[soft music]
* *
announcer: Like sands through the hourglass,
so are the "Days of Our Lives."
[dramatic music]
* *
[upbeat music]
* *
- The ring. Now.
- What the hell's going on?
- I know exactly what's going on
because something very similar happened
to a good friend of mine at a restaurant in Beverly Hills.
Creeps just waltzed over to the table
and robbed them blind.
But you thieves,
no way you're gonna take this ring.
- Lady. - It's a gift from a personal,
close friend of mine, Michelle.
She's married to a very important person,
and she's--she's-- she's a force in her own right.
- Lady! - No. No way, no way.
You--you're not-- you're not gonna--
I'm just not gonna hand over this ring
to two two-bit hoodlums.
- Lady, I am no two-bit hoodlum.
I'm a highly trained mercenary.
And if you don't turn over that ring right now,
I'ma blow your freakin' head off.
- Tried telling you, lady.
He has real issues with empowered women.
- Now!
[people gasp]
[suspenseful music]
* *
- [gasps]
Marlena, John.
- Hello, Anna, Tony.
- Well, fancy seeing you here.
- Yes, and it is fancy, isn't it?
Everyone all dressed up
and speaking all those foreign languages.
- You know, as many times as we've been in Europe,
Anna is always surprised
that people actually speak their own language.
- [chuckles]
Did you know Switzerland actually has three of its own?
I mean, I told Carrie if I lived here,
I would get so mixed up.
I have a hard enough time with English.
- So you've-- you've seen Carrie?
- Mm. - She and Austin
are the main reason we're here.
- We're going to try and see them tomorrow.
- Oh, they'd be thrilled.
But, you know, John, I never pictured you
as the auction house kind of guy.
- Well, I thought that
maybe I could find Doc a little something
within my price range.
- [laughs]
Honey, bidding in this place is like buying a yacht.
If you have a price range, you can't afford it.
- Ah. [laughter]
- So, Anna, are you here to bid on something in particular
or just browsing?
- Oh, look here.
Have you ever seen a more beautiful necklace?
* *
- Wow.
John, will you look at that sapphire?
- Yeah, it's incredible. - Mm.
- Anna, can I, uh-- can I talk to you for a second?
* *
- Oh, my God.
- Sonny, you don't seem happy to see me.
- Is anyone ever happy to see you?
- And who is this hunk of heaven?
- I'm Chad.
- Well...
if you're cheating on Will, it's deplorable.
But so understandable.
Come in, come in. I'll order room service.
This calls for some bubbly. - Don't.
- Sonny, you know I adore Will.
But you have traded up.
- Leo, I'm serious. - Hi, darling, it's Leo again.
Please send up a bottle of your finest champagne.
- Hey, knock it off, okay? This isn't a joke!
- All right, Leo. I think it's time that--
Sonny?
[dramatic music]
* *
- [gasps]
[bright jazzy music]
* *
- Excuse me, miss.
Could I ask you a few questions?
- About what?
- I don't know how the hell they could have gotten away.
One minute ago, they were right in front of us,
and then all of a sudden, they're just gone?
What? - Look.
- If you've got a few seconds,
I would love to show you something.
- Who is that?
[tense music]
- Gun!
* *
- You all right? - Yeah, yeah.
Ben, I'm fine. What's going on?
- He has a gun! - No, I don't.
I was reaching for my badge.
Agent Kyle Graham, ISA.
* *
Nice to meet you, Agent Reed.
* *
[jazzy rock music]
* *
[dramatic music]
* *
- The sapphire
in the necklace you want to bid on,
there's something you need to know about it.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
if you will please take your seats,
we're about to begin. - Oh!
Oh, John.
I think I know everything I need to know
about that necklace,
which is, it's gorgeous.
Tony, let's go get our paddles.
* *
- Well, Anna seems happy to be here.
- Yes.
And she's going to be bidding on the necklace.
- Hmm.
Um...
do you think that's a coincidence?
I mean, do you think for a moment that
Tony and Anna
are the people that Shane warned us about
that are trying to get the necklace?
- Well, I know the DiMeras have done
some shady stuff in the past
and someone was killed for that ruby, but...
can't imagine Tony doing that.
- No, I can't either.
- Either way,
we can't let them get their hands on that necklace.
- Well, clearly Anna's not going to back down.
What do you propose we do?
* *
- Outbid her.
- Okay, Brody, thanks.
Well, I just got off with my ISA contact,
and he said indeed you are
Agent Kyle Graham.
- Can I have my ID back now?
- If you are ISA,
you should have identified yourself
before you talked to my contacts.
- Oh, I'm sorry I threatened you.
- You didn't threaten me.
You pissed me off.
- That doesn't seem very hard to do.
- What are you doing here?
- Following orders.
Director Donovan sent me in as backup.
He thought you could use some help.
- Well, he was wrong. I don't need any help.
- Oh, really?
So you've recovered the amethyst
and identified the people arranging to buy it?
- No, not exactly.
- Hmm, and what does "not exactly" mean?
- I traced it to this place,
but the owner sold it to some couple
before I could get my hands on it.
- Ah, okay, gotcha. So let me get this straight.
You lost the evidence to a pair of tourists.
I stand corrected, Agent Reed.
You obviously don't need my help.
- No, listen, I have it.
I got it.
I just need till tonight to find out who this couple is.
- Oh, then it seems I'm one step ahead of you.
I already know who they are.
* *
- I just adore bedroom farce, don't you?
Would you believe me if I told you
it's not what it looks like?
I swear.
- Whoa!
- Get off me! Get off me!
- Okay, okay.
- Some people have no sense of humor.
- What the hell was that?
What are you doing here? - What am I doing?
You're the one cheating on me!
- What?
That--that's-- that's what you think?
You think I'm cheating on you? - I know you are.
I know you booked this hotel room,
and that was bad enough.
But to find him
in the complimentary robe?
- Sonny.
Do you think I've forgotten who--who he is?
Do you think I've forgotten the things that he did?
- I am in the room.
- Shut up. Sonny, why don't you just
take a breath and let Will talk, okay?
- [sighs]
Okay, fine.
But if it's not what it looks like,
then what the hell is it?
- [sighs]
- Okay, okay, okay.
Sonny...
I--I'm sorry to say that Will
only wants me for my peacock.
* *
- I tried telling you, lady, he's not a reasonable man.
It's that ring or you.
- Now! - Paulina.
- I'm--I'm thinking.
No, you're not gonna get this ring.
The only way you're gonna get this ring is to
pry it off my cold dead hand.
- Fine by me.
- Aunt Paulina,
just give him the ring.
- But I love it.
- What about the people at this table?
You love him?
You love her?
- Oh, no. Oh.
- The ring. - Oh. No. No, no. No, don't.
Don't. Here. Here's the damn ring.
Get out of here! Leave us the hell alone!
- I don't know how the hell you put up with her.
- Get out. - Oh, oh!
- Lani! Lani! - Stay here. Call the cops.
[tense music]
* *
- And that concludes bidding on lot 35.
- 47,000 euros
for a compact.
- It's an Edwardian snuffbox.
Some people collect them.
- Some people have too much money.
So how much more of this crap do I have to sit through?
- I think we're up next.
- Now, on to lot 36.
- [gasps] Oh!
- This stunning sapphire necklace.
While the provenance of the sapphire
has been subject to some debate,
what cannot be argued is its value.
We'll start the bidding with a conservative
25,000 euros.
25,000 euros to the lovely lady in the rear.
Do I hear 50?
50,000 euros
to the distinguished gentleman on my right.
- Why is John bidding against me?
- Do I hear 75?
75,000 euros to the gentleman in front.
- And now everyone wants in on the act.
- You think that's the man that Shane warned us
wants the sapphire?
- Could be.
- Do I hear 100?
Thanks, madame.
If you'll excuse me for one moment.
It seems we have a bidder on the phone.
[soft dramatic music]
- Anna, was that really necessary?
- Yes.
That sapphire is priceless.
- But, Anna, don't you think the bidding is a little steep?
- Austin is counting on us.
And Carrie's marriage depends on it.
* *
- Sure hope Anna and Tony come through.
- Austin?
Hey. - Hey.
I thought you were--
you were getting ready for bed.
- I was, and then I decided to call my mom
and make sure she and Tony settled in okay.
- And did they?
- Well, she didn't pick up her cell.
So then I decided to call the front desk.
Austin, they have no record of my mom and Tony checking in.
* *
- Move.
Okay, what the hell is this peacock
that Leo is talking about?
And please, God,
tell me it's an actual peacock.
- I think he fears I was being euphemistic.
- Okay, it's not an actual peacock,
but it's a statue of one.
And 30 years ago,
it was stolen from a museum in Alamainia.
- Is there anything sexier than a jewel thief?
- Sonny, that statue was-- was priceless.
- So I'm--I'm sorry. A priceless peacock statue?
- What, you've never heard of the Alamainian Peacock?
- Oh, yeah, sure, that priceless peacock statue.
- It featured six incredibly valuable gems
fenced by Princess Gina--
or, rather, by Hope posing as--as Gina.
- Oh, this part is so confusing.
- The case went cold.
But recently, there's been some renewed interest
because, see, the peacock was recovered
minus all of the gems.
- Making it look like all other peacock statues.
- When I started working on the story,
I got an anonymous tip saying he could lead me
to one of the gems,
the emerald.
But when I showed up for the meeting,
guess who I found.
- Hello.
- Oh, my brain.
Okay, um, so this whole time,
you have been meeting with Leo
about an emerald?
- Trust me, when I saw who it was,
I turned around and headed straight for the door.
But he started talking,
and his information sounded legit.
- What information?
- He knew enough details to convince me he was--
he was--he was telling the truth.
And he says he's seen the emerald.
- You know,
I'm not usually a fan of green,
but this...
it was almost as mesmerizing as my eyes.
I have to say, those baby blues are not too bad either.
- What? Can we please just get back--
hey, can we get back to the peacock, please?
- Sonny, getting back to the peacock
has been one of the guiding principles of my life.
- He has been stringing me along for weeks,
just parceling out information bit by bit.
But yesterday,
he told me he could lead me to it.
And that is the only reason I'm here.
I--Sonny, I swear.
- And I'm sure that this time,
he's telling you the truth.
* *
- So, 007, are you gonna tell us who these people are?
- Well, since you asked so nicely.
Miles and Sophie Faversham.
They live here.
They've got a mansion in the Garden District,
and they've been making inquiries into that brooch
for some time now.
I'd be very interested to know
how they knew the amethyst was on the market.
- Is she a Faversham? Like Lili Faversham?
- Her grandson and his wife. - Oh.
- Who's Lili Faversham?
- A very wealthy British woman
who knew Princess Gina.
- Well, that is quite a coincidence.
- Oh, no, it's no coincidence.
My intel says that these people,
they've been after the amethyst for a while.
The Favershams, they're up to their necks in it.
There was nothing legitimate about that purchase.
- And that brooch did not just show up in this shop.
There is a network behind it.
- And if we're gonna break up that network,
we need to get the brooch back.
And I happen to know just the place to do it.
- Where?
- The Favershams are having a party tomorrow night.
They've invited all of New Orleans high society.
- Oh, I could go as Princess Gina.
Maybe Miles will let his guard down.
- Mm, except if his grandmother was,
in fact, very close to the princess,
he might have seen a picture of her.
He might have even met her.
- So you're saying we shouldn't go?
- No, what I'm saying is--
is that it's gonna be very risky.
But in the meantime,
I do have a lead on the emerald.
- Oh. - Wait a minute.
So the Favershams know Princess Gina, right?
But do they know her daughter?
* *
- [mimics explosion] Wow.
So Leo isn't just pond scum.
He's also your source.
Wow, Will, when you come over here, do you--do you leave
your wallet locked in the glove compartment of your car?
Do you check the room for hidden cameras
when you come over here?
Do you have a food taster?
When you meet him,
do you get deloused afterwards?
- I think you're belaboring the point.
- I can't believe you are trusting him
after what he did to me.
- I don't trust him.
I know he's not doing this so the truth will out.
I know he's not Deep Throat.
- You never asked.
both: Shut up!
- He is a slimy informant who has been milking me
for everything he can get:
free meals, spa treatments, this room.
He told me he was gonna meet a source today,
and then he hit me up for a massage.
- Sonny, you should get one.
I know you get that knot below your neck.
- Hey, look at me. If this was just for the story,
why didn't you just tell me
instead of sneaking around?
- Because I thought you would freak out
if you knew I was dealing with him.
- "Him" has a name.
It's Leo.
- Of course I would freak out.
Because he's conning you
just like he conned me.
And you're not gonna get a story.
You're gonna get blackmailed.
- Hey, I'm the one who ended up
rolled up in a rug in the trunk of a car.
I'm the one who's at risk here.
- He's been stringing you along for weeks.
All right? You really think he has a connection?
A source?
No. No one in their right mind would trust him to cat sit,
let alone where to find a stolen emerald.
[dramatic music]
- [sighs] Okay, okay.
You win.
Let's go home.
* *
- Fine.
Go.
Who wants to win a Pulitzer anyway?
- Hold on, guys.
Don't go.
Not quite yet.
* *
- What are you talking about?
- Well, Princess Gina has a daughter, doesn't she?
- Yes, her name's Greta.
- Right, my mom told me all about her.
So who's to say that I can't pass myself off as her?
- I say.
The last thing this operation needs
is to involve a civilian.
- Her parents were cops-- great cops.
I think she would be fine.
- Yes, thank you. I absolutely would be.
And I know everything there is to know about Princess Gina,
so they wouldn't be able to trip me up
even if they tried.
- This is highly unusual.
What choice do we have?
Are you sure you're up to it?
- I mean,
go to a party, pretend to be royalty?
How hard could that be? - Mm.
- All right, it is by invitation only,
but we could get you on the guest list.
- And what about my plus one?
- Uh, you sure about that?
I'm not exactly the high-society type.
- Oh, don't sell yourself short, babe.
And my mother told me a lot about this girl,
and she would not show up to an event like this
without an escort. She simply would not.
- And I've done these things a million times.
It's really easy.
You just go, a little small talk,
a little ballroom dancing.
No one's the wiser. - A little ballroom dancing?
Yeah, we didn't do a lot of ballroom dancing
in the Ozarks either, I'm just saying.
- But you're on your honeymoon.
You danced at your reception.
- Ah, the church kinda blew up before we had one, so...
- It did. - Oh.
I guess not much has changed in Salem.
- Uh, we did have a second, smaller reception.
But since it was small, there was no dancing.
- Leave it to me.
What do you say we show them a few moves?
- Me? - Yeah.
- No, I don't dance. - That's okay.
I'll do the dancing for both of us.
- Yes, 400 to the gentleman in the front.
- Well, that guy's not backing down.
- Oh, neither is Anna.
- 425 to the lady in the rear.
Do I hear 450?
* *
450 to the gentleman on my right.
- Darn it.
John and Marlena know I want that necklace.
Why is he bidding against me?
- Maybe it's a sign.
Maybe Austin should be buying Carrie some flowers
instead of a 1/2-million-euro sapphire.
Besides, it is the thought that counts.
- Darling, I love you.
But that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
- Do I hear 475?
- Who is that guy?
* *
- I'm very sorry, ladies and gentlemen,
but we're going to have to stop the auction.
- What's going on?
- Security,
please remove that man with the bowler hat.
* *
- Ooh.
- Maybe that's the guy Shane sent us after
or someone who's working for him.
* *
- Paulina. - Let me go.
- Lani and Eli, they know what they're doing.
You would just be a distraction.
Now, please, breathe.
Breathe.
- Why didn't I just give him that stupid ring?
He had a gun in Lani's face.
- Officers need backup, yes.
- Eli and Lani, they're not armed.
Those men, they still have guns.
- 18th Street west of Fowler. - Oh.
Oh, please, please, please, sweet Jesus,
don't let anything happen to my baby.
* *
- Lani! [gunshot]
- They have no record of them
checking in to the hotel?
That's--that's strange.
- Very strange.
I mean, my mom said
she was going to her favorite hotel,
the one that's down the street
from the Zurich Tram Museum,
and that's the one I called.
- Well, maybe they checked in under another name.
- Why in the world would they do that?
- Because of the DiMera name.
I mean, it's notorious, right?
I mean, not just in the States but in Europe
because of Stefano.
- Oh, I don't know.
In my experience, Mom has no problem
using the DiMera name.
- Well, what about Tony?
He might've thought better of it.
- Really, like my mom would defer to Tony.
You know that
she always gets what she wants.
Which is why I'm--I'm going to go to the hotel
and I'm gonna make sure everything's okay.
- Why is John bidding against me?
He knows I'm not going to stop.
- Well, the fact is,
we weren't actually bidding against you, Anna.
- When he comes back,
I want you to tell him something.
I'm not trying to get this necklace for myself.
I'm doing it for Austin
so he can give it to Carrie.
And then she'll forgive him and--
and they can be happy again.
- They're not happy?
- Um, okay, well, that might have been indiscreet.
- And Anna never is.
- Oh, please, can't you just bid on something else?
Please, for Carrie's sake, huh?
- I'm afraid we can't do that.
Look,
we're not bidding for ourselves.
John is on official business for Black Patch.
- What?
- John has been contracted by the ISA
to retrieve the necklace.
He was trying to explain that to you
when the auction began.
Now...
[whispering] Do you understand?
- Well, of course we do.
And we'll be more than happy to stop bidding.
Won't we, dear?
- Oh, thank you, Tony.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
if you'll all return to your seats,
we can resume bidding.
- Oh, well, it's about time.
[dramatic music]
* *
[gunshot] [people scream]
- [growls]
* *
- You got him? - I got him.
Go! Yes!
- Oh. - No, Paulina, Paulina.
Paulina, Paulina, stop. - No, no, no, I don't see her.
Lani! Lani, where are you? - Stay back.
Stay back. - Stop, Paulina.
- Are you all right, baby?
Are you all right? - I'm fine. I'm fine.
Dad, call this in. - Already have.
- Oh. - He got away.
Florida plates.
Last three numbers were 7-4-2, I think.
Paulina, I'm sorry.
- Oh, you're in a world of trouble now.
What I want to know is, who put you up to this?
- Why the hell should I tell you?
- Well, I'm a police officer.
So you damn well better tell me.
Who do you work for?
* *
- My last name is DiMera.
And my family has a very long history
of dealing with informants
and people who don't deliver on their promises.
So I'd suggest that this would be
a very good moment for you
to be completely
forthcoming.
Will, did you have any questions for Mr....
- Stark.
- One or two.
I booked this hotel room
so I can meet with your contact.
Is there such a person?
And if there is, when does she or he get here?
- There is. I swear there is.
I just can't get them here today.
- That's not the answer I was looking for.
- But I can get them here tomorrow.
I swear. - No, no, no.
I'm not paying for another night here.
- Well,
if I were you,
I wouldn't let him out of your sight.
- So...
I guess I'm coming home with you guys.
[clicks tongue]
Sleepover!
* *
- Sleepover.
* *
[tango music playing]
* *
[cheers and applause]
- Yes!
- My husband asked you a question.
Who do you work for?
- Ask all you want. I'm not talking.
- Well, what if she shoots you?
- You two are obviously cops.
Off duty or not, she's not shooting me.
- Well, I'm not a cop. I'd be happy to shoot him.
- Paulina.
We're supposed to be the good guys here.
- Yeah, well, I find that so limiting sometimes.
[siren wailing]
- Maybe he'll start talking once he finds out
no one's gonna bail him out.
Get up. - [grunting]
[dramatic music]
* *
- Whoo-hoo!
- Where did you learn how to do that, girl?
That was amazing.
- Ah! - Wow!
- I got some tricks up my sleeve after all these years.
- Yeah, you do. Yes, you definitely do.
- And you too, Grahamy. Sheesh!
- Well, helps to have a great partner.
And I gotta say, I did not expect that out of you.
- Guess I've got some hidden talents.
- Um, well, we should probably get back to the hotel
and practice that.
- Oh, my God, give me all the practice.
Please.
- I'm gonna work on getting you on the guest list.
- And Ben still needs a cover. - Mm.
- Oh. I have an idea.
* *
I hereby dub thee
Princess Greta Von Amberg.
- Whoo.
- Well, I have always wanted to be a princess.
- Great, 'cause the people that we're after
are gonna need to believe you are one.
- Well...
royalty.
- Okay, I just want to go on record
as saying that I hate this idea
on about 15 different levels.
- Well, I'll get dressed
while you kids sort this all out.
I understand that every relationship
has its tops and bottoms.
- Don't you mean ups and downs?
- Those too.
* *
- Wh--
* *
Uh, guys, I'm sorry.
Maybe I shouldn't have butted in.
- No, I'm not mad at you.
Do you have any idea
how much you're asking me to put up with?
- A lot.
But it is only for one night.
And I really believe now that he's telling the truth,
that he does have a contact.
This can be a major, major, major story for me.
And if you could just put up with him
for one night,
I promise you I will make it up to you.
- You owe me, like, a lot more than just one night.
* *
This whole time, I thought you were cheating on me.
- Sonny, I'm so sorry.
I never wanted you to feel that way,
to doubt me.
But you know what? After I finish this story,
I'm gonna take a few weeks off.
And we can take that trip to Paris
that we've been talking about
and stay in that hotel by the Seine.
You know, the one with the-- the huge king-sized bed?
* *
- Okay, this is emotional blackmail.
And you know that, don't you?
- I do.
But is it working?
* *
- Okay.
- I'll take it.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
I must apologize about the earlier interruption.
Unfortunately, the gentleman who was escorted out
was here under false pretenses,
necessitating that his bid of 475,000 be thrown out,
which means the last legitimate bid
was 450,000 to the gentleman on my right.
- Looks like we got the winning bid, Doc.
- 450 going once.
450 going twice.
- 500,000.
- What are you doing?
- I'm winning that necklace.
- I have 500,000.
Do I have 525?
- What? - Where's my paddle?
- Oh, no.
- What--what's this?
- 525 to the gentleman on my left.
- She stole my paddle.
- 525 going once. - That's mine.
- Going twice. - Oh, John, John.
[gavel bangs] Careful.
- Sold. - Ah!
* *
Sorry.
[whispering] I'm so excited.
[dramatic music]
* *
- Well - Hey, Dad.
- Oh, so how'd it go down at the station?
- They booked our friend for armed robbery.
- Yeah, he's still not talking.
- Oh. - I'm so sorry, Auntie P.
- Oh, no, nothing matters
but that you're safe.
I'm the one who should be sorry.
Oh, I promised you this--
this glitzy, glamorous weekend getaway.
The only thing that got away was this man who got my ring.
- Auntie P., look.
Don't worry, okay?
We're gonna find out who did this.
- And I promise you we're gonna make sure
we get your ring back.
* *
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Don't, uh--don't go. Don't go.
Um-- - Why?
- Hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I'm getting a text. - What?
I didn't hear anything.
- Yeah, just vibrate.
It just--it's from Tony. I'm just getting it right now.
- Well, obviously. What does it say?
- Yeah. Oh, yeah, ha.
[chuckling] He says that, you know, went to--
to go and check in to the hotel.
It didn't have a room with a view,
so they switched hotels.
Anna wanted it. So I mean, that's just so--
- Wow, that makes so much sense.
- Yeah. - God forbid my mom can't have
a room with a view, right? - [chuckles]
- I'm gonna call her. - No, wait.
See, I didn't finish reading the text.
It said that they're really exhausted
and that they're going to sleep
and that they'll see us early tomorrow morning.
Love you. - Oh, okay.
I mean, of course, they're jet-lagged and all that.
They're exhausted, so... - Yeah.
- Right, well, I'll get ready for bed, then.
- And me too. I'll just...
- Oh, thanks.
Thank you. - I'll just finish
responding... - Yeah.
- To Tony's text.
Then I'll...be right in.
* *
[sighs]
[door slams] Dodged that bullet.
[exhales heavily]
* *
- I just want you to know
that I had nothing to do with this.
And I think this belongs to you.
- And this belongs to me.
* *
- What are you going to tell Shane?
* *
[upbeat jazzy music]
* *
- So should we start practicing?
- I mean, after watching Billie tango with that agent,
I'm gonna need all the practice I can get.
- I don't know about that.
It seems like you have pretty good rhythm to me.
- Oh, well, you make it easy.
- Mm.
[romantic music]
* *
But you know what? - Hmm?
- I've never danced with a princess before.
- [laughs] Well...
I guess that makes you my Prince Charming.
- Mm.
* *
Mm, you know what else?
Now that I think of it... - Hmm?
- I've never made love to a princess before either.
- No? - Mm-mm.
- Hmm. Well...
there's always a first time for everything.
* *
[dramatic music]
* *
- So what do you say?
Can you put up with Leo for a night?
- [sighs]
I don't like this.
I don't trust him.
But you know what they say.
Keep your enemies close.
- And me even closer.
So whose car are we taking?
Never mind, I'll go with
whoever has the most trunk space.
Blue Eyes, be a dear
and grab my bags for me, will you?
* *
- Hey, this was your big idea.
* *
- [grunts]
* *