[soft music]
* *
announcer: Like sands through the hourglass,
so are the "Days of Our Lives."
[dramatic music]
* *
[bright jazzy music]
[crowd cheering]
* *
[knock at door]
- Who the hell is that?
[knock at door] - ISA. Open up.
- I think I know that voice.
- They could have at least given us a heads-up.
- Uncle Shane.
- Hello, my love.
Oh, it's so good to see you again.
- Oh, so good to see you.
- Oh, I am sorry to interrupt.
It's just, I believe you have something for me.
- Shane. Shane Donovan.
[dramatic music]
- Yes, I'm Ciara's uncle.
- And you are Paige's grandfather.
- Right. - I'm Ben. Ben Weston.
- Oh, well, nice to meet you.
- Sir, maybe you're not putting two and two together.
I was responsible for Paige's death.
- Yeah, but he's not that person anymore.
He just wasn't in his right mind.
- I don't--I don't think he really wants
to hear any excuses, Ciara.
- Oh, right. I see.
Well, son,
I made peace with what happened to Paige a long time ago.
* *
Listen, I do hate to rush things,
but tick-tock-tick, time is of the essence
and I really have to get that brooch back to Alamainia ASAP.
- Of course. I have it right here.
* *
Here you go. - Aha. Oh-ho.
Oh, that is beautiful. - Mm.
- But I have to wonder if these jewels
are really worth all the pain they've caused.
* *
[upbeat country music]
* *
- [sighs]
- Jeez, babe... - Mm.
- You have any idea what time it is?
What time we got home?
You couldn't have gotten more than two hours of sleep.
- I'm too amped to asleep,
I mean, especially after competing
in "Cori's Drag Race" last night.
- Mm.
- Plus, I gotta finish and file the story
before Ronan Farrow scoops me again.
- Right. - And it is after 8:00
in New York, so maybe he's already posted.
* *
Oh, crap.
* *
- You keep that up, you're gonna wear out those heels,
which, by the way,
are totally impractical for this line of work.
- Not really in the mood for criticism,
constructive or otherwise.
- Oh, come on. You gotta lighten up.
Yesterday you recovered the sapphire.
Today you got the ruby and the citrine.
Your future is looking very bright.
- I don't care about the jewels.
I'm worried about my brother. - Right.
There is that.
Not great for an ISA agent
to have a brother who's led a global crime spree.
- Not true. He did not.
- Billie, I'm sorry, but you have to face this.
We caught him red-handed. Your brother, he's guilty.
[tense music]
* *
- I didn't do this.
* *
Please tell me you believe me.
* *
- What?
"American bookkeeper arrested
in international jewel theft ring."
Wait.
That picture, isn't that--
- Yeah, that's my uncle Austin.
I can't--I gotta call Grandma Kate.
Or maybe I should let Chad break it to her.
- I think he's still sleeping.
[dramatic music]
* *
- [groans]
* *
Ugh, how much did I drink last night?
* *
[sighs]
[moans]
Abby. - Mm.
How did you know I prefer being the little spoon?
* *
Good morning, bae.
- [gasps]
[jazzy rock music]
* *
[dramatic music]
- Oh! - Why are you in here?
What are you doing in here?
- Chadwick.
Don't break my heart and tell me you don't remember.
- Remember what?
- Our torrid night of passion.
- [laughs] What? What are you talking about?
- Don't play innocent with me.
You obviously enjoyed yourself.
I mean, why else would you have proposed to me?
- Huh? - Move over, Abigail.
You're looking at the new Mrs. DiMera.
* *
- This is Mrs. Anna DiMera,
and I demand to speak to the chief of police.
* *
Look, you people have arrested my son-in-law
on trumped-up charges,
and I demand that he be released.
* *
Oh, really? Well...
let's just see what my good friend
the U.S. ambassador has to say about that.
[cell phone beeps]
Tony, what's the name of that U.S. ambassador?
- Hmm? Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I have no idea.
- [sighs]
Stop being calm, okay?
It's totally inappropriate.
I mean, why didn't Carrie let me go with her
to the police station last night?
[knock at door] Oh, thank God. They're back.
- Why would they knock on their own door?
- [sighs]
* *
- Oh, Tony, Anna. - Oh.
* *
- Any news on Austin?
- As if we would tell you if there were.
- Anna. - Excuse me?
- This is all John's fault, and we all know it.
- How could it be John's fault? - How?
He's the one who turned Austin over to the police.
- That was because he and Carrie
found stolen jewels in his bag.
- Well, he didn't have to go blabbing that to them,
the Kantonspielerpolizei
or whatever you call those cops in this town.
- Actually, Anna, that's exactly what I had to do.
See, I took this little thing.
It's called an oath to the agency.
- Well, what about your oath to family?
Because of you, my daughter could lose her husband.
- Anna, I know you're distressed,
but what'd you expect him to do, turn the other way?
- Precisely.
I mean, this is Austin we're talking about.
There's no way he'd be part of a jewel theft ring.
- I know my brother.
There's no way he's involved in this.
- Look at the evidence.
There is no way that he's not involved in this.
- No, there's an explanation for the evidence,
and I will figure it out.
- Billie, Billie, you cannot talk to him.
The Zurich police said that it was a conflict of interest.
- Well, are you gonna turn me in?
* *
- No.
- Thank you.
- Do you want me to go in with you?
- No. No, I need to do this myself.
You know what you could do, though,
is, you could go over to Austin and Carrie's
and talk to Carrie's mom.
Tell her what's going on. She's been calling me nonstop.
- Whatever I can do to help. - Okay, thanks.
- Hey, I'm on your side. You know that, right?
* *
- Yeah, I do.
* *
- Of course I believe you.
But how exactly did the jewels get in your bag?
- I'd like to know the answer to that myself.
* *
- Did you get any sleep last night?
- I'm fine.
* *
- No, you're not.
You're thinking about my Uncle Shane, aren't you?
Baby, I know that it was really hard for you
to come face-to-face with him.
* *
- Think it'd be harder on him.
- What do you mean? - [sighs]
When I started talking about Paige,
it's just like he--
it's like it didn't matter to him.
- Yeah, well, he said that he accepted it.
And maybe it was too hard for him to even talk about.
- Yeah, maybe.
It just seemed like the only thing that mattered to him
was that brooch.
- Yeah, well, he was on the job.
- I guess so, but...
Ciara, considering what I did...
I just expected a bigger reaction out of him.
[knock at door]
* *
[tense music]
* *
- Okay, well, look,
since our three-day weekend is winding down here,
why don't we do something fun today?
- Oh, I know. Auntie...
why don't we take the guys deep-sea fishing?
- Right, uh-huh, so my friend Michelle,
she can sneak up and harpoon me when I'm not looking.
Uh-uh, no, thanks.
- Come on, Auntie P, all right?
She's not gonna come after you.
Didn't you say you guys were friends?
Y'all used to go way back?
- Yeah, except now she's furious with me
because I was careless.
How in the world could I be careless?
Was I supposed to have that beautiful diamond ring
in the closet, in the safe forever?
Ugh.
- [sighs] Excuse me.
- Oh, any news from your friend Shane yet?
- Oh, not directly, but I did get confirmation
that the orange diamond is one of the missing gems.
- Damn.
- Auntie, look on the bright side.
Now we know the ring doesn't belong to you
or your friend Michelle.
So maybe she won't be so upset that it was stolen, right?
[motor buzzing faintly]
- What was that?
- Sounds like a Jet Ski.
Ugh.
Oh! Oh, hell no.
Did Rosie O'Donnell move back in? Ugh!
Oh, there goes the neighborhood.
Oh! [gasps]
Oh, Lord, give me strength.
- What--what is it, Paulina?
- That ain't Rosie. It's Michelle!
She's headed straight for us!
* *
- Agent Donovan. - Where is it?
- Where's what? - No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't you play games with me. I'm really not in the mood.
- Uh, Uncle Shane. What's going on?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey.
- Don't--don't touch me.
- Uncle Shane, are you okay?
- [groans] No, not exactly.
Last night, someone clocked me from behind,
locked me in the supply closet.
I just managed to get out.
- Did they get the amethyst?
- What the hell are you talking about?
- The amethyst. We gave it to you last night.
- I wasn't here last night. I didn't take it.
- Yes, you did.
Unless it was someone who looked exactly like you.
- Bloody hell. Oh, bloody hell.
* *
Please don't tell me you gave him the amethyst.
* *
- Shane. - In the flesh.
Just flew in from New Orleans.
So, guys and gals, how are you all holding up?
- How do you think we're holding up?
Your stupid ISA with a big assist from John
had Austin arrested last night.
- I know. Such a shame.
- Shame? It's a travesty.
My son-in-law is no jewel thief.
- Well, now, I know you want to believe that, Anna,
but sometimes people just aren't who they appear to be.
* *
- Stay away from me!
Keep him the hell away from me!
- Whoa, whoa, what's wrong? - Nothing's wrong.
Chad, calm down.
Most bi-curious guys are a little freaked out
after their first time experimenting.
- What?
- Let me tell you, he was an apt pupil.
- No, he's lying! - He showed me a thing or two.
- He's lying.
- No, of course he is, okay? You have Abigail.
And also, you have taste.
By any scale or inclination, he is the bottom of the barrel.
- Ugh! You!
You are a rude little queen, Amanda.
See if I ever help you again
with one of your boring little articles.
Anyhoo, I'm sorry to say I'm telling the truth.
Chad and I made passionate love last night.
- Oh, come on. There's no way.
- In every way imaginable.
- This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
- You know, I'm surprised with you, Chadwick.
I thought you'd be a little more understanding,
given that you're best friends here with Bert and Ernie.
- Okay, okay, okay, hold on. Hold on. Hold on, Chad.
* *
- Are you texting Abigail with the big news?
- I'm looking at security footage from last night.
* *
It shows you two going into separate bedrooms
when you got back from the club.
And, Leo, you snuck into Chad's room
about ten minutes ago.
- Ah! [laughs] - Yeah.
Yeah, when you were asleep.
- [laughing] Thank God.
- It's okay, buddy.
- You have security cameras in this barely renovated hostel?
Privacy much?
- Desperate for attention much?
* *
- Fine.
I still say it was the best ten minutes of your life.
* *
- Carrie, are you sure nobody went near that room?
- I'm sure. Austin and I were still in bed
when he got the text about the trip.
I went and made coffee, he was packing,
then he brought his bag into the living room,
and John showed up.
And then John and I were in the living room with the bag
until the moment I found the jewels.
- Don't worry, Austin. I won't give up.
I promise. I won't.
And, you know, this new partner of mine, nothing gets by him.
- Agent Graham? - Yeah.
- I met him last night when they were booking Austin.
- Oh.
- Let's just say that he didn't seem very open
to an alternative theory of the crime.
- Well, he's not the most, you know--
- Human.
- Warm.
He's a great agent. He's dead honest.
- He's also very handsome.
- Is he? I didn't notice.
- Oh, no? - No.
[laughing] Okay, fine. He's hot.
- [gasps]
Is something going on with you two?
Billie! - Nothing.
What do you mean going on?
- Hello! Are you guys serious?
"Yeah, he's really hot."
I mean, can we get back to me, please?
- [laughing] Okay.
Sorry, sorry.
We're gonna get right back to your predicament.
Listen, Agent Graham wants the truth as much as we all do.
He wants to find the truth.
- That's good.
- Don't worry. Don't worry.
It's gonna be okay. I promise you.
Hang in there, okay?
- [chuckles] What choice do I have?
[dramatic music]
- It'll be okay.
* *
- Oh. May I help you?
- Graham, I was wondering when you might get here.
Everybody, this is one of my best agents, Kyle Graham.
This is Tony and Anna DiMera,
John Black and his beautiful wife, Dr. Marlena Evans.
We're all old friends. - Nice to meet you all.
- Mm.
- I've heard a lot about you, sir.
- Agent Graham.
- Is that what I think it is?
- The sapphire, the citrine, and the ruby.
- And I have these little gems,
which means that we should get these
back to Alamainia as soon as possible.
- Shouldn't we wait for Agent Reed?
She's still at the police station with her brother.
- Uh, yeah, we'll call her on the way.
She can meet us at the airstrip.
We really ought to get going. - Yes, sir.
- Well, it has been wonderful seeing you all again.
Just wish it was under better circumstances.
And, John, the Kingdom of Alamainia
owes you a great debt of gratitude.
Well, stay well, all.
* *
[line rings]
- [sighs] He's not picking up.
- You know who he is? - Yes, I know.
- Oh, my God.
Uncle Shane, I'm so sorry.
It was Drew, wasn't it?
- Who else could it be?
- Who's drew? [line rings]
- John.
- Hey, Shane. What's up? You forget something?
- [sighs] Bloody hell. - What?
- John, please tell me he didn't leave Zurich
with the jewels.
- What do you mean he? Agent Graham?
The two of you just left with them.
- No, John, that wasn't me.
That was my twin brother, Drew Donovan.
- Oh, Bloody, bloody hell!
* *
- Oh, Lordy, oh, Lordy! We have to get out of here.
- Auntie Paulina, maybe-- - Maybe nothing!
This woman, she has a crazy temper, I swear.
One night at the White House, she poured
an entire bucket of sangria over her husband's head
simply because he told her her lipstick was smudged!
[gasps]
There's not enough time to pack.
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord!
Oh, oh, oh!
Hey, girl, been a minute. What brings you here?
- What the hell is wrong with you?
- I've been told I'm too understanding.
- No, what you are is disgusting.
- What? - Come on. You got it.
Why? Why are you doing this to Chad?
You're getting some sort of sick satisfaction out of it?
- Maybe I was just trying
to push him out of his comfort zone.
[jazzy music]
Tell me you didn't have fun last night, Belinda.
Tell me you didn't feel empowered
in that dress and those heels.
And the same goes for you two.
When was the last time you had a night out on the town
and cut loose?
* *
Yeah, yeah, that's why it was so easy
for you to think that Will was cheating on you.
You've become an old married couple.
You've been stuck in a rut,
and I was just trying to unstick you.
- Oh, oh, yeah, this was all for our benefit.
Okay, you're not that selfless.
In fact, you're not selfless at all.
- Well, maybe I just wanted all of us to be friends.
* *
Okay, fine. I'll just go pack.
* *
- Oh!
- We need to talk about the ring.
- Uh-- - Wait a minute.
This is Michelle?
We thought-- - You thought what?
- We thought you were talking about Michelle Obama.
- Michelle Obama?
You think if I knew Michelle Obama,
I'd wait till now to tell you?
- You said that Michelle
gave you that ring at a White House dinner.
- [laughs]
Paulina meant dinner at our house.
- [laughing] Mm-hmm.
That's why they call it the White House.
Because that's their last name.
- A bit grandiose, I admit. - [laughs]
Well, that's my man, Abraham,
and that's my lovely nice, Lani,
and her handsome husband, Eli.
- Nice to meet you all. - Oh, same here.
- [chuckles] This is Michelle White,
and her husband is Dr. Ronald White.
- Ah, whom you said was one
of the most powerful people in the world.
- [chuckles] Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration,
but her husband is the most prominent
plastic surgeon in Miami.
He works with a lot of famous people, including the--
- Ah, ah, ah, Paulina, that is confidential information.
- Mm-hmm, okay, I'm sorry. You're right.
Anyway, Michelle, we need to talk about that ring.
- [sighs]
I owe you an apology.
I had no idea when we spoke on the phone
I gave you a stolen gem.
You could have been killed.
[dramatic music]
- Oh. - Hi, everybody.
Is Graham here?
- Well, he just left for Alamainia
with Shane.
- Except Shane isn't Shane.
* *
- Okay. Thank you.
Uncle Shane, the front desk says
that there's a car downstairs
waiting to take you to the airport.
- That's great. Thank you.
Well, I better get going. - Okay.
- Sir, before you go... about Paige,
I know there's no words-- - Yeah, I really
can't go into that right now,
not when innocent lives are at stake.
You know, innocent,
like how my granddaughter was when you took her life.
- Uncle Shane.
- Bye, Ciara. - Bye.
- Just hope to hell you're right about this guy.
- I am. - Yeah, we'll see.
* *
[door slams] - [sighs]
* *
[intriguing music]
* *
- Citrine, orange diamond, ruby, amethyst, sapphire,
and last but by certainly no means least, the emerald.
I can hear the cheers of my ancestors.
Director Donovan, however can I repay you?
- Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something.
[dramatic music]
* *
- I hope you know, Director Donovan,
that the Kingdom of Alamainia will be forever in the debt
of the International Security Alliance.
[dramatic music]
- The only problem, Lord Sebastian,
is, this is not ISA Director Donovan.
It's his twin brother.
- Director Donovan, what is the meaning of this?
- Oh, hey, John, old friend, old buddy.
I'm afraid you've been bamboozled.
Look, I don't know what Drew is trying to prove,
but I'm Shane.
- Well, then answer me this.
When's Kimberly's birthday?
- Her birthday?
- Come on, old chap.
Surely you know your wife's birthday.
- Yeah, that's easy. It's-- - It's what?
- It's-- - It's July 10th.
- July 10th.
- The real Shane would never forget that.
- Looks like I've been busted.
- Kyle, look out!
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, you drop those guns,
or you'll have another dead agent on your hands.
* *
- Oh, thank God you're home.
- I'm just out on bail.
We still have to figure out who framed me.
- Well, it was Shane who's not Shane.
It was Drew.
- Hmm. But it can't be.
- But it is.
Shane who is Shane,
called and said that our Shane is not Shane.
He and the other guy took the stones and left.
Drew, not Shane, because he was in New Orleans.
- If Drew is masquerading as Shane, he was never here.
He couldn't have put the jewels in Austin's bag.
- Shane-Drew-Shane must have had an accomplice.
* *
- I think I know who it is.
- Don't hurt him, Drew.
Put the gun down.
- No, why in the name of God would I do that?
- Because it's the right thing to do.
* *
Hello, Drew. - Marlena.
- Last time I saw you,
you'd turned your life around.
What happened?
- I'll tell you what happened.
She died.
My Camilla died. - Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Once that happened, I really didn't see much point
in sticking to the straight and narrow.
- You know she wouldn't have wanted this for you.
- And how would you know
what she would have wanted for me, hmm?
Oh, that's right, of course.
You fancy yourself the Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
of Salem, don't you?
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint,
but this head's not for shrinking.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving,
and I'll take the peacock and this hostage with me.
- No. [cell phone beeps]
- Yes! Oh, yes.
You hand that peacock over to Agent Graham now.
- John!
John, what are you doing?
- Graham knows.
Don't you, Agent Graham?
* *
- [gasps] - Kyle!
- My name isn't Kyle.
It's Dimitri.
Dimitri von Leuschner.
- Von Leuschner.
Like Carly Manning, Frankie Brady?
- They are my cousins Katerina and Francois.
I'll never understand why
they traded their names of heritage and distinction
for such plebeian surnames.
It's almost as bad as Billie.
- So you've been in on this all along?
- Oh, yes.
You see, the Alamainian Peacock is not Alamainian at all.
It rightfully belongs to the house of von Leuschner.
- Like hell it does.
- Shut up, you sniveling piece of inbred filth!
You see, Billie,
the peacock was part of my cousin Katerina's dowry.
It was presented to the Alamain family
ahead of Lawrence and Katerina's first wedding.
- The wedding that never happened.
- That's right.
And you would have thought that the Alamains
would be honorable enough to return it on their own
once the engagement was broken,
but there has never been any honor in the Alamain family.
- Why should we have given it back?
It was Katerina who jilted Lawrence.
Besides, eventually they did marry,
and then she killed him.
- That's not the point, you imbecile.
The peacock belongs in my family,
and I was determined to get it back.
But here in this museum of Alamain greed,
the peacock is ultimately under the protection of the ISA.
And so once I completed my studies at Cambridge,
I applied to the ISA.
And then I slowly worked my way up
until I finally achieved
the highest level of security clearance available.
- Putting you in the perfect position
to steal back the peacock for your family.
- As you Americans are so fond of saying...
mission accomplished.
- Well, not yet, Dimitri.
That peacock's going back to the ISA.
- No, I'm afraid that ain't happening.
* *
You see, this peacock isn't just an expensive bauble.
Now that it's been reassembled,
this peacock can activate satellites
armed with deadly lasers that can cause mass casualties
in several key cities around the world:
Phoenix, Zurich, New Orleans, Johannesburg, Miami,
and, oh, yes, last but not least,
your beloved Salem.
- But why? - Well, that's very simple.
See, once we've demonstrated the power
of our new technology,
all the great economies of the world will come begging,
and we can tell them just how much they have to pay us
to save their citizens from similar annihilation.
- My God, you are a madman.
- Well, maybe.
But what's definite
is that you and your friends are as good as dead.
[tense music]
[device whirring]
[mechanical clinking]
* *
[electronic warbling]
* *
What's the matter? There's--
* *
It isn't working.
We've got all the jewels in place.
Why isn't this working?
* *
- I really am sorry, you know.
I realize now that I shouldn't have pushed quite so hard.
I would do anything to regain your trust.
- Mm, well, I probably have to get amnesia first.
- Well, I mean, he did say sorry.
That's a first. - Leo! Stop him.
The son of a bitch stole my watch.
- I did not. - Leo.
- Really? It was on my bedside table, and now it's gone.
- You check his pocket. - Oh, don't you dare.
- Oh, my God. - Okay, well, if you insist.
Oh. [chuckles]
Now, how did that get in there?
- Check his other pocket, probably has our car keys.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
* *
[sighs]
- No, he doesn't, but--
* *
- Oh, my God.
* *
I thought Shane took that from him last night.
- Actually...
I swapped it out with a duplicate
right before he caught me.
Do you think anyone will notice?
* *
- Come on. Why isn't this working?
- What did you do wrong, you idiot?
- [grunts] - Out of the way, Doc!
Go, go, go!
* *
- I don't wanna shoot you,
but I will
if it means saving my family.
[dramatic music]
- It's over.
* *
- For what it's worth...
I did enjoy our tango.
- Oh, you're gonna have a lot of new dance partners
in prison.
I'm gonna finish what Kristen started.
- Billie, no, don't do this.
Please don't do this.
- Oh, it's not worth the paperwork.
- [grunts]
* *
[soft music]
* *
[both chuckle]
- Oh! - Covering my bases.
[both laugh]
You know, that turned out to be a lovely visit
with your friend Michelle. - Mm-hmm.
It turned out more pleasant than I imagined it would be.
Oh, I'm just sorry you all were disappointed.
- How so?
- Well, that my friend wasn't Michelle Obama.
- [chuckles] Well, yes.
Yes, it was terribly, terribly disappointing.
And I'm not sure our relationship is going to work
since you have not dined with the Obamas at the White House.
- [chuckles]
Right, that would have sealed the deal, huh?
[both laugh]
Aww.
Oh.
- You know, I have to tell you...
I had a great visit. - [chuckles]
- And it has nothing to do with this wonderful house
or who you know.
I love you...
because you are smart
and so funny
and so generous.
- Abraham, you--
you are the most wonderful, caring man
and maybe the kind of man that maybe I don't deserve.
- Oh, I'm the lucky one.
- [chuckles] Oh, honey.
* *
- Oh. [laughter]
Sorry to interrupt, but we are all packed.
- Oh, great. Great.
Now, does everybody have everything now?
I would hate to get back to Salem and find out
that somebody left their-- you know, their headphones
or their e-readers, their laptops.
- Yes, yes, yes. We have everything.
- Oh, good.
- And you totally remind me of my mom
when you fret like that.
- I guess it runs in the family.
- Listen, all that fretting aside
and your friend showing up uninvited on a Jet Ski,
this weekend has been lit.
- Well, you keep hanging out with Auntie P.
She will keep it lit.
[laughter] - Oh, we are sure you will.
- Okay, okay, now let's get this show on the road.
Come on, back to Salem. Come on.
- All right, all right. [laughter]
- Way to go, Will.
And eat your heart out, Ronan Farrow.
- Glad to see you're feeling better.
- [sighs]
You know, I'm not gonna lie to you.
What your uncle Shane said to me
still hit pretty hard.
Just about Paige being an innocent victim.
- Yeah, but, baby, you are not that person anymore.
* *
- No, I am, though.
Ciara, I can't change what I did.
And I've been thinking about it.
And the more I do think about it,
I realize that being guilty isn't helping anything.
I just have to be better.
I just have to try and help wherever I can,
whenever I can.
* *
- That sounds like a plan.
I love you.
- I love you more.
* *
- Congratulations on the article.
You absolutely killed it. - Thank you.
Although I'm a little annoyed
that my hopefully prize-winning article's
about Leo Stark inadvertently saving the world.
- Yeah, but I mean,
at least the emerald's back where it belongs.
- True.
Man, I should have known he was playing us
with all that talk
about getting us out of our comfort zone
when he was really just trying to make off with the emerald.
- [chuckles] - Yeah.
* *
I mean, he kinda has a point. - I'm sorry.
Did you just say something about Leo having a point?
- [laughs] Well, I mean...
you know, we should go out more.
Have some fun.
Just the two of us. - Oh.
- Okay, okay. What about the three of us?
- Mm.
- I'm not saying I'm gonna be,
you know, putting on a dress and heels anytime soon
but last night was a lot of fun.
And it made me realize how much I really miss you guys.
- Okay, well, then let's do it again soon.
- Yeah, yeah, I mean,
let's make, like, bros' weekend a regular thing.
- Deal. No Leo next time. - [laughs]
- Yeah, no, you can count on that, believe me.
- Aw.
- Love you boys.
* *
- Well, you don't have to worry.
This is no longer a lethal weapon.
The top ISA technicians have dismantled all that.
- I thank you.
The whole of Alamainia thanks you.
Are you all right?
Maybe I was wrong, but it seemed that you felt
that what Dimitri did wasn't just evil.
It was a personal betrayal somehow.
- I just hate that he fooled me.
- Well, he did have the full backup of the ISA.
- I still feel used.
- Perhaps this is not my place to say,
but when the pain of his betrayal begins to well up...
- I don't really want to talk about it.
I don't want to talk about it.
- You could remember the look on his face
when you were about to shoot off his precious jewels.
- Well, I do actually like that advice.
- Well, I have more advice.
You just saved the world.
Think you deserve a night off.
Why don't you come and have dinner at the castle?
- Well, I left my tiara in New Orleans.
- Well, I'll let you in on a little secret.
The Alamainians are lousy with tiaras.
* *
- Well, I would have to ask my boss.
Boss, what do you think?
- Well, Agent Reed, I hope you haven't forgotten
that we need to submit a full debrief to headquarters.
- Oh, right. I forgot. I did forget that.
- Yeah, and they will be expecting us to be able
to give them a detailed history of the Alamainian Peacock.
- Detailed history, well, that is a stroke of luck
since they happen to be the world's foremost authority
on the history of the Alamainian Peacock.
- Ah, well, then that seems to settle it.
Agent Reed, your assignment, should you choose to accept it,
is to have dinner with this guy.
* *
[laughter]
- Well, this certainly was an eventful weekend.
- You can say that again, pumpkin.
[laughter]
- Yeah, we'll have to do this again.
Next time, minus the international crime spree.
- Yeah, about that, that was Billie.
So the ISA has dropped all the charges against me.
- Ah, well, that was big of them,
being it was an ISA agent that set you up in the first place.
- Yeah.
But my Carrie figured it all out.
- I realized it had to be someone
who knew they'd get the gems back after Austin was caught,
and if John and I hadn't found them here,
Austin would've been busted at the airport.
- Because of the phony trip that Graham set up.
- You know, I was thinking Graham probably planted
those gems when he came over here
to interview us about Kristen posing as Sister Mary Moira.
- Ah.
Well, I'm glad this is all over.
So good to see Austin back with Carrie where they belong.
- Yeah. Hear, hear.
[all chuckling] - Yeah.
I'm thinking that it's time to have last hugs
and take some pictures before we all head to the airport.
- [sighs] - Oh.
- Okay. Sad but true.
* *
Mm.
[camera shutter clicking]
* *
- Well...
what do you say?
Are you ready to take me back to Salem?
- You got it, Doc.
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