Belle pretends that Philip is her husband and that they are looking to bring her sister Lauren home to live with them but the center's director still won't let them talk to the other residents. Frustrated by the lack of success, Philip blurts out that Tyler is his son and Belle is forced to tell the whole truth. Philip spots Lauren among the residents and corners her. The security guard knocks Philip out and drags him out of the center. Belle decides to stay another day to help Philip. Bo reveals that the hospital staff around at the time of Stefano's murder' were all undercover police. Shawn asks Bo to help him get into the police academy but Bo only gives in after he fails to talk Shawn out of the decision. Kayla visits with Steve while he pretends to be awaiting a jail cell. Kayla insists that Stephanie know the truth about Stefano and Steve gives in. EJ asks to see Stefano's body. Roman tries to stall EJ by insisting he wait until after the autopsy but EJ is convinced that Stefano isn't dead. EJ questions Steve about his theory but Steve shows off the blood spatter on his shirt as proof that Stefano is really dead. Max tries to stall but decides that they'd be better off jumping. Max and Stephanie land safely and find an abandoned campsite.
Philip: According to the address Billie gave me, this is it. Belle: Are you sure? I don't see a sign. Philip: I guess women who seek shelter don't want to advertise. Belle: Just think -- your son could be on the other side of that door. Philip: I'm not getting my hopes up. The police thought Lauren had moved on. Belle: Well, maybe you'll get lucky. You're due for some luck. Philip: Yeah, I'll consider myself lucky if we get past that door. Belle: Well, I know my part. I'm a worried relative of Lauren's, and you're my friend. Philip: Let's do it. Belle: Okay. [Indistinct conversations] Help you folks? Belle: Yeah, I hope so. I'm looking for my sister. Her name is Lauren Chaffee. Although, she may be using another name. What makes you think she's here? Belle: Well, she's on the run from the father of her child, and she has every reason to be afraid of what he might do. And I've just been desperately trying to find her. And some people that we talked to thought that she may have taken shelter here. Philip: Look, we just want to see if Lauren and her baby are still here. If not, talk to some of the residents, see if they've seen her. Maybe they might know where we can find her. Not on my watch. Bo: Yeah, I'm gonna be here a while. Okay. [SCENE_BREAK] Stefano: Steven. Wait, Steven. Come back. Come back. Come on. You have been a good soldier, Steven, eh? So... we will talk. Eh? Steve: Yeah. We will. This is for Benjy! Stefano: Aah! [Camera shutter clicks] [SCENE_BREAK] Shawn D.: Hey, Dad. You got a minute? Bo: No, not really. Can we talk later? Shawn D.: Look, I know you're in the middle of a crime scene, so I'll wait if that's okay. Bo: Is this about you becoming a cop? Shawn D.: Mom told you, huh? Bo: Yeah, we got this crazy habit of talking about our kids. Give me a minute, would you? Shawn D.: Yeah, cool. Bo: All right. Hey, doc, you sign off on that death certificate? Undercover cop: There you go. Bo: Well, look at that. "Stefano DiMera -- dead from multiple stab wounds." You guys did great! Brown, you kicked up playing doctor to a whole new level. It was amazing. Best undercover work since my honeymoon. Undercover cop: Brag on, Brady. Bo: I don't know whether to recommend you guys for a commendation or an Oscar. Undercover cop: I'll settle for a pay hike. Bo: That might be in the offing. Undercover cop: No pun intended. Bo: None. Here's where we stand -- Stefano DiMera is resting comfortably in the county morgue. Our good buddy Steve Johnson has been arrested for his murder, which, with any luck, will be all over the media by morning. Too bad the news of his death has been greatly exaggerated. [SCENE_BREAK] Steve: Hey. Looks real, doesn't it? Kayla: Yeah, too real. It freaks me out. Steve: Well, it worked, didn't it? Everyone think's Stefano's dead dead. It's amazing what I did with a couple of fake blood packs and a retractable knife from Ernie's joke shop, eh? Kayla: Remind me to do all my Christmas shopping there. Steve: Hey, put me down for a plastic barf and a whoopee cushion, will you? Kayla: Very funny. What's gonna happen next? Are Bo and Roman just gonna come in here and put you in jail? Steve: Pretend jail, baby. Kayla: And what am I supposed to do, slip you a cake with a file in it? Steve: You won't have to because I will be out of here before I could lick the frosting off my fingers. Kayla: I don't like you behind bars. Even one night away from me and Pocket is too many. Steve: Okay, it's only until after Stefano's funeral. Kayla: It's just, I... the baby misses you already. Steve: Come on. He's just telling you that to score an extra bottle. Did you take him over to Bo and Hope's? Kayla: Yeah. He's gonna stay with them until this whole fake murder thing is over with. Steve: I know this is hard on you, baby. And I really appreciate you going along with it. Kayla: Well, we've been through worse things, haven't we? Steve: Yeah. Kayla: I just hope it's worth it. Steve: Oh, I can guarantee it's worth it. If André believes Stefano's dead, he will crawl out from underneath his rock. Kayla: I just find it hard to believe that a psycho like André would mourn anybody, even family. Steve: Even if he doesn't come to the funeral, he will step up to continue Stefano's reign of terror against your family. Either way, his visibility goes way up and we get him. Kayla: And if he sets out to avenge his father, you need to even be more careful. Steve: I'm safe in here. Kayla: From your lips. Steve: God, I wish you could have seen me, baby, wielding my magic knife, playing Stefano's assassin to the hilt. It was Brando time. Kayla: Yeah, well, too bad you didn't have it on video. Steve: Oh, the hospital security cameras got the whole thing, from my entrance to Stefano's last gasp. If I can get a copy, I'll burn you a DVD. Kayla: Perfect stocking stuffer. Steve: I got to say, though, acting's hard work. I worked up a big old appetite, and I don't want jail slop. Kayla: You might be in luck because I was thinking about you. And I raided the vending machines down the hall for things I thought you might like. Steve: You think of everything, don't you, baby? Uh-oh. How am I supposed to -- Kayla: Well, let's just get one of the policeman to take the cuffs off. Steve: They can't do that, baby. I'm a dangerous man. You're gonna have to feed me. [SCENE_BREAK] Rawlings: So, what will it be there, Maxwell not-so-smart? Do you want to jump with a parachute or free fall to hit the ground, go splat? Max: I don't like any of those options. You got something else you want to put on the table? Rawlings: Yeah, sure. As a matter of fact, I do. I consider myself a pretty reasonable guy. How about I put a bullet in your head, make miss Johnson watch? And then, how about I take this pretty little lady and add her to my stable? Max: Fine. Put this on. Rawlings: Now he's playing smart. Roman: At 6:53 this evening, Stefano DiMera was pronounced dead at university hospital. Death due to multiple stab wounds. Mr. DiMera was on his way home to recover from transplant surgery when he was attacked. The assailant has been arrested and booked. Steven Earl Johnson will be arraigned tomorrow at the municipal courthouse. Reporter: What's the charge, commissioner? Roman: First-degree murder. Reporter: Will the D.A. be seeking the death penalty? Roman: We will find that out tomorrow. And, ladies and gentlemen, that's all I have right now. Thank you. [Reporters talking over each other] Roman: Thank you. I said thank you. E.J., What can I do for you? E.J.: I would like to see my father's body, Roman. Now. [SCENE_BREAK] Max: Here. Don't be afraid. I've done this before. Stephanie: At gunpoint? It is pitch black out there. Who knows where we're gonna land? Max: I'll stay close and guide us both down. I will keep you safe, I promise. Rawlings: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Cut the chatter. Move to the hatch. Move it! Open it. Max: Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute. Rawlings: No, 60 seconds ain't gonna buy you but a bullet, cowboy. Max: Give us a flashlight and some rope at least. Give us a chance to survive. Rawlings: [Laughs] You think this is some stupid reality show, huh? I gave you chutes. You got brains. Man, that sounds like plenty to me. Maybe a little shortchanged on the brains part. Max: Fine, back to option three. Shoot us. Stephanie: Max! Ilsa: What's the matter, sweetie? Afraid of dying? Stephanie: Shut up, you bitch. Rawlings: Hold on, Ilsa. Let's let dead man jumping have his say. Max: Why should we jump? We don't know what kind of terrain is out there. I prefer a quick execution as opposed to a long and painful suicide. So go ahead. Shoot to kill. I hope I have a great view from heaven when you hit the tarmac and you try to get two bodies past customs. Rawlings: Oh, I'm okay with that. Sir, we have strict rules about who we let inside the shelter, and it's my job to enforce them. Philip: I respect that. I totally do. Then please wait in the foyer. Belle: Listen, Philip, I think that I'd have a better chance of getting inside if you disappeared. Philip: Belle, if Lauren is still here or came back, I could be a heartbeat away from finding my son. I have to be there for that moment. Belle: Philip, that guard is already suspicious. Philip: So we whip up a cover story that fits for me like we did with you. April: Hi, I'm April Hudson, director of the shelter. Belle: Hi, I'm Belle, and this is my husband, Philip Kiriakis. April: Mrs. Kiriakis, I understand you're looking for your sister and her child. Belle: Yes. Lauren has been through so much, and I am so grateful that she found refuge here, but now Philip and I would like to take Lauren and our nephew home with us. April: That's very generous. Philip: Are Lauren and Tyler still here? Belle: And if not, could we talk to some of the women and see if they know where they are? April: I'd like to help you, I really would. Belle: Look, believe me, I understand what it's taken for these women to protect themselves and their children. April: Well, then you'll understand my position. The women who seek shelter here feel safe. They know their anonymity is protected. There's no way I can betray that confidence, so, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. [SCENE_BREAK] Shawn D.: Dad, please, I need to talk to you. Max is losing his garage, and I'm gonna be out of a job. Bo: Yeah, well, I warned him to keep his nose clean. He had to learn the hard way. Sorry you got caught in the middle. Shawn D.: Max is the one taking the pounding, but I was counting on that job to secure a future for Belle and Claire. Bo: Okay, what do you think I can do? Shawn D.: I need you to put in a good word for me at the academy. I get it. You don't think I got what it takes. Steve: Mmm. Kayla: You are a cheap date. It's only an apple. Steve: I'm not talking about the apple. I'm talking about you. I need kisses. Kayla: You got to be satisfied with that. Steve: I'm not. Kayla: They're gonna come in any second and take you to your cell. Steve: You're right. Hey, listen, when you come and visit me, you got to remember to play it real, like I really killed Stefano. Kayla: I know. Steve: I'm talking about everybody -- friends, family. Kayla: Are you asking me to put on a show for Stephanie? Steve: Damn straight I am. Kayla: I will swear her to secrecy, but I will not lie to our daughter. [SCENE_BREAK] Roman: E.J., I really am sorry for your loss. E.J.: Well, thank you, Roman, but you can save it. I'd like to see my father. What have you done to him? Roman: Your father's body has been remanded to the county morgue. The M.E. Needs to do the post-mortem. E.J.: Really? Why is that? Is there a dispute as to the cause of death? Roman: And then tomorrow sometime, he'll be taken to the Dewitt funeral home. E.J.: On whose authority? Roman: Tony. E.J.: Really? Okay, you understand that Tony has no right to make any of these decisions. Roman: Bottom line is, E.J., You want to see your old man, you're gonna have to wait till after the autopsy. E.J.: Fine. But answer me this -- how exactly do you expect to do an autopsy on somebody who's not dead? [SCENE_BREAK] Belle: Please, Mrs. Hudson -- April. I know you're just trying to do your job. April: I see it as far more serious than that, Mrs. Kiriakis. Belle: Of course. And when women like my sister are trying to escape an abusive relationship, I'm so grateful that there are places like this. But now I want Lauren and my nephew to come home with us. April: Well, if your sister hasn't contacted you, maybe she doesn't want your help. Belle: I don't think Lauren knows what she wants right now. I just want her home with us for her sake and for Tyler's. April: Listen, I understand your dilemma. Belle: I'm afraid of what she might do. April: You think she may harm herself? Belle: Lauren needs counseling. She needs support groups. She needs whatever it takes to get her life together so that she can be a good mother to that little boy. So if you or one of the women here can just give us a clue as to where they may have gone, we would be so grateful. April: Listen, I'm sure your heart is in the right place, but I can't -- Belle: Okay, just take a look at this photo and tell me if you recognize her. April: As I stated earlier, it's our policy to not give out any information on our guests. Now, I'm sorry I cannot help you. [SCENE_BREAK] Rawlings: You know, the way I see it, I can just shoot you and toss your bodies overboard. No customs, no fuss, no muss. Max: But there's plenty of people who know that we're on this plane -- my brothers, Bo and Roman, her dad, Steve. They won't stop until they track you down. Rawlings: Oh, they can try. They'll never find me. Max: You're gonna take that chance over some rope and a flashlight? Rawlings: [Laughs] You know what? Sure. Why the hell not? Girls, would you please get a flashlight and some rope? No, fine lot of good it'll do you, but even if you land safe, cold weather coming on, out in the middle of nowhere, your blood won't be flowing long. Hold on. Watch them. I'll go check it out. Max: How are you holding up? Stephanie: I think I'm gonna be sick. Max: Don't worry. Just be a racer. Skydiving is just as big a rush as taking a curve at 200 miles an hour. Stephanie: I don't want to rush. I want my mom. Oh, my God. Did I just say that? Max: It's okay. I want my mom, too. Stephanie: I am counting on you to get us out of this alive. Max: Beautiful and smart. Rawlings: Well, we're flying into some heavy weather. I got to take this baby off autopilot and up another 5,000 feet. Max: We're gonna need oxygen at that elevation. Rawlings: Just hold your breath and pray for happy landings. Stephanie: Oh, God. Max: Just let Stephanie go. She had nothing to do with this. Just drop her off wherever you land and let her go home. [SCENE_BREAK] Belle: What can it hurt for you just to take a look at this photo of Lauren or show it to some of the women in there who might remember her? April: I said I can't help you. Now leave this property or I'm going to call the police. Philip: Do it. April: Excuse me? Philip: Go ahead. Call the cops. I'll tell them you harbored a woman who kidnapped my son. April: Your son? Philip: Yes, my son. Look... I know we weren't entirely straight with you, but we thought we'd have a better chance of getting help if you believed that Lauren was a relative. Belle: The truth is we barely know this woman. Philip: Lauren was a surrogate, carrying my child. Belle: She's not even the mother. Philip: Long story short, she gave birth to my son, Tyler, then tried to hit me up for money. When that didn't work, she ran and took my son with her. I'm really worried she might hurt him. Can't you please reconsider and help us out? April: Is she really your wife, or was that a lie, as well? Mr. Kiriakis, you've lied to me twice. Why should I believe this story of yours now? For all I know, you could be the man who abused Lauren. Belle: Whoa. Whoa. Philip would never hit a woman, ever. No, we're not married, but we were. And I know from experience that this man is a loving, caring father. And all he's trying to do is find his son. April: Well, he'll have to find another way to do that. Philip: Hey, there she is. That's her. That's her. She's got my son. Belle: No. Philip, don't. [SCENE_BREAK] Bo: Shawn, I got to tell you, I have been dreading this moment since the day you were born. Shawn D.: You didn't want your son to grow up and be a cop. Bo: Follow in my footsteps? No, I did not. Shawn D.: You think it's too dangerous. Bo: I know one thing -- you're not gonna have people shooting at you when you're rebuilding transmissions. Shawn D.: So, what are you telling me? Are you telling me that if you had to do it all over again -- Bo: This is about you, not me. Shawn D.: I know, dad. I grew up with you. I know the risks. Bo: Yeah, and you know the daily grind -- the paperwork, the long hours, the following leads that go nowhere, the really bad coffee. Shawn D.: Do you think I can't handle that? Bo: Did you hear me say that? No. Bottom line -- Shawn D.: Is I need a job to provide for my family. And in order to get that job, I need training. And I need it before -- Bo: You need it before Philip can take over as sole provider. Shawn D.: Fine. Whatever. I need a job, and I need a regular paycheck to be able to provide for Belle and Claire the one thing that I've always come up short on. Bo: What's that? Shawn D.: Security. Bo: Mm-hmm. Well, what happens to that security when you're gunned down in the line of duty? [SCENE_BREAK] Roman: All right, let me get this straight, E.J. You think Papa's still alive. E.J.: Roman, I have seen street theater more convincing than that pathetic charade you put on this evening. The whole thing was an act, from you wheeling my father down the corridor to Steve Johnson jumping out right on cue like a lunatic, wielding his knife. Roman: Steve Johnson's a friend of mine. He's facing life in prison or worse all because you DiMeras tortured him to the brink of insanity. E.J.: Hmm. I know the Steve that howls at the moon, Roman. I made him. Tonight was an act. Roman: You know what, E.J.? You got me, man. You've got me. Steve, Bo, me, doctors, nurses -- all an act. Hell, if you even look closer at that hospital, it was just a painted set. E.J.: Right. I don't know how you did it, but I'm sure, as sure as I'm standing here, that you and the rest of the Salem police department faked my father's death. Roman: Why would we do that, E.J.? E.J.: I'm not sure...not yet. But I'll find out. And so you know, I'm going to challenge the coroner's findings in court, unless of course you let me see my father's body right now, no tricks. [SCENE_BREAK] Kayla: I refuse to let our daughter for one minute believe that her father stabbed Stefano DiMera to death. Hasn't she been through enough in her life already? I'm sorry. What happened in the past is not your fault. Steve: You're right. She's been through enough, baby. I don't want to cause her any more heartache. You're right. Kayla: Good. I will tell her as soon as she gets back from Vegas. Steve: I'm glad that's gonna be the last run for her. I never liked that whole thing in the first place. [SCENE_BREAK] Rawlings: Leave your little lady alone with me and my girls, huh? Max: You son of a bitch. Let's go. Come on. Come on. Look, I want you to pull the rip cord when I give you the signal, okay? Stephanie: Okay! Max: Okay? Go! Stephanie: All right! Aah! [SCENE_BREAK] Belle: Philip, stay calm. Stay calm. April: I want you both out of here right now. Philip: I'm not going anywhere until I find my son. I want my son. [SCENE_BREAK] Bo: What does Belle think about you joining the academy? Shawn D.: I haven't told her yet. Bo: Because? Shawn D.: Because I want to make sure it's a done deal. I don't want her to have to worry about me being out of a job. Bo: You don't want Belle to w-- do you know what it's been like for your mom all these years, kissing me goodbye in the morning, not knowing if I'm coming home that night? Shawn D.: Yeah, dad, I know the drill. Bo: It's not a drill. There's nothing automatic about it. It's a heart full of fear, not knowing whether your husband's gonna come home at night to your kids. You really want to put Belle through that? Shawn D.: Look, dad, I know I've given Belle a lot of grief, but if I can just be half as good a cop as you, I could give back to the community, earn its respect and some for myself. And I won't be tearing my life apart waiting for the next time Philip shows me up. I'm tired of competing with a decorated war vet and a millionaire. I want something that I can own, something that I can be proud of, something that Belle and Claire will be proud of me, too. Bo: You are determined. Shawn D.: I lost Belle to Philip once. I'll be damned if I let it happen again. [SCENE_BREAK] Roman: Go to court if you want. Not gonna raise your daddy up from the dead. E.J.: On the contrary, actually, I think the judge will be very interested to know how you and your brother and the rest of the little boys and girls at the Salem Police Separtment faked my father's death. Roman: Get all the fancy lawyers you want. We did everything by the book. E.J.: Really? Roman: Really. E.J.: Well, look, if it isn't the man of the hour. We were just talking about you, Steven. Steve: Really? E.J.: Yeah, we were talking about that little act you were pulling, trying to persuade me and everybody else that my father was dead. Steve: Hmm... well, I guess I won't be invited to the funeral, huh? E.J.: There's not going to be a funeral, you see. Nobody to bury, nobody to mourn. Let me ask you something -- who put you up to this ridiculous little charade, eh, and why? [SCENE_BREAK] Max: Well, it's not home, but it'll have to do. Watch your step. Oh, I got you. Cave. It's kind of cold. How's your ankle? Is it any better? Stephanie: No. Max: We came in for a rough landing. Here. Right here. Stephanie: Got to hang tough, right? Max: Steph. Stephanie: Can't afFord to lose it now. Max: Steph, you don't have to be brave for me. Stephanie: I'm doing it for me. I'm trying to convince myself that this is one big adventure I can tell my kids about someday. Max: And you will, I promise you. Look, when day breaks, we'll try and figure out where we are, then we'll have to settle in for the night. Stephanie: Huh? Here? Max: Yeah. Stephanie: Are you crazy? Who knows what kind of creepy crawlers are in this place -- spiders, bats, bugs. Max: Snakes. Stephanie: Don't even. Max: I'm just saying, we're not the only ones who've stayed here. Stephanie: Who knows what happened to the former tenants? Max: Yeah, well, it's not like they were eaten by bears or something. We'll be fine. How's your ankle? Does it hurt bad? Stephanie: Not so much. Max: Well, it doesn't look broken, which is good. But you might hop around like a one-legged chicken for a couple of days. I think you'll be okay. Stephanie: My mom know you're practicing medicine without a license? Max: Eh, sue me. All right, better start a fire. Stephanie: What are you doing? Max: Well... it's dirty money anyway. Stephanie: Max, none of this is your fault. Max: I was a money man. All I could see for a while there were great big dollar signs. You know what I found out? The price was too high. The cost was more than I figured. I've never felt so alone, even when Frankie and I were living in the streets. Stephanie: You're not alone anymore. Max: No, I'm not. Max: Well... [French accent] Dinner is served. Stephanie: What's on the menu? Max: [Normal voice] Tonight's special -- pinecones. Stephanie: Are you kidding? I thought those were for the fire. Max: We can do that, too. Stephanie: Listen, I'm no nature girl. I don't do nuts and berries. Max: Just wait till you try it. It's not bad. Here. Try it. Stephanie: Ow! Max: Women are hopeless, man, I'm telling you. Stephanie: Men -- big babies. That really stung. Max: Here, let me see it. Let me see it. Better? Stephanie: Getting there. [SCENE_BREAK] [Baby crying] Philip: Damn it, Lauren, what have you done with my son? What have you done with my son? You tell me now or I swear to God. Belle: Oh! Oh, my God. Are you okay? Philip. [SCENE_BREAK] Max: I better stoke the fire. You done with dinner? Stephanie: Yeah, I'll just wait and see what's on the menu tomorrow for breakfast. Max: You better fuel up. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow. Stephanie: Yeah. I figure we can climb to a higher elevation, a bluff or a tree or something, and see if we can get a signal. Max: I can't believe you swiped that back! You're amazing! Stephanie: About time you noticed. Max: Even if we don't get a signal, we can rough it for a couple of days. We'll make out all right. Stephanie: I believe you. After everything that happened tonight, I swear, I don't think I'll ever doubt you again. Max: We better get some shuteye. Stephanie: Yeah. Max: Here, put your leg over here. Stephanie: [Groans] Max: You all right? Stephanie: Yeah. Max: All right, come here. Stephanie: That's good. Max: Oh, there it is. Okay. Stephanie: I always wanted silk sheets. Sorry that my chute got caught up in that tree. Max: No, it's fine. It'll help them find us. Stephanie: Max, you can't be too comfortable. Max: I'm fine. It's like a foam mattress. Stephanie: Why don't you just slide over here and crawl under the covers with me? [SCENE_BREAK] Are they taking him to the hospital? They should just dump him in the street. We got to get those locks changed. Who was that guy? April: If he comes so much as a block from this door, I'll have him arrested and charged with assault. Belle: Excuse me? Who just knocked who out? You know what? I would think twice about pressing charges if I were you. Philip: [Groans] Belle: Oh, my God. Hey. Philip, are you okay? Philip: No. Aah. Belle: Oh, God. Philip: What the hell did they hit me with? Belle: One of those club things that they carry. Philip: It felt to me like a Mack truck. Belle: Here, let me look. Ooh, yeah, you've got a bump the size of a golf ball, but you didn't break the skin. Come on. Let's get up. Come on. I got you. There you go. Okay. Philip: I sure handled that one well, huh? Belle: [Laughs] Yeah. I got a little fired up myself. Philip: So I noticed. We make one hell of a team. Belle: Uh, you should get checked out at the hospital as soon as we get back home. Philip: No way can I go back to Salem tonight. My pilot will take you back. But I'm not leaving until I have my son. [SCENE_BREAK] Bo: Sounds like you've thought this through. Shawn D.: Joining the academy would be a big boost in my life and Belle's. Bo: Sure I can't convince you to work at your local neighborhood Irish pub? Shawn D.: No, dad. I love working at the pub, and I hope that I'll always be able to help grandma and grandpa out, but I don't see it as my career. Bo: [Sighs] I guess I better see if I can score you a slot with the new recruits. Shawn D.: Thank you, dad. Bo: Yeah, don't thank me just -- Shawn D.: This means a lot to me. [Cellphone rings] Bo: Brady. Hey, Chelsea, slow down. Chelsea, I don't understand what you're saying. Tell me what happened. Okay, you sit tight. I'll be there as soon as I can. Shawn D.: Dad, what was that? Bo: Jett Carver was shot in Vegas tonight. Shawn D.: Is he gonna be okay? Bo: I don't know. All I know is he's alive, shot in the line of duty. This is your life, Shawn. You better get used to it. [SCENE_BREAK] E.J.: You're not going to answer me? Okay. Who put you up to this, Steven? Steve: Unzip my jacket, Kayla. Roman: Go ahead. Steve: Bring me the head of Stefano DiMera? I guess your old man's blood spatter will have to do. [SCENE_BREAK] Belle: You're staying? Philip: Yeah, I'll get a hotel room and make some calls, get the Tulsa PD into this, get someone to question Lauren. Hell, if a cop shows up, maybe Lauren will get scared and talk. Belle: Maybe. Philip: I just want to know that my son is safe and unharmed. Belle: I'm really sorry I let you down. Philip: Are you kidding? You were great. If it wasn't for you, I'd have torn this place apart and then moved on to Lauren. I'd be cooling my heels in a jail cell right now. So don't you dare think that you let me down. It's not possible. Uh...I'll call my pilot, tell him you're ready to fly back to Salem. Belle: Wh-- whoa. Whoa. Yeah, that's it. I'm staying. [SCENE_BREAK] Bo: I'm glad you stopped by and we had this little talk. I'll give you a call and let you know what's going on with Jett. Shawn D.: All right, fly safe. Bo: Thanks. [Cellphone rings] Shawn D.: Belle, you home? Belle: No, I'm still in Tulsa. Shawn D.: Did you find Lauren? Belle: Yeah, but she didn't have the baby with her, so Philip wants to look around some more, and I'm gonna stay and help. Shawn D.: Hello? We've got dinner plans, remember? Belle: I know, I know. But this trip has been really hard on Philip, and I just can't leave him here. You understand. Shawn D.: Yeah, I guess. Belle: Look, it's just one more day, okay? Give Claire bear kisses for Mommy. Bye. Roman: All right, take him to the cell. Come on. Roman: E.J., I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry Steve rubbed that in your face. But it's fact. Your old man's dead, and there's not a hell of a lot you can do about it now. [SCENE_BREAK] Stephanie: Come on, Max. Get over here and get under the covers with me. Even with the fire, it's still cold. Do you want to shiver over there all by yourself? Max: Okay, fine. All right. Thank you. Stephanie: Mm-hmm. Good night. Max: [Clears throat] Good night. [SCENE_BREAK] Lauren: I wouldn't tell you where my son is if you put a gun to my head. Philip: Damn it! Where is he?! [SCENE_BREAK] Nick: What do you want? Jeremy: How would you like to do me a favor, Nick my man? [SCENE_BREAK] Max: Are you suggesting that we, like, you and I -- Stephanie: I think you know [SCENE_BREAK] We don't read the guestbook very often, so please don't post QUESTIONS, only COMMENTS, if you want an answer. Feel free to email us with your questions by clicking on the Feedback link above! 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