At the Brady Pub, Brady waited impatiently at the unattended bar. "Who do I have to bribe to get service around here?" Brady eventually called out, looking around the place with a sigh of irritation. "Me," Eric replied, emerging from the kitchen.
Brady was surprised to see that Eric was working at the pub. Eric explained that Roman was running errands. Nodding, Brady started to leave. "Wait -- you don't have to do that. Stay. I -- I won't bite," Eric assured Brady, who reluctantly returned to the bar. "What do you want?" Eric asked. "What I want is a double scotch on the rocks, [but] what I will order is a club soda," Brady replied.
"Tough day?" Eric guessed while preparing Brady's drink. Nodding again, Brady began to tell Eric about everything that had happened since Theresa had returned to Salem.
"And you're only drinking club soda?" Eric asked at the end of Brady's tale, clearly impressed. "E for effort," Brady joked with a shrug. Eric didn't want to make matters worse but couldn't help wondering if Brady was truly over Theresa. Scoffing, Brady guessed that Theresa had gone to Eric for backup -- and that Eric had agreed to help Theresa because, after all, blood was thicker than water.
"[Look], I happen to be in love with someone else now," Brady reminded Eric. "And, furthermore, if anyone's bad for me, that would be Theresa. [I mean], forget about how she was when she left; remember how she was in the very, very beginning? [Well], she's reverted back to that," Brady added. Eric was quick to stress that Theresa had a good heart and only acted out in times of desperation.
Changing the subject, Eric admitted that it was nice to be having a civil conversation with Brady again. "I was just telling my dad how much I miss having my brother in my life. Maybe you and I could --" Eric began to add.
Meanwhile, Brady received a text message. "It's the publicity director of the magazine, [asking questions I can't answer] because I work for Theresa now. [Look], I gotta take care of this," Brady explained to Eric with a sigh of frustration before starting to leave. Eric urged Brady to give Theresa one more chance to do the right thing. "Even if I was open to that, I don't know where she is," Brady admitted. "I do," Eric replied.
Theresa burst into J.J.'s studio apartment and excitedly began to share some good news. J.J., who was in the midst of a workout, complained that Theresa was going to make him lose count if she kept talking. She teasingly shouted random numbers as he finished a set of repetitions and set aside his dumbbells.
"Oh, good -- you're done! [So], I took your advice -- I went over to Victor's to talk to Brady -- [and Brady] wasn't there, but Victor was, and that wonderful old goat -- oh, he gave me just the weapon I need to screw up Brady and Eve!" Theresa told J.J. with a squeal of delight. "Oh, for God's sake -- will you please just put a shirt on, okay? It's kind of distracting," she added, turning away from him.
J.J. complied while pointing out that Theresa wasn't exactly qualified to run a magazine. "Bella is a fashion magazine, and, if you recall, I was [once] a fashion designer of some renown," she reminded him. "But don't you have to sell advertising, and manage entire departments, and make money?" he countered. "Blah, blah, blah -- you're missing the point, [which is that] Eve -- and, more importantly, Brady -- work for me now, [and that means] that Brady can't cut me out of his life [anymore]," she bragged. "[And] once we're working side by side, Brady's gonna remember how much he loves me!" she predicted.
J.J. doubted that things were going to work out the way that Theresa was hoping they would. "If I was Brady, I would hate your guts right now," J.J. warned. "[But] you're not Brady," Theresa dismissively countered. "[And how else] am I supposed to remind him of the love that we had for each other? [I mean], I needed to get in his orbit, [and that's what] I did," Theresa continued. "Whether he likes it or not," J.J. added.
Theresa defensively insisted that Brady didn't really want a life with Eve. "[He still] loves me, [but] he's not willing to admit it to himself," Theresa continued, drawing a look of skepticism from J.J. "I'm serious! [Look], if Eve and Chloe hadn't come over [the other night]... I mean, [Brady and I] were thisclose to making love!" Theresa stressed. "I didn't ever need to know that," J.J. protested, chuckling uncomfortably.
"Yeah, well, it's true!" Theresa maintained. "You know, if those two bitches had just shown up, like, an hour later, [Brady and I] would've [already] sealed the deal [by then, and he] wouldn't have listened to anything that came out of their mouths, you know? He would've had my back!" Theresa continued. "You put a lot of stock into your skills in that area," J.J. observed, clearly amused. "Well, I don't mean to brag..." Theresa replied.
Theresa grumbled that it was going to be difficult to find another opportunity to score some alone time with Brady because Eve was always going to be nearby at work. J.J. guessed that Theresa, who had always been quite resourceful, would figure something out sooner or later. "I knew you were trouble the first time I met you," J.J. added, chuckling. "As I recall, you loved that about me," Theresa teasingly countered.
Meanwhile, someone knocked on the apartment door. Theresa was delighted to see that the visitor was Brady. "I was hoping that we could talk," Brady told Theresa, who quickly shot J.J. a look. "Oh. Right. I was just going out," J.J. claimed, taking the hint. After J.J. left the apartment, Theresa cheerfully stated that it was nice to finally have a chance to catch up with Brady without anyone else around to derail things.
"I didn't come here to catch up; [I came here] to ask a favor," Brady clarified. "You know I'd do anything for you," Theresa replied without hesitation. "[Then] cut the crap and give me back the magazine," Brady demanded.
Brady insisted that Theresa wasn't qualified to run a magazine. "And Eve is? She's a lounge singer!" Theresa incredulously countered. Ignoring the point, Brady made it clear that Theresa's plan wasn't going to work. "I know you're trying to insert your way back into my life to get me back, [but] I love Eve, [and] there's nothing you can do to change that," Brady stressed with finality.
"Fine, okay? You can have Bella...[but only if] you make love to me one last time -- right here, right now," Theresa seductively replied.
At the Brady Pub, Eric handed J.J. a menu and apologized for the delay. "It's all good, man -- I'm just here killing time [because] I got kicked out of my place so Theresa and Brady could talk," J.J. explained. "Could you tell how it was going?" Eric asked curiously. "I didn't have time. She wanted me gone," J.J. replied. Nodding, Eric thanked J.J. for having given Theresa a place to stay for the time being.
"[Look], I've known Theresa all my life. She's my cousin, [and] I love her. [But] I care about you, too, [so]...don't let yourself get dragged into what I'm pretty sure could be a mess," Eric advised J.J. before walking away.
At the Horton Town Square, Claire took a quick break from work to talk to Eve, who was clearly annoyed. "[Ciara] decided she wasn't gonna show up for her first big photo shoot. She didn't call, she didn't leave a message -- she just blew us off," Eve explained with a sigh of frustration. "Sorry. I think that might be my fault," Claire admitted before proceeding to tell Eve about what had happened the previous night.
"No wonder [Ciara] is off hiding from the world!" Eve declared at the end of Claire's tale. "Sorry," Claire repeated. "Eh, you know what, honey -- I don't blame you; [I blame] the boyfriend," Eve replied. "I can't tell you how many times I used to tell Paige, 'You know, deep down, all men are just dogs.' I actually thought that Tripp was gonna be an exception to the rule, but...obviously, I was wrong," Eve added with a shake of the head.
"What about my Uncle Brady?" Claire countered. "Well, hmm...[okay], he's an exception to the rule," Eve agreed.
Claire insisted that Tripp really was an exception to the rule, too. "Last night wasn't [his] fault. I came on to him," Claire explained. "So...just one quick little fight, and he's [already] moved on to the next girl?" Eve asked incredulously, not yet ready to let Tripp off the hook. "Well, I'm not just any girl, you know. He's been into me for a very long time -- way before Ciara. But I was with Theo then," Claire clarified.
"But eventually [Tripp] was into Ciara," Eve pointed out, still not seeing a reason to give Tripp a free pass. "Yeah, but still...sometimes it's just really hard to get people out of your system, you know, if you really had a thing for them. [I mean], it's just...that feeling -- it never goes away, even if you think you've moved on to someone else," Claire countered before getting back to work. Eve sighed as Claire walked away.
Hope, still in Tripp's apartment, recorded an urgent voicemail message for Ciara. Meanwhile, Tripp remembered that Ciara had taken Wyatt along on a previous joyride. Tripp contacted Wyatt, who denied having seen or heard from Ciara recently. Hope, alarmed to learn that Ciara might have been on the motorcycle the previous night, contacted someone at the police station and told the person to keep an eye out for accident reports.
"God, this is all my fault! And if she has been in an accident..." Tripp began to fret. "Don't go there," Hope advised before rushing off to check in with various family members.
Claire finished working then returned to Eve's table and announced, "If Ciara's too broken up to [continue as] the face of Bella, I would be happy to help out. [I mean], I am the first runner-up." Eve was quick to point out that Claire was also the contestant who had rigged the competition. "[But] nobody really knows that, so...maybe I'll give you a call -- that is, if Bella hasn't gone up in smoke already," Eve added.
Claire was surprised to hear that Theresa had taken control of Bella. "[I know] you're really bummed out right now, but there must be something that you can do, right?" Claire reasoned with a shrug. Eve gave the matter some thought -- and soon got an idea.
At Club TBD, Doug emerged from the back office and approached Julie, who was staring intently at something on a tablet computer. "What is so interesting on that thing?" Doug asked curiously. "Gabi Hernandez is at it again!" Julie explained with a sigh of disgust. "She gets cleared from one murder, [and] now she's implicated in another one -- some inmate at Statesville," Julie elaborated as Doug tried to interrupt.
"Please, don't give me the lecture about how I mustn't be hard on Gabi Hernandez, [the] 'poor little thing,'" Julie preemptively protested as Doug continued trying to say something. "Maybe she didn't kill Andre, but she certainly killed Nick! And her brother is no better than she is! Rafe Hernandez is a liar and a cheater, and if I ever set eyes on that man again, I swear --" Julie continued, still refusing to give Doug a chance to speak.
"You'll what?" Rafe asked, approaching Julie and Doug. "I didn't see you come in," Julie admitted to Rafe, who had already guessed that. "Why didn't you say something?" Julie quietly asked Doug. "I tried!" Doug replied.
Rafe didn't bother to defend himself but was quick to stress that his sister was being framed for murder -- again. "[And she] wouldn't even be in prison were it not for Abigail," he pointed out. "[Look], all I ask is that you give my sister the same kind of understanding that you would give another family member," he added. "I want us all to get along...especially now that there's a chance Hope and I [could] work things out," he concluded.
Doug and Julie were both surprised to hear that Hope was thinking of taking Rafe back. "I will support whatever my daughter decides," Doug diplomatically vowed. "Let's see what happens next," Julie tiredly added.
Meanwhile, Hope burst into the club. "I really hope somebody here has seen Ciara since last night -- or at least heard from her -- because otherwise...I think she might be missing," Hope breathlessly explained. Doug, Julie, and Rafe each denied having seen or heard from Ciara recently. Julie started to blame Tripp for what had happened, but Hope quickly interrupted, lacking the patience to listen to one of Julie's tirades at that moment.
Rafe stepped aside to put out an APB on Ciara's motorcycle. Julie carefully suggested that it might be wise to start calling nearby hospitals, too. Nodding, Doug stepped aside to take care of that. "I'm scared to death that Ciara is lying somewhere, hurt, and there's no one there to help," Hope admitted to Julie, sighing worriedly. "Damn it -- that bike, that damn motorcycle..." Hope grumbled.
Rafe and Doug soon returned. Rafe reported that Ciara's disappearance had been logged at the Salem Police Department as well as the police departments of three neighboring counties. Doug, in turn, reported that none of the nearby hospitals had recently admitted a woman who matched Ciara's description. Doug optimistically guessed that Ciara was probably just hiding from the world at that moment out of pain and anger.
"Why isn't she answering her phone?" Hope wondered. "Maybe the battery died," Rafe suggested with a shrug. "Remember phone booths? Never missed them until now," Julie mused.
Doug and Julie soon went to make a sandwich for Hope, whose protests were ignored. "I'm trying so hard not to panic right now," Hope admitted to Rafe after Doug and Julie left. "It hasn't even been twenty-four hours [yet]," Rafe pointed out. "[But those] are the most important hours!" Hope worriedly countered. "I'm telling you, I have this really bad feeling. Where is she? Where is my daughter?" Hope fretted while accepting a hug from Rafe.
Tripp sighed as Claire, not Ciara, stepped into their apartment. Tripp was alarmed to hear that Ciara had been scheduled for a photo shoot that day but hadn't shown up for it. Claire was equally alarmed to hear that Hope didn't know where Ciara was, either. "It's like she just got on that bike and just...vanished," Tripp mused. "You're really worried," Claire observed. "I'm more than worried; I'm scared," Tripp admitted, fighting back tears.
At the cabin, Ben assured Ciara that he wasn't going to hurt her. She expressed skepticism and tried to move away from him but found that she was too injured to do so. "I'm sorry, but I'm pretty damn sure that your leg is broken, [so] you might want to keep from moving it," he advised her. "[And] if I wanted you dead, I would have left you on the side of the road," he added, causing her to suddenly remember the accident.
"Oh, my God -- I took that curve way too fast. I wasn't even looking at the road; I was thinking about them," Ciara recalled. "Who's 'them'?" Ben asked curiously. "I don't want to talk about it," Ciara insisted. "I get that. For the last couple years, all I've had is shrinks telling me to open up about my feelings. No fun. Glad that's over now," Ben mused.
Ciara found it hard to believe that Ben had been released from Bayview, so he showed her his release papers to prove that he was telling the truth. "This can't be right!" she incredulously protested. "That's exactly what everybody else said -- including your mother," he admitted. "[But no one] could find a single reason to keep me in that place," he continued. "Other than the fact that three people are dead, and you did it," she countered.
"I wasn't in my right mind back then," Ben explained. "And you are now?" Ciara asked skeptically. "Yes. Don't worry, Ciara. You don't have anything to fear from me. I promise," Ben stressed.
Ciara argued that Ben would have taken her to a hospital if he had truly wanted to help her. He explained that he didn't have a cell phone of his own and couldn't use hers to call for help because it was dead. He added that he couldn't drive her to a hospital because he didn't have a car. "[Look], I tried to carry you, [but]...you're a little heavy...[but that] was okay; [it's just that] I got lost, and then I realized I had to get you inside before the night came, and then I remembered this cabin," he continued. "I've been here before. I didn't want to have to come back, but there was nowhere else. It just brings back bad memories," he admitted, sighing.
Ciara was curious, so Ben explained how he had begun to regain his sanity -- and what he had done after he had been released. She wondered if he was trying to help her as another way of making amends. "[Not just that]; I also know what to do," he assured her. "My dad used to beat up on my mom and my sister, [so] I know how to tape up ribs and splint broken bones. And after Jordan and I took off, she finished off her physical therapy training [and] taught me even more," he continued. "You're in good hands," he promised before going to look for another blanket for her. "Yeah...I'm great..." she skeptically muttered.
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