Previously on "The Mysteries of Our Lives"
Samantha: Good, I am so through here.
Brock: "We both know that is far from the truth and I am even now more determined to prove that to you." (~)
Kasey: That can never happen, Michelle. I love you too much to even look twice at another women. (~)
Rochelle: Anton, you're still here?
Anton: What happened to you?
***Royce: (he opens the door, and Samantha lets herself in as Royce hits the light switch) I know tonight did not turn out the way you hoped.
Samantha: (kicking off her high heals as her behind hits the couch) You could say that again. I can not believe that the one restaurant we chose, Brock would show his face there.
Royce: (closing the door and walking over to her near the couch) You know, I've been wandering something because of the way you and Brock are always going at it.
Samantha: What is that?
Royce: Why did you and Brock break up?
Anton: What the hell happened to you?
Rochelle: What are you talking about?
Anton: You look like you got run over by a truck, and what is that on your shirt?
Rochelle: What? (her eyes are averted downward) Oh . . . That's ketchup, what else would it be?
Woman: (approaching Kavina at a patron's front door) What are you doing?
Kavina: I'm here to see Leonard Stone, but he isn't answering.
Woman: (the maid knocks and then voices at the door before helping her way inside) Mr. Stone, you have a visitor.
Kavina: Is he there?
Woman: (she looks around, but spies no side of him) Im afraid not, his bed doesnt look like its been slept in.
Taneia: Crystal, a murder? What are you talking about?
Crystal: No, no. (gun shot in vision) Aah!!
(theme music)
***Crystal: (gasping for air) I need some water.
Taneia: Okay, hold on. (she wanders offer for a moment to grab a glass, then comes back in and hands it to Crystal)
Taneia: Here, drink up. Now tell me why the hell you're scaring me like that?
Crystal: My vision, it was horrible.
Taneia: That is all they are . . . visions.
Crystal: No, this was real.
Michelle: Kasey, could you get the door, please?
Kasey: Sure honey. Who could that be at this hour?
Women: Hello Kasey.
Kasey: Shaquanna Nichols, long time no see.
Shaquanna: Well, I'm back and it is urgent I speak with Michelle.
***Samantha: I rather not discussed that . . . ever!
Royce: What a gentle way of putting it.
Samantha: I'm sorry. Its just I have no idea why we broke up. He called off the engagement with no reason as to why.
Royce: (blinks twice) Wait a minute, you were engaged to be married to this guy?
Anton: I dont know, you tell me.
Rochelle: Why do I feel like I'm on trial here?
Anton: I'm sorry I'm making you feel that way. I mean, I don't understand why you would feel that way, you have nothing to hide.
Rochelle: Stop badgering me okay, I did it.
Anton: Did what?
Taneia: I called Darron, he's on his way.
Crystal: What can he do?
Taneia: He's more better at comforting you than I am.
Crystal: You're doing just fine, it almost like you are your regular self.
Taneia: What's that supposed to mean?
Crystal: Nothing. It just you haven't been very nice to me lately and . .
Taneia: What? That means something wrong with me. You know what, forget it, I have to go and find this Laura Sedwick.
***Woman: God this room is such a mess for a man that didnt use his bed -- (screams)
Rochelle: Nothing, you were just making me feel defensive.
Anton: Thats what I don't get: Why are you feeling so defensive?
Rochelle: Just let it go, it will be best for everyone.
Anton: Where were you tonight?
Rochelle: I thought I said to let the subject go.
Anton: I can't when I think that you are lying about something.
Michelle: What is that you need?
Shaquanna: Well, I know that I have been away enjoying the nice city air, but I felt it was time I come back.
Michelle: I thought you'd be back in another week or so because of the timing of the photo shoots.
Shaquanna: No, for some reason I had to be here.
***Shaquanna: I will get to the point as to why I am here Michelle. We need to discuss what's been going on since I've been away.
Michelle: Why ask me?
Shaquanna: because I trust you, now has there been anything you seen that we can finally use to get rid of that spoil rich brat Widlin.
Darron: Are you okay?
Crystal: I'm fine, but I'm going to need your car if I am going to stop Taneia in time.
Darron: Stop Taneia?
Crystal: She is about to confront a very unstable woman, it could be very dangerous.
Darron: Who would the unstable one be?
Crystal: Oh come on.
Woman: Yes, I would like to report a murder. The victim is one of my tenants . . . Leonard Stone.
***Rochelle: Look, I am really tired and it is late.
Anton: Come on, you're a lawyer. You are use to running long hours.
Rochelle: It's just been a frustrating day.
Anton: (thinking) "I dont care what you say, I am convinced something ugly went down last night."
Michelle: I don't understand.
Shaquanna: I am sick of the Pierre's thinking they are entitled to everything. It takes all that is in me to be civil to Widlin, but I know she has a secret and I want to know what it is.
Michelle: She seems like a perfectly wonderful woman to me.
Shaquanna: Anyone ever told you that looks are deceiving. Besides that, she's a Pierre and there lies goes as far as the first generation.
Samantha: Yeah, so?
Royce: So you were planning to marry someone and no call to your brother. Were you even going to tell me?
Samantha: Look, things were going too way to fast. Me and Brock were acting on impulse. However, I would have made sure that my brother was at my wedding.
Royce: I just want to know one thing . . . Are you over Brock?
Samantha: No, I guess a part of me never got over him, but I cannot allow myself to be hurt by him again.
Royce: You can choose who you love, but as long as you have those feelings, Brock is not leaving and you can count on that.
*STAY IN TUNE FOR SCENES"
Coming soon on "The Mysteries of Our Lives"
Taneia: Are you Laura?
Laura: What is it to you?
Taneia: Give me our bankroll, you bitch. (~)
Jessica: Why don't you just go back to Hallandale without me and send me a divorce while you're at it. (~)
Kavina: Leonard Stone was murdered! (~)
Mark: I could never be with anyone who couldn't be honest.