don’t know about? What the hell are you dragging me into? Pan up to the ceiling of the room. There is a camera watching them… TODD: Look I read your info and the ISA is involved in this somehow. They deal with high profile criminals. GARY: I have no idea why they would want this document. TODD: I don’t know if I believe that…but you said you found some new info. What is it? GARY: It is big. TODD: Just spit it out! GARY: I believe I have located the document. TODD: You know where it is? How? GARY: My source— TODD: --What source? GARY: I have good sources and they have found out who may have this document and where the person who has this document lives. TODD: Okay who and where? GARY: The where is Paradise, New Mexico. The who, is the man in this picture. Gary hands Todd a picture… -- Zack is at Jaspers house for the party. ZACK: How did you get so much booze? JASPER: My older cousin came through! ZACK: This is epic. I am so excited for the first time all summer. JASPER: You needed this didn’t you? ZACK: What I need is for this night to play out in my favor. Zacks happiness fades away ZACK: And this is not a good start. His step brother Rourke walks in. ZACK: What are you doing here? ROURKE: It is a party. You know I love parties. ZACK: Just don’t be annoying. ROURKE: No, no. I leave that to you. Rourke smirks and walks off. Zack then sees Cory arriving outside. ZACK: Who invited these damn people? Zack takes a deep breath and looks at his watch. ZACK: It is okay. It will all be right when Anne shows up. I will make it work tonight. -- Cut to Reva and Marah MARAH: I hope you will be safe. REVA: I can take care of myself, you know that. MARAH: Where is dad? And… Jack? REVA: Your dad is being a gentlemen and doing some grocery shopping and Jack got a job at the Union Creek Chronicle. MARAH: I am not leaving then. I don’t think you should be alone right now. REVA: I promise you do not have to worry about me. MARAH: What if someone is after you, mom? REVA: Someone is after me, but I can handle her. MARAH: Blair Manning? REVA: Yes. She is crazy. I know it was her who did this and I hope the cops are able to prove it. -- Blair finally sees that the file on the table has Revas name on it. BLAIR: What do we have here? Reva opens the file. BLAIR: Todd dug up some background info on Reva. Blair smiles BLAIR: He came through. She starts to go through the file and is very fascinated… -- Meanwhile, someone is watching Todd and Gary on camera from the abandoned building… But turns out the building is not so abandoned. The person is in the room next to the one Todd and Gary are in! The person walks towards the door and peeks in at the two. Gary has handed Todd a picture A picture of Paul Ryan. TODD: So this is the man with the document? GARY: I believe so. His name is Paul Ryan. He is who you need to find? TODD: Who I need to find? GARY: Yes you need to go to Paradise New Mexico and find him. TODD: This all feels too strange. Am I being set up? GARY: Nope you are helping the old boss of the chronicle get back what is his. TODD: This document? GARY: That is a part of it, yes. TODD: No. I don’t trust you right now. I’m not doing it. GARY: Just find that man! Find Paul Ryan. TODD: What is in it for me? GARY: A nice fat check. TODD: Well this can be arranged then… Suddenly the person from the other room walk inside this room! The person stands in the shadows of the room. TODD: Now what is this?! The person speaks with a deep voice: “Find him. And if you see his mother Barbara…tell her hello for me…” Todd looks on towards the person in the shadows… FADE TO BLACK Credits roll *I do not own any non original characters nor any pics.

INT. THE INTRUDER – DAY Open in Emily’s office. A tight shot on Emily as she stares down at some papers on her desk. She marks them with a red, and is gradually becomes displeased with what she’s reading. Emily: No . . . No . . . No! Emily slams her pen down on the desk. Emily: This is abysmal! Samantha knocks on the door and then peeks in. Sam: Everything all right? Emily: (hostile) No. Everything is not all right. (then) You know what, something is wrong—who green-lit this story on the district attorney’s election? Sam comes in and closes the door. Sam signals for Emily to hand her the document. Emily passes it to her. Sam skims over it. Sam: I don’t see what’s wrong with it. Emily: (rolling eyes) Of course you don’t. Sam: Why the attitude? I just asked you a simple question. Emily: Then let me answer it . . . the story is boring. Point blank. That’s not going to sell any papers or bring us hits on the site. Sam: But it’s the truth. Emily: And it’s boring. Let’s spice it up some. Put some scandal into it. Something! Sam sighs. Emily: What was that for? Sam: Emily, we’re supposed to writing stories that are true and have integrity. I don’t see any scandal in the Hughes v. Wallace race. I just don’t. Emily: Of course you don’t because you’re green. Now let me school you on how the media industry— Sam: School me? Honey, who has the degree in journalism? Emily: And your point is? Clearly you missed the class on how to sell a proper story. Sam: No I just chose to skip that class because I believe that a paper should be foregrounded with the truth. Not centering a story around smut and scandal, but if you had proper training in journalism— Emily: (raising up) Proper training? Honey, I’ve been running this paper for well over a decade. And pretty d*mn fine before you came waltzing in here taking over . . . You know what, ever since you’ve gotten this job, you think you run the place. Sam: Whatever. Sam tosses the document on the desk. Emily: So now what? You’re going to go call grandma and let her know that we’re at a standstill? Sam: Nope. Run it. Emily is stunned that she’s won this round. Emily: Did you just say— Sam: I said run it. Change it. Edit it. Do what you want. Just don’t be surprised with the backlash. Emily: Oh it wouldn’t be the first. Sam: I’m sure it won’t. Off Sam’s exit, Emily smiles, pleased with herself. She then reaches and grabs the phone and starts to dial. She then waits for a second, then: Emily: Gary, hey. I need you and the rest of the guys at the printer to be ready. This story I’m about to send will be the headline . . . Yes, I know it will be rushed but make it happen. I want this story out before noon . . . Thanks. Bye. Emily hangs up the phone. She then goes back to work, churning out a story. We get a glimpse at the marked document on her desk; however, our eyes are drawn to three names on it: Tom Hughes, Carter Wallace, and . . . Scott Eldridge. CUT TO INT. TOM’S CAMPAIGN OFFICE His volunteers are working the phones, doing flyers, etc., but we pan back towards Tom, who is with some of his team as they go over some strategies in the background. Tom sits back and takes in their suggestions, attentively. Volunteer1: So Mr. Hughes, we need you to be on point at the first debate. We don’t need a knockout for certain, but we need you on point. Volunteer2: Yes. This first debate just needs to be what you plan on achieving if you win, and you debunking the ideals that you’ll have another mid-life crisis during your term. Tom: Trust me. That won’t happen. Volunteer2: I hope not because there are a lot of people in this town that are still upset about the last time you were D. A. Bonnie (O.C.): That won’t be a problem now that I am here. Everyone turns to see Bonnie coming in. She makes her way up to Tom and gives him a hug. Bonnie pulls back and looks Tom straight in the eye. Bonnie: You ready to go to war? Tom nods. Tom: More than ever future Assistant District Attorney. On Bonnie and Tom sharing a smile filled with determination, FADE OUT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2VgH3loFZs FADE IN: INT. TOM’S CAMPAIGN OFFICE We pick up where we left off—a determined smile between the two. Then Bonnie breaks away, reacting with the interest about their campaign office. She digs it. Bonnie: Good estate. Right in the center of town, near the police station and town hall . . . just perfect. Tom: That’s the reason why I chose this place . . . Putting that aside, when did you get back in town? Bonnie: Last night. Tom: How’s Duncan? Bonnie: Doing better. He has his off days due to the chemo but he doing so much better. Tom: Glad to hear that. I’m still stunned when Jessica called us with the diagnosis—that Duncan had stage two prostate cancer. Bonnie: Me too. But we’re taking it day by day. I think it also helps that Mom is over there taking care of him. Shannon stopped by to see him . . . Beatrice pops in and out to see him. Tom: I’m bet he’s enjoying that, being surrounded by all the women he loves. Just shows how tragedy can bring loved ones back together. Bonnie: Tell me about it . . . Now, who is this Carter Wallace? Off Tom rolling his eyes, CUT TO INT. MONA LISA – DAY We open up on Carter flirting with Lisa, as they share a drink at the bar. Carter: So glad that you decided to join me for a drink. Lisa: I’ve never been one who turns down libations . . . Lisa seductively strokes her glass. Lisa: . . . especially when the person offering them looks just as good as the wine tastes. Carter: Mrs. Grimaldi, you wouldn’t be hitting on me, would you? Lisa: And if I were? Carter: Then I say cheers. Carter picks up his glass and he and Lisa have a toast. Lisa takes a sip of her wine all while keeping her eye on Carter. She likes him. Carter: So, Mrs— Lisa: Call me Lisa. Carter: OK, then. Lisa, how are things at the fashion house? Lisa: A mess. However, that is expected in fashion. Carter: I see . . . so when am I going to be invited there to see your fashions. Lisa: (modest) Carter, must you forget that you’re the enemy. I can’t take you around time showcasing you. I’d never hear the end of it from Tom. Carter takes Lisa’s into his and stares into her eyes. Carter: But just because Tom and I are at war does not mean we have to be. Lisa: (grinning) True . . . Carter: Plus, how will I know if you’re good enough to design my suit once I win the election. Lisa jokingly slaps Carter on the arm. Lisa: Very funny! You doubt my boy, but you forget that he has a bit of me in him. Carter: Well I hope it’s not your sexiness because I don’t nor will ever look at Tom like that. Lisa: I hope not . . . But resilience, resilience is what he inherited from me. He won’t lie down and take a beating easily. Carter: And I don’t expect him too. Carter’s phone interrupts him. Carter: Excuse me, Lisa. Carter turns away from her and answer it. Lisa waits patiently. Carter: Hello? . . . So they know? . . . (sighs) That’s fine. Better now that it comes out then later . . . All right. I’ll talk to you later. Bye, bye. Carter hangs up and turns back Lisa. Lisa: Now that, that is over . . . Lisa’s is preoccupied by something. Her glass drops out of her hand and shatters on the ground. Carter: Lisa, what’s— He follows where she is look at the other end of the restaurant is Scott. A waiter points him into the direction of Lisa and Carter. He tips the waiter and advances towards them. Lisa: . . . Scott?! Scott plants a kiss on the cheek and hugs her. Scott: Hey, Mom . . . Carter. Lisa looks at Carter. Lisa: You know my son? Scott: Of course he does. Meet Oakdale’s future Assistant D.A. and Carter’s running mate. On Lisa at a loss for words (for once), CUT TO INT. TOM’S CAMPAIGN OFFICE Bonnie and Tom are now in an adjacent office shut off from everyone else. Continuing where we left off with them. Tom: He’s some flashy attorney from Monticello. Bonnie: OK . . . so why is he running for D. A. here? Trust me, the crime rates are extremely high in Monticello. His expertise is needed there more than here. Tom: I said the same thing. Bonnie: But again, it doesn’t make sense. Why here? Monticello, Chicago, Somerset, Springfield, Bay City, and Salem—those areas should provide wet dreams for anyone running for D. A. Tom: I’m guessing the mayor. What’ve I’ve heard is that the two became golf buddies a few years back at the Governor’s charity golf tournament in Henderson. Bonnie: Did he try to run there too? Tom: (laughs) No. (stoic, but nervous) But I have been looking into his history and he has a stellar track record for his time in Monticello. Bonnie: How stellar? Tom: Way better than his predecessor, Mike Karr, and he was one h*ll of D. A. A Volunteer peeks their head into the office. Volunteer #3: Mr. Hughes, we need you out in the main room fast. Something has come up. Tom: (concerned) OK. Bonnie and Tom exchange looks. They both then rush out into the main room where everyone is surrounding a computer and holding paper newspapers in their hands. Bonnie: What is it? Another Volunteer hands Bonnie a newspaper. Volunteer #4: Take a look. A close-up shot of The Intruder, and the headline reads, “Brother V. Brother: Battle Lines Drawn.” There is a shot of Tom on one side and Carter and Scott on the other. Bonnie: You’re brother? Tom snatches the paper from Bonnie and flings it across the room. Tom: D*mmit, Emily! Bonnie: But what damage can it do? Everyone has probably known that Scott’s been back in town, right? Tom: No. Bonnie: Tom! Tom: I know, I know. I was hoping to convince him drop out the race before they made a public announcement or it went out to the presses, but I’m not surprised that big mouth Emily found out before everyone else. (paces the floor) But I can fix this, I can fix this. Volunteer #5: (at computer) I wouldn’t say that just yet. Volunteer #5 slides aside to show the same story online. Tom: She put it online too! Bonnie: Tom, that’s not the point. Look! Bonnie points to the side of the screen where Emily has a Twitter box embedded on the site, and it shows a feed of all the other newspapers across Illinois linking to her story. Bonnie: Sh*t just got real. Tom: F*ck! Tom flips a chair over before calming down. Tom: I’m going to kill her. On Tom enraged, FADE OUT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hR1jFxeam4s