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HOPE: I just don't believe this.
BO: I'm having a hard time believing it myself, Fancy Face.
HOPE: They know Aiden. They know that he'd never kill anyone. He's not capable of something like that.
BO: I can tell.
HOPE: And Justin...oh, just wait until I see Justin again. I've got a few words for him, and they aren't "Happy Thanksgiving".
BO: Yeah, what does Justin have to do with this, anyway? He's not suddenly become a cop, has he?
HOPE: No, worse. He's the D.A.
BO: What's wrong with that? Justin's always been a good lawyer.
Hope nodded.
HOPE: He was. But, he's let his position of authority at the D.A.'s office go to his head. Until a few days ago, he swore up and down that Chad DiMera was the Necktie Killer. He went after him with a passion I've only seen from Justin in the courtroom.
BO: And now that he thinks Aiden is the killer, I'm sure he'll be just as eager to see his version of justice be served.
SALEM P.D.
Aiden and Roman were sitting in Roman's office.
ROMAN: Right. Let's get down to business.
Aiden put his hand up.
AIDEN: First of all, I'd like my phone call. Legally speaking, anyone who is placed under arrest is allowed at least one phone call.
Roman nodded.
ROMAN: All right. You got it. I want to do this by the book.
AIDEN: That sounds great to me.
Roman handed Aiden his desk phone. Aiden dialed a number. Then, he stood up.
ROMAN: I have some papers to file. I'll be right back.
Aiden nodded. Roman left.
AIDEN: Hi, it's me. Sorry to interrupt you on Thanksgiving. Been better, to be honest. Look, I know we agreed that you would be coming out here after I got Belle settled in, but it looks like we're going to have to speed things up. I need legal representation. I've been arrested. I'll have Hope fill you in on the details. I just need a lawyer, and fast. Okay. I'll see you soon. Thanks, bye.
Aiden hung up the phone. A few minutes later, Roman returned.
ROMAN: Got that all finished?
AIDEN: Yep. Just some business to take care of.
ROMAN: Very good. You know, Aiden, I'm really sorry about this, especially that it had to be on Thanksgiving. But, some evidence has come to light that points to you as the Necktie Killer. And, as much as I have my doubts about the validity of this evidence...
AIDEN: Hey, I understand. Rafe explained the whole situation to me on the way over here.
ROMAN: Good. That's good. You know, we want to do this by the book.
AIDEN: Of course. I couldn't agree more.
ROMAN: I'm glad to hear that.
AIDEN: Which is why I am invoking my right to remain silent until such time as my attorney is present.
ROMAN: Well, of course, that is your right.
Hope stormed in, followed shortly after by Bo.
HOPE: What the hell is going on here?
ROMAN: Hope, this is just a formality.
HOPE: A formality? Handcuffing my husband and arresting him on Thanksgiving is a formality.
ROMAN: We have evidence that points to him being the Necktie Killer.
HOPE: But he isn't! You know he isn't, Roman!
BO: Come on, bro. I barely know the guy and even I can tell that he's no murderer.
ROMAN: Look, whether I think he is or isn't the murderer isn't the point. The evidence suggests that he is.
HOPE: What evidence?
ROMAN: We have a necktie. The same kind of tie that the killer used on his victims. It has Aiden's prints on it.
HOPE: Impossible.
ROMAN: I thought so, too.
BO: Come on, bro. What happened to your detective skills? Surely even you know that this is circumstantial evidence, at best? I mean, come on, the killer can't be the only guy in this whole town who wears that specific brand of necktie.
ROMAN: Of course I know that, and don't call me Shirley.
BO: Besides that, you already have the killer. Weston, or whatever his name is.
ROMAN: Like I said, it's just a formality at the moment. Once Aiden's lawyer gets here, I'm sure he'll clear this all up.
Aiden handed Hope a piece of paper. She looked at it and nodded her head.
HOPE: I assume Aiden is, rightfully, using his right to remain silent. This note is him giving me the number of his lawyer.
Roman nodded.
ROMAN: I see.
HOPE: If you will excuse me, I will be right back.
Hope was about to walk out, but was stopped by Justin.
JUSTIN: Not so fast.
Hope glared at Justin.
HOPE: You. Do you even have any idea what you're doing?
JUSTIN: Of course I do. I'm promoting justice.
BO: By wrongfully accusing a man of murder? What the hell happened to you, man?
JUSTIN: Bo, good to see you're back. But, I don't think that you have any business judging me, not when you ran out on your family for three years.
HOPE: You have no right to speak to him that way!
BO: What are you even here for?
JUSTIN: I need to speak with you. All three of you.
ROMAN: Mr. Jennings over here has decided to use his right to remain silent.
JUSTIN: Good, then I can get through this with one less person interrupting me.
HOPE: What do you want?
JUSTIN: Roman, could you give us a moment alone, please?
Roman shook his head.
ROMAN: Mr. Jennings is in my custody.
JUSTIN: I am the D.A., Roman. Do you really, really think that I would try anything?
ROMAN: Never the less, I am doing this by the book. Mr. Jennings stays with me. Anything you have to say to him, you can say in front of me.
JUSITN: Great. Let's invite the whole town, shall we?
BO: Just say what you've gotta say and get it over with.
JUSTIN: Well, the reason that I wanted to speak with the three of you in private, is because it affects yours and Hope's marriage.
BO: Look, we've already been over this. I know that Hope and I are divorced.
JUSTIN: Actually, you're not.
HOPE: What?
BO: Come on, man! Let's get real here for a second.
HOPE: Of course Bo and I aren't married. I sent divorce papers.
JUSTIN: Which were never signed, where they?
HOPE: Well...no.
BO: I never got them.
HOPE: But I had divorced him on ground of abandonment. He didn't need to sign the papers. It was all above board.
JUSTIN: I'm sure it was, and now it's not. For, you see, Bo did not abandon you, as you put it. He had no way of getting the papers because he was away on a trip that he thought would last for a month at most, but ended up being held captive for three years. I have this all on recording.
HOPE: Were you eavesdropping?
JUSTIN: It's not eavesdropping when it's in a public place.
HOPE: It was still a private conversation!
JUSTIN: Well, then, you shouldn't have had it in a public place.
Bo moved towards Justin.
BO: I swear to god, man...
JUSTIN: You'll what? Hm? Let's think about this for a moment, Bo. Do you really want to threaten me, or even hint at threatening me in the middle of a police station, with your brother the police commissioner watching?
Bo took a deep breath.
BO (whispering): You're not worth it, anyway.
JUSTIN: There we go. Now, onto the matter at hand. Hope, your marriage to Aiden is null and void. Your marriage to Bo, however, is quite intact. As such, neither of you have any business in this room with Mr. Jennings.
HOPE: Actually, you will remember, Justin, that I am a detective for the Salem Police Department. Can you prove that I am not in here to assist Commissioner Brady with his questioning of Mr. Jennings?
ROMAN; I believe that that is exactly what she's doing here, so she does have business in this room.
BO: And can you also prove that I, a former detective and police commander, am not here to see about my chances of getting reinstated into the force? That I just happened to come talk to the Commissioner, here, and happened to walk in on he and Detective Brady questioning Mr. Jennings?
HOPE: Gotta admit, it sounds to me like we both have business in this room.
Justin took a deep breath.
JUSTIN: Fine. Stay, if you must. It doesn't really matter, anyway. We have enough proof to put Aiden Jennings away for a while.
MAN (V.O.): I doubt that.
A young man wearing a suit, with jet black hair, and a briefcase in hand, walked in the door. When he spoke, it was with an English accent.
JUSTIN: And just who are you?
MAN: Oh, you don't recognize me? Of course you don't. Why would you? It's been ages since we last met. I'm Aiden Jennings' attourney.
Aiden stood.
AIDEN: Thank you for coming so quickly.
The man put a hand to his lips.
MAN: I'm taking care of this. Now, Mr. Kiriakis...
JUSTIN: That's District Attorney Kiriakis, to you.
MAN: Fair enough. D.A. Kiriakis, it is impossible for my client to be guilty. For one thing, you have already caught the killer, a Mr. Benjamin Weston, I believe. There is, of course, the matter of the tie with my client's fingerprints on it. Which would look incriminating, of course, were it not for the fact that you've overlooked a major detail. If you had double checked, you would see that, while my client does have a few prints on this, but the majority of the prints on here belong to a Mr. Weston. I believe that Mr. Weston is already in custody, is he not?
JUSTIN: He is.
MAN: Then, you have no case against Mr. Jennings. By the way, I have seen Mr. Jennings wear that exact same tie on a number of occasions. The reason for it having a few prints is because it belongs to him, not because he used it to kill anybody. Again, no case. My client is free to go.
JUSTIN: Just one thing...who are you?
The man smiled, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Justin.
MAN: Andrew Donovan, attourney at law, and co-founder of J. & D. : J. & D. Law?
ANDREW: Jennings and Donovan. Aiden's idea. We went to law school together, then didn't hear from each other for a while. Just recently, we got back in contact, and here I am, ready to start a partnership with him.
HOPE: So, what does this mean for Belle?
AIDEN: Belle will still be working for us. She got an apprenticeship, after all. She knew from the beginning that she'd be working under both of us.
Aiden and Andrew shook hands.
AIDEN: Thanks for coming out here so quickly.
ANDREW: No problem.
Justin coughed.
JUSTIN: Well...since it seems that everything has been cleared up, I guess I will be going.
ROMAN: I think that would be wise.
Justin nodded and walked out.
BO: Andrew, good to see you.
ANDREW: Good to see you, too, Uncle Bo. Aunt Hope.
Andrew shook Bo's hand, and hugged Hope.
HOPE: Is what Justin said true?
ANDREW: How do you mean?
HOPE: About my marriage to Aiden being invalid?
ANDREW: I dunno. I'd have to look into it. If I'm correct, you divorced Uncle Bo on grounds of abandonment. And, as it turns out, he didn't actually abandon you at all. Since papers were never filled out, I'd say that yes, any marriage you had afterwords would be invalid.
HOPE: Oh...I see.
ANDREW: Sorry.
HOPE: It's not your fault. It's the law. And, things have been...interesting lately, to say the least.
AIDEN: They certainly have.
BO: So, is there anything else I can do?
HOPE: Get checked out.
Bo rolled his eyes.
BO: Fancy Face...
HOPE: Bo, get yourself checked out. I don't know what's going on with those dizzy spells you've had, but it's something.
ROMAN: Dizzy spells?
BO: I had one earlier today while Chelsea and I were setting up the Pub for dinner.
ROMAN: Well, I agree with Hope, little brother. You should get checked out.
BO: Okay...fine. It's already three against one, anyway.
HOPE: Do you need a ride to the hospital?
BO: No. Besides, you rode with me over here.
HOPE: I know. That's why I asked.
BO: I'm okay. Besides, I should leave you two alone to talk about things.
Bo gave Roman a salute.
BO: See ya later, bro.
Roman nodded. Bo and Andrew shook hands.
BO: Talk to you soon.
ANDREW: You can count on it.
Bo turned to leave.
AIDEN: Bo.
Bo turned back.
BO: Yeah?
AIDEN: Thank you for what you did back there.
BO: Don't mention it.
Aiden held out his hand. Bo shook it.
BO: I'll let you all know about the tests once they come in.
HOPE: You'd better.
Bo nodded and left.
DIMERA MANSION
André was on the phone.
ANDRE: Well, what the hell happened?!
Pause.
ANDRE: Oh, yes. The damned Donovan lawyer.
Pause. André took a deep breath.
ANDRE: No, no. I'll take care of it. It's what I should've done in the first place.
André hung up the phone. He scanned through it until he found a picture of Hope and Aiden at the Java Cafe.
ANDRE: Well Mr. Jennings and Detective Brady, now that you know your marriage is over, it's time to have some real fun.
André chuckled darkly.
ANDRE: They won't know what's coming for them.
SALEM UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
Bo sat in Daniel's office.
BO: Not that I don't like you or anything, Daniel, but is there some reason Kayla couldn't do this?
DANIEL: Well, there is the fact that she's your sister.
BO: And?
DANIEL: And as doctors, we shouldn't treat family.
BO: But, if that were true, Kayla wouldn't be able to treat half of her patients.
DANIEL: Regardless, I will be overseeing your treatment from here on out, whatever form that that takes.
BO: Great. So, do you have any idea of what's going on with me?
DANIEL: An idea, yes. But, I need to have it proven before I can prescribe any treatments for it. I just want to double check a few things. When you were being held captive, I'm guessing your nutritional habits weren't that great.
BO: Not by choice.
DANIEL: I'm not saying that.
BO: It was passable. Mostly meat and potatoes. Water. As a rare treat, I would occasionally get a half-empty bag of chips.
DANIEL: The living conditions?
BO: On Melaswen, they were okay, since it's identical to Salem. But, in the DiMera Mansion, they were pretty horrible.
DANIEL: Okay. And the methods of torture?
BO: Usually either a whip, a tazer, or on occasion, I would get injected with truth serum.
Daniel nodded as he wrote all this down.
DANIEL: And these dizzy spells, I know one happened earlier today. But, that isn't the first one, is it?
Bo took a deep breath.
BO: No. I've had them a few other times.
DANIEL: How many?
BO: I don't even know. A handful of times while I was on Melaswen, and about three times since I got back.
DANIEL: And you only got back a few weeks ago.
BO: Beginning of the month.
Daniel wrote more down.
DANIEL: Right. I'm gonna have you get a head CT, a full body scan, and quite possibly a few other tests.
BO: Okay. So...if this is what you think it is, how serious will this be?
DANIEL: Let's just wait until we have the results to worry about that.