Days of Our Lives Survivor

Friday, August 10, 2001

[A voice sounds from the door of the ISA room...] Guv'ner?

Bo? [Very surprised to hear his voice...] is that you old chum?

Bo: It's me all right. Long time no see Capt. Donovan.

What the hell are you doing here?

Bo: Uh, you kind of told me to come here...

I did? When was that? [It's clear that Shane is overwhelmed with the number of cases he's trying to solve simultaneously. He obviously doesn't remember summoning Bo to the island.]

Bo: On the phone...you told me to talk to John...did you forget that he was still here on the island?

[Realizing what happened...] I'm afraid I did. Things are absurd around here Bo. I think I'm going out of my bloody mind.

[They sit down and chat, with Shane trying to give Bo the brief version of everything that's happened on the island. At least 30 minutes pass.]

So, do you think you're willing to take this on with me? I can use the help of someone with your experience. It's not like Roman's any use on a case like this.

Bo: There really isn't anything to do at home. I haven't worked at the Salem PD in months. I never saw my sons when I was home anyway. So, sure, why not be here instead.

Well...I don't know that you can really stay here. You see, we're in this big game and we're kind of stuck here, with no help from the outside.

Bo: Actually as I arrived on the island I encountered that chick in charge of things...I think they called her the Big Bad Ass...well, she seemed a bit POed about my being here, but then sort of threw up her hands and basically gave me permission to stay. Does this gadget room of yours sleep two?

I've got plenty of room. But don't you want to be with your wife?

Bo: [Not really wanting to answer] I think I'd just like to pull up a floor here if you don't mind.

Be my guest. Now let's get down to business...

confessed by Shane Donovan at 12:10 AM

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[Purses her lips as she looks at Laura.] So that's all the thanks I get?

Laura: [Irritably.] Thanks for what? A couple of glasses of bubbly and a piece of cheese? Weeks on this island being isolated one by one from all the people I know and care about? What exactly do you want from me, Grace?

Bob: [Blinking.] Ummm.... would someone tell me what the heck is going on here?

[Stares at Laura for a long moment as the group falls silent.] Fine, if you want to be like that. [She shrugs as she turns back to the door.]

Laura: [Gives a labored sigh.] And what is that supposed to mean?

[Pauses, her hand on the levered edge of the door.] Whatever. Do whatever you want, Laura. [She forces the door open and leans inside.] Sam. Samantha!?

Laura: [Catches Grace's arm.] Wait a minute.

[Turns angry golden eyes back on Laura.] You're not the only one that's tired. I'm sick of this damn island and I'm sick of everyone on it. You can all go to hell as far as I'm concerned. [Frustrated.] Goddamn it. Where the hell did that stupid twit go? [She starts down the steep flight of steps.] Samantha. Damn you, now is not the time to play games. If you want me to leave you down here, I will...

Bob: [Looks at Laura, utterly confused.] You mean she's not Marlena?

Laura: [Rolls her eyes.] Well done, Einstein. [Crosses her arms and leans against the rock.] I'm not feeling guilty you know. I refuse to play that game.

[Grace feels her way down the steps until she comes to the beginning of a long corridor carved into the rock under the island. Everything about it screams Stefano and she swears to herself that when she finds him again she will wring his pudgy neck for not telling her about this. Finally, at the end of the corridor, she comes to an open door. Stopping inside she finds herself in a small bedroom. Sam stands in front of her, stunned by the scene in front of them. John is chained to a four-poster bed, his eyes glazed over and his skin pale. Isabella stands next to him with a syringe.] What the hell...?

Sam: Well, I guess we know where John disappeared to...

[Glares at Isabella.] You skank. What the hell do you think you're doing with my husband?

Isabella: [Laughs maniacally.] He's mine Marlena. He's allllll mine.

[Rolls her eyes.] Keep dreaming, you frizzy-haired freak 'o nature.

John: [His voice hoarse and dry, his eyes unseeing.] Doc?

Isabella: [Cackling like a chicken on crack.] And you're going to stop me?

[Sighs.] Something like that. [She's suddenly in front of Isabella and she bashes the Ickster's head against one of the posts on the bed. Isabella crumples to the floor in a heap.] Good riddance. [She turns to Sam.] Satisfied sister dearest.....?