Thursday - 10/24
BLACK PATCH
It was now the day after the funeral. The ISA team had returned to work, though they admittedly weren’t getting much done that morning. They were still discussing recent events.
JETT: Not to be morbid, but what’s gonna happen with all of Special Agent Black’s stuff? I mean his ISA stuff, obviously.
STEVE: Well, I imagine some will go back into the possession of the ISA, though some will likely be given to Marlena or his family.
JETT: Makes sense.
JOY: What’s gonna happen with Black Patch?
Steve looked at Joy.
STEVE: As I’m sure you know, Black Patch is a cover for the ISA. So, we’re gonna keep doing what we do. Fighting the good fight. It’s what John would’ve wanted.
SHANE: I’m glad to hear you say that.
Everyone turned as Shane entered the room. Steve stood up and shook hands with Shane.
STEVE: Guv’nor.
SHANE: Patch. Good morning, everyone.
All of the agents said some variation of “Good morning” to Shane.
SHANE: Lovely to see you all. I know yesterday was a very trying day, but you all did very well getting through it.
BILLIE: Your speech was lovely, both of you.
SHANE: Thank you. John was one hell of a man.
STEVE: That he was. So, what brings you by? Just come to check on us?
SHANE: Not entirely. Assistant Director von Dyne has gone back to HQ to keep an eye on things. I’ll be staying here for a period to help the team adjust. I know you and John were co-leaders at the time of his passing, Patch, and I’m sure you’re more than up to it, but I’d still like to be here to lend a hand where necessary.
STEVE: I appreciate it. Glad to have you back.
BRADY PUB
Kimberly and Kayla were having breakfast.
KAYLA: So, you’re staying?
KIMBERLY: For a while, anyway. Shane wants to help the team adjust, even though he knows they’re more than capable. But given how close John and Steve were, and how good John was as the team leader…
KAYLA: I understand.
KIMBERLY: Plus, I’m retired now, and I’ve missed my family.
KAYLA: We’ve missed you, too.
Kimberly and Kayla squeezed each other’s hands.
KIMBERLY: Speaking of which, how is Steve holding up?
Kayla sighed.
KAYLA: Oh, you know Steve. He likes to put on this tough guy act, but I can tell that he’s hurting. And it makes perfect sense. He and John were like brothers.
KIMBERLY: I know what you mean. John was like a brother to all of us. For a time, he was our brother.
KAYLA: Right. How are you doing, sis?
KIMBERLY: I’m alright. Glad to be back with my family again.
SALEM JAIL
E.J. laid on his cot. One the guards walked up to the door of his cell.
GUARD: Get up.
E.J. rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly got up.
GUARD: Hands behind your back.
Reluctantly, E.J. did as he was told. He walked up to the cell door and put his hands behind his back. A second guard opened the door and the first guard handcuffed E.J.
E.J.: What’s this all about? It’s not yard time yet, is it?
GUARD: Not quite. You’ve got a visitor, DiMera.
E.J. (under his breath): Lucky me.
The guards took E.J. to the visitors room that had a wall of glass and desks halfway down the middle. They sat E.J. down, uncuffed one hand, and attached the cuffs to the desk. E.J. picked up the phone to speak to the person on the other side of the glass.
E.J.: Mother?
SUSAN: Oh, my little Elvis!
DIMERA MANSION
Tony and Anna were having breakfast with Chad and Abby.
ABBY: I had no idea that you and John were thought to be brothers at one point.
TONY: Yes. During one of his many searches for his past, John uncovered information that he and I shared a mother. Another of Stefano’s ruses.
ANNA: And before that, he was your cousin.
CHAD: Was he?
TONY: Oh yes. My aunt and uncle, Philomena and Leopold Alamain, adopted John when he was a young child. That is why Marlena referred to John as Forrest Alamain when she was listing his various presumed names during her eulogy.
ABBY: So, John’s been both a DiMera and an Alamain.
TONY: Indeed. I’m grateful for the time we did get to know each other, I only wish that we had had more.
Anna put a hand on Tony’s.
SALEM P.D.
Bo knocked on Hope’s office door, which was open. She looked up from her laptop.
HOPE: Hey, come on in. I’m just finishing up this email, but then I’ll be right with you.
Bo nodded, shut the door behind him and took a seat across the desk from Hope. After a moment, Hope stopped typing and closed her laptop.
HOPE: There we go. Done. Now, how are you holding up?
BO: Oh, about as well as can be expected. Like I said, it’s like losing a brother.
HOPE: I’m sure.
BO: What about you? I know you and John had a special relationship, too.
HOPE: That we did. It was hard not to. John made all of his relationships feel special.
BO: You’ve got that right.
HOPE: So, what’s on your mind, Brady? Did you just come to talk about John, or…
BO: Sort of, but not exactly. It’s complicated.
HOPE: What’s going on?
BO: A week or so ago, actually it was the day before he died, John and I had dinner together. He brought up something to me, something I’ve been thinking about ever since.
HOPE: And what’s that?
BO: Well, apparently you guys are losing your current ISA liaison.
HOPE: Billie is going ISA full time, that’s correct.
BO: That’s what John told me. He asked, or rather Shane asked and John was asking on his behalf, if I would consider becoming the new police liaison with the ISA.
HOPE: I see. And what do you think about that?
