Friday - 8/30
SALEM UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
Philip sat by Melanie’s bedside, holding her hand. He gently ran his thumb over the knuckles. After several minutes, he felt a twitch, then felt a squeeze on his hand.
PHILIP: Mel?
Melanie squeezed his hand again and took a deep breath.
PHILIP: Hang on.
Philip quickly got up, ran to the door and opened it.
PHILIP: I think she’s waking up!
He ran back to his chair and took Melanie’s hand again.
PHILIP (thinking): Come on, Mel. Come back to me.
SALEM JAIL
E.J. had been escorted to jail, and was now using his one phone call.
SIDE-BY-SIDE: DIMERA MANSION/SALEM JAIL
Megan was in her room when her phone rang.
MEGAN: Hello?
E.J.: Megan, it’s me.
MEGAN: Elvis. Well, this is a surprise. How’s England these days?
E.J.: As it happens, I’m not in England. I’m…I’m in prison.
MEGAN: Ah, so they finally caught you, did they?
E.J.: There’s no need to sound so smug!
MEGAN: I’m not being smug.
E.J.: Oh, come off it! We were on the same side and you screwed me over!
MEGAN: Did I? Funny, I don’t recall to that.
E.J.: I called you for help. Back when I first arrived in England, I called you, mistaking your number for André’s. You said you would pass on my message, and you didn’t!
MEGAN: Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Elvis. I did pass along the message. It’s not my fault that André chose to let you rot.
E.J.: As if! He would never willingly refuse to help me-
MEGAN: I’m sorry, have you met André?
E.J.: Well now, you are going to help me! I need a lawyer. Get me the best lawyer on the DiMera payroll.
MEGAN: I’ll see what I can do.
E.J.: I’m serious, Megan!
MEGAN: As am I, my dear brother. As am I.
Megan hung up.
SALEM JAIL
E.J. glared at the phone as he hung up. He was then escorted by guards to another room.
E.J.: Sorry, am I not going back to my cell?
GUARD: You have a visitor.
E.J.: What, already?
The guards brought E.J. to a room which was separated in half by glass. The guards sat E.J. down at a table on one side of the glass. Johnny was on the other side. On either side, there was a phone. E.J. and Johnny both picked up their phones.
JOHNNY: Well, well, well. Here we are.
E.J.: Johnny, my boy. It’s so good to see you.
JOHNNY: Is it, Father? Is it good to see me?
E.J.: Of course. Why on earth would you ask that? I’m always happy to see you.
JOHNNY: Oh, I can think of a time when you weren’t.
E.J. chuckled.
E.J.: What do you mean?
Johnny leaned forward.
JOHNNY: I know, Father.
E.J.: Know what?
JOHNNY: I know what happened. I remember you trying to brainwash Sydney, I remember trying to fight you to get off of her. I remember everything.
