* *
"Kristen DiMera to be remanded to Statesville Prison.
"Following an international manhunt,
"fugitive Kristen DiMera was finally apprehended
"while trying to aid an escaped former SEAL.
Police Detective Lonnie Grant..."
Mm. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Oh. "The world can breathe a sigh of relief knowing
that the dangerous Miss DiMera is back in the hands of authorities."
* *
They say there's nothing like bad press.
Anything interesting in there?
Mm.
Just some news from back home.
Uh-huh. I like it. Fellow American.
I'm Phil.
* *
Hello, Phil.
* *
Okay, okay. Uh, I didn't catch your name.
I didn't throw it.
Okay. How about this?
I'll go on a limb here.
Buy you another glass, then you'll... maybe you'll open up.
* *
Sure.
Why not?
* *
So, what brings you to Monte Carlo?
My oh, so mysterious lady in red.
Business.
Business? Oh, nice, me too.
Uh, I'm a professional gambler.
Kind of a big thing in the... the poker world.
Interesting.
Yeah.
And, uh, what line of work are you in?
Human resources.
Really? What company?
It's very small. I doubt you would've heard of it.
Try me.
Phil... I don't wanna talk about me.
I wanna talk about you.
Okay. They all do.
What would you like to know?
Well, you say you're a gambler It's very exciting.
Have you had any luck at the tables this week?
Uh... Well, actually... shh.
Don't tell anyone, but...
I was in a huge private poker game last night,
and I, uh... [chuckles]
I won a very, very valuable artifact.
* *
Fascinating.
Yeah.
* *
You know what? I think we need another bottle.
* *
Oh. I've got a better idea.
What if you take me up to your room for a nightcap?
* *
Check, please!
* *
So, you're a scotch man, huh?
Meh, I like to splurge when I make a score.
And I made a score, so...
here's to a night neither one of us will ever forget.
Mm. You got that right.
[gasps]
Do you have protection?
[chuckles]
- Guilty as charged. - Uh-huh.
* *
So why don't you get undressed, come join me?
* *
What? [groans]
What the hell is this?
Who are you?
Name is Banks...
* *
Thomas Banks.
* *
[screams]
* *
Thanks for the nightcap... Phil.
* *
[theme song playing]
MAN: Like sands through the hourglass...
WOMAN: So are the days of our lives...
* *
So, you gonna invite me in?
Yeah. Yeah, right. Come on in.
Uh, I'm sorry, I was just expecting, uh...
Shane Donovan, not his son.
Right. A-Andrew, was it?
Yes, and you're Paul Narita, John Black's son.
Oh, so your father sent you to deal with this?
Yeah, he would've been here himself,
but he's tied up with another case.
Another case?
Is that a problem?
Well, I was just wondering what could be more important
than one of his best friends being abducted.
How about two of his best friends being abducted?
* *
[thunder rolling]
Megan Hathaway.
I'm flattered that you know who I am.
I left town before either of you arrived.
By "left" you mean murdered...
by Larry Welch and the reserves.
You know, my father always said that the pawn
is a master of intelligence, and yet you must be mistaken.
How could I have been murdered if I am standing here
in front of you and your one-eyed friend?
Let me guess.
Dr. Rolf managed to bring you back from the dead.
There'll be plenty of time for us to discuss
how it is that I'm still walking amongst the living.
Let's just say... I'm every bit the Phoenix that my father was.
- Lucky us. - Okay.
So you don't wanna talk about your unholy resurrection, I get that.
But maybe you can answer me this.
Who the hell was that Robo-prick that kidnapped us?
That son of a bitch better not be going after our families.
Don't worry, Patch.
Our friend is not concerned with your sweet Kayla at the moment.
He has another woman on his mind.
* *
Mom?
Ah?
Oh, I'm sorry. I di--I didn't know...
I didn't know you had company.
I--my Gosh... Where are my manners?
That... is my daughter, um, Ciara.
Please, come in.
And her husband, Ben.
- Hey. - Ben, Ciara, this is--
Commander Harris Michaels.
- Commander? - Please, call me Harris.
Commander of what?
Oh, he's Navy.
No kidding.
Yeah, I'm with the SEALs.
Actually, that's, uh... That's how your Mom and I met.
I was stationed at the US naval base in Crete.
And I was island hopping around Greece,
touring archeological sites.
BEN: Oh. - And no, not me, but I... loved it, actually.
Anyway, one night I was having dinner at a little tavern, and this guy walked in.
Well, I was off-duty and couldn't believe my luck
when I spotted your beautiful mother dancing on a table with a bottle of Ouzo.
- No, I wasn't. - Okay, you were sitting at a bar, but an hour later
you were definitely smashing a lot of--
- Yes, that I was doing... That is true.
Until you asked me to go for a walk on the beach.
And we've been seeing each other ever since.
Really?
Yeah. You know, between deployments.
Ciara, I--I gotta say, your mom's told me so much
about you and--and your brother Sean,
and his wife, and the rest of the family.
Doug, Julie, Eli, Claire...
Mm. Yeah, that's interesting, because, uh...
up until this moment, we haven't heard a single word about you.
* *
That's it, little one. You give him hell.
Language, Beauregard!
I'm sorry, Angela, I-- th--this doucheba--
This a--[grunts]
This character is making the moves on my wife.,
and I don't believe his intentions are honorable,
so how the h... halitosis do I stop it?
* *
We've been over this before, Beauregard.
Hope is not your wife anymore.
You two weren't even married when you made the transition to the other side.
Thanks, Angela, for the reminder.
No, my point is,
Hope Williams Brady moved on a long time ago.
And again... Ouch.
My point is... in my heart she has always been my wife,
so it's a little bit difficult to stand here and watch
this character take her for a ride.
You don't know he's going to do that.
Anyway, you wouldn't even know he existed if you hadn't hotwired the live stream.
No. No, I knew something was going on.
- My gut told me that Captain Cold there has an agenda. - Oh, your gut?
Yeah, and if you just let me watch a little bit longer, you'll see I'm right.
Oh, well, it's against my better judgment, but fine.
- Thank you. - Knock yourself out.
* *
So, uh, you and Commander Michaels...
Uh, Harris, please.
Right. You and Harris have been seeing each other for over a year,
and we are just now hearing about this.
Honey, I was gonna tell you all about him, just as the doorbell rang.
Yeah, what about when we were talking last night?
- Or last year or--? HOPE: Ciara, I--
So, Harris, where are you from?
- I'm from Salem. - You're from Salem?
Yes, small world, huh?
Turns out he went to Salem High.
- Go Panthers! - Go Panthers!
Ooh, so that means you and Mom must know a lot of the same people then, huh?
Some.
What?
- Okay, I--I'm just-- - Yeah.
Yeah. He briefly dated Eve.
BOTH: Eve?
Donovan?
- Yeah. - Y-yeah.
I'm afraid I wasn't too kind to her back in high school.
- [clears throat] - That's okay.
I... honestly would not feel too bad about that.
She's not so kind herself.
Yeah, I just... I still feel bad for the way I treated her back then.
Hey, you're one of the good guys.
* *
Trust me, he is...
one of the good guys.
* *
You're telling me that that maniac kidnapped my dad, and Steve Johnson?
We're still not sure the two abductions are related.
Of course they're related. This can't be a coincidence.
We're looking into it.
Okay. I'm--I'm sorry, I'm just...
just really freaked out right now.
I understand. But trust me,
I'm gonna do everything that I can to bring
John and Steve home to the people who love them.
Let's get to work.
* *
So, uh, what's--what's the plan?
First of all, I'm gonna access the surveillance cameras in your neighborhood,
see if we can track this Michaels guy,
figure out what he was doing before he kidnapped your dad.
* *
So where the hell are we anyway?
Can you at least tell us that?
Well, in short, you're at your destination getaway.
Did my associate not give you any details?
You know damn well we were both unconscious when we were brought in here.
Ah. Of course.
Well, my friends, you are all expenses paid guests
of the DiMera family compound in Caracas, Venezuela.
Wow!
You had our asses shipped all the way to South America.
So is this where you've been hiding these past few decades?
Ha, as smart as he is sexy.
I can see why Beau's sweet sister is so enamored with you.
If you so much as touch one hair on her head, or my kids'--
Relax, cowboy.
Your family is fine...
as far as I know.
* *
That's him. That's--that's Michaels!
That's the guy that took my dad.
Okay, then let's, uh...
work backwards, retrace his steps.
And there he is, coming into your apartment building...
He's coming from the west, it looks like, so we will switch to that camera.
Well, okay. He's coming around the corner.
Got him. Okay, it looks like he's coming out of a--
Hey, is that a gym?
Ah. Good place as any to start.
* *
Local police worked this place over last night, so did the ISA.
Maybe they missed something.
If they did, my uncle Shane's gonna have their head on a pike.
* *
Wait, where do we even start?
* *
Did you hear that?
Someone's in here.
* *
I know.
I bet Harris could teach Ben those knots in no time.
He's an expert.
Damn it, Mom, what the hell?
- What? - Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you tell me that you were seeing someone?
What? Honey, it's complicated. I...
- Mom. - Just want to make sure that--
Well, you guys are very lucky.
You got a keeper there, that's for sure.
Is everything okay in Babyland?
All good.
Just, uh, I think it's awesome that you named your son
after his grandfather.
Sounds like Beau was a great guy.
* *
He was the best.
* *
So I've heard. [sighs]
Uh, look, Ciara, I--I know my relationship with your...
Your Mom is... taking you by surprise, obviously,
but I want you to know that I have nothing but the best intentions towards her,
and the upmost respect for your father.
And I just pray that I can live up to the impeccable standard that he set.
* *
See? He's not so bad.
Don't tell me you're buying this bull.
Well, it's not whether or not I'm buying it.
Your former wife thinks Mr. Harris Michaels is a great guy.
Yeah. That's what worries me.
* *
Now, are we sure this is the building Michaels came out of?
Ah, you saw it on the video.
This is the last place he visited before he came to your place.
* *
Hello.
Hey, guys, how you doing? How--how can I help you?
A friend of ours recommended we try this place.
- A friend? - Yeah, he's a cop, about 5'11", light hair, blue eyes.
- Officer Michaels. - Yeah, he's been coming in like clockwork last couple of weeks,
but... not interested in membership.
He just keeps buying guest passes.
Not the friendliest dude.
But he's not here now, is he?
No, no, he's not, but he's regimented.
He comes in pretty much every day around this time,
gets a good pump on, and he's, uh, pretty jacked.
- Yeah. Yeah, I know. - Yeah.
I'm Chris. Chris Kositchek. My wife's Savannah, and I have...
owned this establishment close to 40 years.
Ah, well, you wouldn't mind if we got a couple of those guest passes ourselves, would you?
Sure. Hey, hey, hey.
Don't worry about it. It's on the house.
- Thank you very much. - All right.
And, uh, check the hot tub. People say it is to die for.
* *
I swear to God. If you have done anything to hurt my wife or kids
I'm gonna make you wish Larry Welch had fried your ass in that hot tub back in the 80s.
That goes triple for me!
Oh, such bravado...
by two restrained senior citizen super spies.
But I like it.
Oh, and for the record, that idiot Larry Welch,
he thought he had killed me before he dumped my body
in the hot tub at the Body Connection...
[scoffs] pity too...
that electrifying soak was meant for my nemesis, Hope Williams.
* *
Hmm. Murder by hot tub.
What a concept.
* *
So how is this exactly supposed to help us save my dad?
No, you heard Chris. He said Michaels likes to come in here
around the same time every day, works out, does the hot tub.
So he's just gonna what?
Come in for a quick soak, after a couple of kidnappings?
Look, this is the only lead we have right now.
Can't you just try and trust me?
[scoffs] Now, are we just gonna sit here and marinade?
Well, it's better than standing around looking suspicious.
Maybe we'll meet someone who knows Michaels.
Or, better yet, is working with him.
If you say so.
* *
Someone went through all our stuff.
Yeah, and whoever it is seems to be gone.
- How the hell--? - Hey!
- [screams] - Where do you think you're going, buddy?
[grunts]
I'm not your buddy, buddy!
[screams]
[struggle]
No, no, no. I don't think so.
[grunting]
- Put me down! - Not 'til you tell us what you're doing at our apartment.
[sighs] Fine! Let me go first.
You're not gonna run again, are you?
No!
I promise.
[pants]
- Are you all right, Tripp? - Yeah, I'll live.
Okay, now, I let you go. Tell us who you are.
Look, I'm none of your business.
Well, you know what, you can tell that to the police.
Or better yet, the ISA.
Wait!
* *
My name is Wendy. Wendy Shin.
You know what? I'd say, "Nice to meet you,"
but since you just kneed me in the family jewels,
I'll just ask you again, what are you doing in our apartment, Wendy Shin?
And what do you know about our father's disappearance?
* *
Okay, so Larry murdered you and then he electrocuted you.
You know, I'm used to DiMeras having nine lives,
but you seem to be particularly resilient.
How the hell did you survive all that?
Oh. Simple, really.
Father had me placed in a cryogenic state
until such time as he could find a cure for my injuries.
Very simple. Like defrosting a chicken.
Oh, come now. You two have both done the Lazarus dance.
And you know... anything is possible when you're dealing with Stefano DiMera.
Hey... Tell me about it.
Didn't he live inside of you for a while, Steve?
- Would you shut up? - [chuckles]
The point is I'm here, you two are here.
We're the lucky ones.
I can think of a couple others...
who might not be so lucky.
- What others? - What are you talking about?
Oh, nothing.
I just have a feeling that history is about to repeat itself.
* *
So, your father flew in to help you celebrate Pride.
Mm.
That is amazing.
He's just so cool that way.
Well, it makes a difference to have parents who are allies.
Big difference.
Oh, wait. Are you--?
Gay? I am.
That's great.
I--I mean, I mean, that's--that's great that you're an ISA agent.
How did your parents take it when you came out?
Oh, they were pretty incredible too.
Nothing but supportive.
And after what my sisters put them through,
I think having a gay son was not sweat for Shane and Kimberly Donovan.
Oh, your sister Theresa and I, uh...
Yeah, we flirted a little bit when I first came to Salem.
- Yeah. - Well, how did that go?
It didn't. I was a closeted baseball player. Ah.
That must've been tough.
I mean, it was before I came out, so yeah, it was...
was, uh...
I mean, there was--there was a lot of guilt, confusion.
But then finally my dad, having him love and support me...
I mean... Yeah, that meant everything.
I get that.
Even now, like...
I mean, if it was more like a ransom note or a demand note,
or something, but what does this psycho want with my dad and Steve?
* *
Don't worry, Paul. We will find them.
* *
I do, uh, I do feel awful showing up unannounced and...
interrupting your big reunion,
but it looks like you guys didn't even get a change to finish breakfast.
That's okay. Don't worry about it.
I'll tell you what. Why don't I make everybody something special for lunch?
You can cook?
Mm... nothing fancy, but in my line of work you have to be self-sufficient.
Oh, my Gosh, that is so not true. You are being modest.
You're an absolute killer in the kitchen.
- Lucky, lucky lady. - I am.
So, I'm gonna go to the seafood market, get some fresh shrimp and crab legs.
- How does that sound? - Good.
That sounds divine. Absolutely divine.
* *
Remind me to talk to Julia Child
about adding crab legs and shrimp to the afternoon buffet.
Seriously? That's what you have from watching that?
What? I mean, it sounds delicious.
Oh, and wasn't it thoughtful of Mr. Michaels?
He's gonna be cooking lunch for Hope and the kids.
There's something fishy with this guy, and I'm not talking about lunch.
* *
Hey, it's me.
Just call me back as soon as you get this message.
Hope's kid showed up with her husband, baby on board,
and she's asking a lot of questions.
But don't worry. I'm not gonna let her or anyone get in the way
of what we have planned for Hope Brady.
* *
Told you that guy was a disgusting piece of trash.
- Language, Beau, language. - No!
Did you see it? Hope is in trouble.
You gotta let me go help her.
* *
If I was down there with that son of a--
Settle down! You don't know that your family, the ones you love are in peril.
Are you kidding me? You just heard that two-face creep on the phone.
There can be a number of explanations.
Expla--? The hell with explanations.
You gotta let me go back.
- Go back? - Yeah.
To warn Hope and Ciara about this guy.
- No, that is impossible. - Why?
You know why.
When you went back before, you broke the rules!
I'm not gonna raise anyone from the dead.
I'm trying to keep my family from ending up that way.
Look, I don't know anything about your father's disappearance.
I'm just doing this to make a name for myself at DiMera.
- Wait, wait, you said your name is Wendy Shin. - So?
Are you related to the Shins that are part of DiMera Enterprises in Salem?
- I am. - What, you're involved with the DiMeras?
They've been targeting my family since before I was born.
- Is that why you're here? - No.
- Yeah, but you are connected to them.
My father's Chairman of the DiMera Board.
- Okay? My brother Li has been filling his seat lately. - And you?
Well, I am just a lowly IT grunt for DiMera's Pharmaceutical Division
in Fairbanks, Alaska.
I don't get it. Why are you a lowly grunt if your dad's Chairman of the Board?
And more importantly, why is an entry-level DiMera employee
from Alaska sneaking around a crime scene in Seattle?
* *
[sighs]
* *
I'm...
looking for this man.
* *
- It's the pizza delivery guy. - What?
That guy kidnapped our dad and almost killed our sister.
* *
We're tired of playing in your little game here, Meg.
So if you could just tell us why you're holding us or just piss off?
Oh, look, boys.
- We have a guest. - Hey, Boss.
- Thomas Banks? - Susan's brother.
How the hell does he fit in all this?
A girl can always use a good hitman.
I just happen to have several on my payroll.
* *
[grunting]
- Let me go! - What the hell is wrong?
I clocked this guy from the moment we walked in.
He was trying to electrocute us?
Come on. Who are you working for?
[grunting]
What'd you do that for?
He was trying to get away.
[sighs] So much for interrogating him now.
Have you got it?
* *
What's the problem?
I held up my end of the bargaining.
Now it's your turn.
Of course.
* *
Money's been transferred to your offshore account,
via Bitcoin, as requested.
* *
Oh.
You want me to find the other two?
That won't be necessary.
I will have another job for you though, shortly.
I'll let you know.
Always a pleasure.
Is it just me, or does that dude give you the creeps?
Not just you, partner.
* *
Speaking of creepy...
* *
Ah, it's exquisite.
- Looks like-- - A prism.
One of three developed by Larry Welch's father, Victor Chorvat.
Yeah? Okay, what's it to you?
When the three are combined, these prisms will reveal
hidden technology that could potentially cure
all manner of medical maladies.
I remember hearing about those.
Back in the day, Stefano felt that it could cure his brain tumor.
Father thought that they were the key to eternal life.
You know, I'm not sure you got the memo, Meg...
but Stefano is dead-io, for real this time,
so you can have a whole damn warehouse full of prisms
you ain't gonna bring that bastard back.
Well, I guess we'll see about that, won't we?
* *
So you seriously think that you're gonna bring back
your dear old dead daddy with a couple of chunks of glass?
You mentioned cryogenics before.
You got Stefano on ice or something?
There's no need for you to worry about any of that.
All will be revealed in due time.
I need you to focus on the job at hand,
which is heading to Hong Kong to retrieve the next prism.
Father would love that I'm getting you to do his dirty work,
and what better way to tarnish your sterling reputation?
You are insane, 'cause there's no way in hell we're ever gonna help you.
Not under the current circumstances, perhaps.
But when I get through with you,
you're not gonna have a choice.
* *
Why are you looking for the guy that kidnapped our dad?
I told you, I don't know anything about a kidnapping.
I just came across his name and picture when I was hacking into my brother's files.
- I need to find him. - Why?
- He might have something I need. - Which is?
- You wouldn't understand if I told you. - Yeah, well, but try us.
It's the only way we're letting you out of here without calling the police.
[sighs] All right. Fine.
I was hoping he could lead me to one of the missing prisms
my brother Li has been searching for.
- Prisms? - Uh... what's a prism?
Objects that refract and harness light energy.
Some people think they almost have mystical powers.
Ugh! Nothing mystical about it. It's science.
And in the right hands, these prisms can revolutionize medicine.
What's your brother planning on doing with them if he finds them?
Our first step is to unveil one of them at the big investor's gala tomorrow in Hong Kong.
So you just have one of them.
And he's desperate to find the other two.
He seems to think this Harris Michael's guy is too.
I figured it I could track down Michaels,
he could lead me to the other prisms.
Then I crash the gala and prove to my dad that I'm every bit as capable as my brother.
Oh, so you're doing all of this because your brother's running DiMera and you're--
exiled to the IT department in Alaska.
Now, you're cis white men, so you wouldn't understand.
Actually, I kind of do.
You're not a cis white man?
No, I am, I just meant I have some pretty overachieving siblings myself.
Not an easy shadow to get out from under.
Then you get why I need to find those prisms.
No, what I get is that this is all connected.
Prisms, Michaels, our dad's disappearance.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking, you know, how long is the flight to Hong Kong.
Well, what are you talking about?
I can't show up at that party empty-handed.
Wendy, please, we need to find this guy,
and if he thinks your brother has a prism,
there's a really good chance he shows up at that gala.
It's a matter of life and death.
* *
[sighs]
You're lucky you're cute.
- Thanks. - No.
She was talking to me, pal.
* *
Guys, I'm really sorry about that.
Obviously, that was not our regular maintenance guy,
so when I told you to check out the hot tub--
Hey, it's okay, man. I mean, you didn't know you were putting us in danger.
Yeah.
I wish you told me you were ISA right off the bat.
I would have... been happy to help.
Well, you're helping us now.
We got this off of your friend back there.
He said it was from one of the lockers, right?
Yeah. 124.
- Thanks. - Okay, listen.
I'm gonna talk with my security team,
and see if they need any help keeping an eye on your would-be killer.
It's much appreciated. Thank you.
Okay, if you need anything else, just ask, okay?
We'll do.
Okay.
* *
[gasps]
This is Michael's locker.
* *
What else is in there?
"Harris Michaels and guest."
Well. It seems Officer Michael's has a first name.
Yeah.
Hey. And a plus one.
* *
Two tickets to the DiMera Enterprises Annual Gala.
In Hong Kong. Tomorrow.
Ah. How are you on frequent flyer miles?
* *
Mm.
Mm. I gotta say, Harris, Hope was right.
This was an excellent lunch.
- I'm glad you liked it. - Mm.
Ciara?
Yeah, it was really good.
Well, I hope you saved room for dessert.
I think I know what it is.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
Ciara, a little birdie told me that you love tiramisu.
Yeah. Mm, but I feel really stuffed right now, honestly.
Ah. Okay. We'll save you some for leftovers.
- [clears throat] - We got a big day ahead of us.
That guy's so freaking phony.
"A little birdie told me you love tiramisu."
A little birdie. Give me a break.
What is he, 90?
And who doesn't love tiramisu?
Come on. Let's just keep watching, shall we?
* *
- Ciara? - Yes.
Why don't you and I take a walk around the docks?
- Oh. - Try to work off some of this lunch.
Beau's sleeping still.
oh, we're happy to stay here and watch him.
- Oh. - Yeah, and I would... I'd really love some fresh air.
But before you head out, you might wanna grab something a little warmer.
It's chilly by the docks, honey.
- Oh, my God. - Whoa. - What?
What is it?
* *
Uh, oh, my God. Harris.
[stammers]
What are you doing?
No. No! This is not happening.
I--I know we haven't been together for--for all that long,
but at this point in my life, I just don't believe in waiting around,
because when you know, you know.
And from the moment that I saw you in Greece...
I knew that you were the only one for me.
Hope Williams Brady,
will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
* *
Yes.
Yes. I'll marry you.
* *
Oh, hell, no.
You son of a bitch.
- Language. - Angela, uh, you...
You just saw what happened. You gotta let me go back.
I have told you, it is impossible.
* *
[sighs]
* *
Okay, all right.
Then I gotta talk to the Big Man himself.
* *