[Nervously, Laura shifts from side to side as her eyes continually stray back to the darkened doorway. Muttering to herself], Come on...Dammit Grace, I'm not falling for this.

Bob: Maybe we should...

Grace: [Grace's desperate voice echoes up from underground.] Laura come quick! [Unsure, Laura stands frozen.] Laura please!

[Something in the pleading quality of her voice spurs Laura into action. Taking a few cautious steps down into the cavern, Laura turns suddenly. Her solemn eyes latch onto Bob. Firmly], No matter what...don't you dare leave this door.

Grace: Laura! [Bob's silent nod goes undetected as Laura disappears into the inky black abyss.]

[Blindly feeling her way, Laura mumbles irritably. Finally a sliver of light splits the darkness.] God help you Grace if this is a trick...[Stopping, Laura's words catch in her throat. Audibly gasping, her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her.] What happened?

Grace: [Grace's haunted eyes capture Laura's before trailing over to Isabella's limp body. With vicious intensity], That frizzy-headed skank has been putting her slimy paws on what doesn't belong to her.

[Laura's brow furrows in concern as the tension swirls around her. Stepping forward she takes in John's prone form. Distractedly her hand reaches out to trail over his arm. Shifting closer to John, Grace's stare grows predatory as she swats Laura's hand away. Ignoring Grace's possessiveness, her steady voice cracks the silence.] Looks like tracks. [Sighing heavily], What was she injecting him with?

Sam: [Having forgotten all about Sam, Laura's attention is jolted by the sound of her slightly slurred and disoriented voice.] I don't know...[Turning, she meets Sam's glassy eyes.] But it packs one whale of punch.

What? [Looking squarely at Grace, Sam's eyes narrow.]

[Groaning, Sam tries to rise.] Ugh, don't you think the gaping wound in Isabella's head is a little more important that Salem's resident Stud Muffin? [Confused, Laura shrugs.]

Grace: [With fire in her eyes, Grace starts.] Shut up! I can't believe you...you're worried about that, that...we wouldn't even be in this damn situation if it weren't for her! [Seeing the angry tremors begin to pass over Grace's face, Laura lays a calming hand on her arm and re-directs her attention back to John.]

~~~

[Stooping over, Laura examines Isabella's wound. Looking intently at Grace, she mumbles.] Lord, were you trying to kill her? [The question dangles in the air as a strange light illuminates Laura's eyes--struggling to stifle a dry chuckle that soon spreads to Grace.]

Sam: [Finally managing to crawl to a seated position], What the Hell are you two laughing about?

[Quirkily], Well think about it...we're talking about killing someone who's already dead and buried. Oops! Guess that doesn't seem all that odd to you either...What ever happened to the good old days where if you left it was by means of insanity or sailing around the world...

Grace: [Dryly], Or permanent trips to the mailbox?

[Laughing], Yes. What about permanent trips to the mailbox? [Sam's stare is unwavering.] Fine. [Once again turning her attention back to Isabella], What in the world did she hit her with?

Sam: Bedpost...[Sarcastically], Oh yeah, "look close...we're still talking about Marlena." Right, Laura?

[Peevishly], Would you just shut up...Now is not the time for this.

Sam: [Woozily], And when would be a good time, after she actually kills someone?

[Pulling Isabella's bloodied peroxided hair away from her forehead, Laura grimaces at the steady flow of blood. Blindly reaching for the foot of the bed, she tugs on a blanket only to be stopped be the ungiving tension.]

Grace: No. [At the sound of Grace's brittle voice, Laura looks up into her thunderous eyes.]

[Softly], Honey, John is burning up with fever...He doesn't need this blanket. If you really want to help, start getting him out of those soaking wet clothes. [Looking intently at John's sweaty form, the blanket slips from Grace's fingers.]

Grace: [As Laura works to stem the blood, Grace's voice interrupts.] What about the chains?

Sam, look around...see if you can't find some water and some scissors or maybe a knife.

Sam: [Disbelieving], You want me to give her a knife or scissors? Think again!

You have a better suggestion for dealing with the chains?

Sam: How about a key, brilliant! [Clumsily, Sam rises and begins to riffle through the room.]

~~~

[Many moments pass in tense silence.] Sam?

Sam: [Sam's intense eyes remain trained in on Grace.] What?

We need help. [When no response is forthcoming, Laura continues.] I need you to go get Shane and Bo.

Sam: [Wide-eyed, Sam suddenly turns to Laura.] No way I'm leaving you with her. [Her eyes travel back to Grace's absorbed form.]

Why not if you're so convinced she's not your sister? [Snidely], Let me guess--delayed concern for me. [Sighing loudly], Fine; I'll go get help. [Shifting from her knees onto her feet], Come here.

Sam: What for?

[Her patience is quickly disappearing, Laura snaps.] Look you were the one who was so all fired worried about Isabella...I can't possibly go for help and keep applying pressure to the wound. So make up your damn mind! [Sam's eyes burn, but she kneels beside Isabella without further comment.]

Grace: [Grabbing the syringe off the table, Laura heads back towards the dark corridor. Catching a shadow of movement out of the corner of her eye, Grace's raspy whisper calls out to her.] Where are you going?

I'm going to send Bob for Shane...I won't be long.


confessed by Laura at 7:30 PM

Another One Bites The Dust and Vote Again

The hangover isn't letting me do a hell of a lot at the moment, so we'll make this easy, okay?

Isabella "Frizzball" Toscano, you're outta here. Bob, could you just like drag her to the ferry or something? I don't have the energy.

Everybody else, VOTE. Send your votes to the tribal council addy by midnight ET on Sunday.

Yeah. That pretty much wraps it up.
confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 5:36 PM

Sam: Satisfied?(smiling) Well, not quite but I guess it’s a start. God (looking down at Ikabella’s crumpled form on the floor.) that has got to be the frizziest hair I have ever seen.

Grace: I know. (laughing) Isn’t she pathetic?

John: Doc! Doc (moaning) is that you? Where are you? I can’t see you.

Sam: We’ve got find the keys and get these chains off him (leaning down over Ikabella, searching thru the frizz ball’s pockets in search of the keys.)

Grace: That’s a great idea. (spying the forgotten syringe on the floor) I’ll look in desk over here.

(Grabbing the syringe Grace uses Sam’s distraction to her advantage as she plunges the liquid filled syringe into the side of Sam’s neck)

Sam: What the f… (Falling backward and grabbing at her neck.) Why? Why did you…(taking her last few moment of consciousness to peer up into the face of her beloved sister only to find the dark, haunting eyes of a stranger.)


confessed by Samantha Evans at 5:12 PM

[Purses her lips as she looks at Laura.] So that's all the thanks I get?

Laura: [Irritably.] Thanks for what? A couple of glasses of bubbly and a piece of cheese? Weeks on this island being isolated one by one from all the people I know and care about? What exactly do you want from me Grace?

Bob: [Blinking.] Ummm.... would someone tell me what the heck is going on here?

[Stares at Laura for a long moment as the group falls silent.] Fine, if you want to be like that. [She shrugs as she turns back to the door.]

Laura: [Gives a laboured sigh.] And what is that supposed to mean?

[Pauses, her hand on the levered edge of the door.] Whatever. Do whatever you want, Laura. [She forces the door open and leans inside.] Sam. Samantha!?

Laura: [Catches Grace's arm.] Wait a minute.

[Turns angry golden eyes back on Laura.] You're not the only one that's tired. I'm sick of this damn island and I'm sick of everyone on it. You can all go to hell as far as I'm concerned. [Frustrated.] Goddamn it. Where the hell did that stupid twit go? [She starts down the steep flight of steps.] Samantha. Damn you, now is not the time to play games. If you want me to leave you down here, I will...

Bob: [Looks at Laura, utterly confused.] You mean she's not Marlena?

Laura: [Rolls her eyes.] Well done, Einstein. [Crosses her arms and leans against the rock.] I'm not feeling guilty you know. I refuse to play that game.

[Grace feels her way down the steps until she comes to the beginning of a long corridor carved into the rock under the island. Everything about it screams Stefano and she swears to herself that when she finds him again shell wring his pudgy neck for not telling her about this. Finally at the end of the corridor, she comes to an open door. Stopping inside she finds herself in a small bedroom. Sam stands in front of her, stunned by the scene in front of them. John is chained to a four-poster bed, his eyes glazed over and his skin pale. Isabella stands next to him with a syringe.] What the hell...?

Sam: Well, I guess we know where John disappeared to...

[Glares at Isabella.] You skank. What the hell do you think you're doing with my husband?

Isabella: [Laughs maniacally.] He's mine Marlena. He's allllll mine.

[Rolls her eyes.] Keep dreaming, you frizzy-haired freak 'o nature.

John: [His voice hoarse and dry, his eyes unseeing.] Doc?

Isabella: [Cackling like a chicken on crack.] And you're going to stop me?

[Sighs.] Something like that. [She's suddenly in front of Isabella and she bashes the Ickster's head against one of the posts on the bed. Isabella crumples to the floor in a heap.] Good riddance. [She turns to Sam.] Satisfied sister dearest.....?

confessed by Marlena at 8:22 AM

[A voice sounds from the door of the ISA room...] Guv'ner?

Bo? [Very surprised to hear his voice...] is that you old chum?

Bo: It's me all right. Long time no see Capt. Donovan.

What the hell are you doing here?

Bo: Uh, you kind of told me to come here...

I did? When was that? [It's clear that Shane is overwhelmed with the number of cases he's trying to solve simultaneously. He obviously doesn't remember summoning Bo to the island.]

Bo: On the phone...you told me to talk to John...did you forget that he was still here on the island?

[Realizing what happened...] I'm afraid I did. Things are absurd around here Bo. I think I'm going out of my bloody mind.

[They sit down and chat, with Shane trying to give Bo the brief version of everything that's happened on the island. At least 30 minutes pass.]

So, do you think you're willing to take this on with me? I can use the help of someone with your experience. It's not like Roman's any use on a case like this.

Bo: There really isn't anything to do at home. I haven't worked at the Salem PD in months. I never saw my sons when I was home anyway. So, sure, why not be here instead.

Well...I don't know that you can really stay here. You see, we're in this big game and we're kind of stuck here, with no help from the outside.

Bo: Actually as I arrived on the island I encountered that chick in charge of things...I think they called her the Big Bad Ass...well, she seemed a bit POed about my being here, but then sort of threw up her hands and basically gave me permission to stay. Does this gadget room of yours sleep two?

I've got plenty of room. But don't you want to be with your wife?

Bo: [Not really wanting to answer] I think I'd just like to pull up a floor here if you don't mind.

Be my guest. Now let's get down to business...

confessed by Shane Donovan at 12:10 AM