Chapter 17
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER'S OFFICE AT NBC STUDIOS – BURBANK, CALIFORNIA
Jack put his hand on J.J.'s shoulder, as did Michelle on Theresa's.
JACK: Put the gun down, J.J.
J.J.: Come on, Jack. You know this dude is gonna kill us the second I put this gun down.
MICHELLE: This isn't the answer. We'd all like to get rid of Dorkay, but not like this.
THERESA: Why not?
JACK: This isn't you. This isn't either of you.
MICHELLE: There are other ways to change things. But, Dorkay's right. If you kill him, you'll be killing yourselves.
J.J. sighed and put the gun down.
J.J.: They've got a point.
Reluctantly, Theresa put the gun down.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from
Kpatch): Wow, that was anti-climactic.
PHILIP: Would you rather be dead instead?
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Okay, okay. Good point.
Tony's phone buzzed. He picked it up and answered.
TONY: Hello?
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TONY: Hey, Bri. What's up?
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TONY: Oh, yeah. I'm here with a whole bunch of them. Seven, to be precise. Plus Jack and Michelle.
Pause.
TONY: Yeah, we made it to NBC. We're here with the executive producer of Days of Our Lives, Dick Dorkay.
Pause.
TONY: Okay.
Tony took the phone from his ear and pushed a button.
TONY: You're on speaker now.
BRI (over phone): Dorkay, are you listening?
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): I'm here.
BRI (over phone): I've been watching Days for a long time. So have Jack, Tony and Michelle, and thousands of other people all over the world. And, I gotta tell you, we're very unhappy with the decision to cancel Days.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): And?
BRI: And, we know that you can fix this. You need to. You can't cancel Days. I don't care what it takes, just keep Days on the air. Otherwise, you'll have several thousand angry fans to deal with.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): So?
BRI: You don't want to see us when we're angry. Oh, and I have someone who wants to talk to you.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Who?
BRI: Oh, you know who. Tony, hand Dorkay the phone and take it off speaker.
Tony did so.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Hello? Oh, it's you. Molly...
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DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Molly, I was just...
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DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): It's about the...
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DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): But what about...
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DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): But, but, but...
Pause. Dorkay sighed.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Okay, okay, okay.
Pause.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Yes, I'll see you soon.
Pause.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): Bye.
Dorkay hung up and handed the phone back to Tony.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): So, as you can tell, that was Molly. She had a few sharp words for me. And, we've come to an understanding.
J.J. flickered.
J.J.: Wha-what the heck?
He flickered again. Literally. His body was fading in and out.
JACK: J.J.?
JAY: Okay, what the hell is happening?
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): I don't know. I've never seen anything like this before.
MARLENA: What are you doing to him? You're the creator, you must be doing something.
DICK DORKAY (borrowed, with permission, from kpatch): I'm telling you the truth! I'm not doing anything!
J.J.: Well, whatever it is, it feels weird. Almost like I'm...
J.J. vanished completely.
Dick Dorkay is borrowed with permission from kpatch.