Transcript: Steve’s Jealous of Chris

Aired September 2, 1986

Background: Kayla is at Shenanigans and is preparing to give Steve the harmonica that she bought to replace the one that he lost. Steve comes in and sees Kayla. She becomes flustered. Britta calls to Steve and Kayla chickens out. Steve goes and sits with Britta. Kayla is standing there looking at them when Chris Kositchek comes over and talks to Kayla. He invites her to the Arts Counsel something or other. They move over to the bar and Steve can’t stop staring at them. Much to the chagrin of Britta. Steve and Britta chat about Gregory’s death. Then Steve turns around to watch Kayla leave with Chris. Kayla returns his look. Next we see a Salem picnic (several characters are there). Chris shudders and takes off his jacket.

C: Bit chilly. Here take this.

He puts the jacket around Kayla’s shoulders.

K: Matches my outfit.

Then we see Steve lurking in the bushes watching them. It starts to rain and everyone runs but Chris and Kayla (and Steve).

C: I’ve got the blanket.

C: I’m not sure this is much better.

K: Cozier anyway. (She giggles)

C: Put this over you.

The rain has let up. Steve is still hiding and watching them.

C: What I tell ya’? Did the rain stop or did the rain stop?

K: Oh, I love it after a rain. Everything smells so fresh.

C: Hey! You know what? I just had a great idea.

K: What?

C: Why don’t we take a walk? I’ll bet there’s some more of that smell right down there that road down there.

K: (giggles) I’ll go.

They take a walk and Steve walks over to where they just were. He sees a pay phone, reaches in his pocket, puts the money in the phone and starts to dial. Then he stops and hangs up. Just then it starts to rain again and Chris and Kayla come running back. Steve hides again. They run past and Chris yells to Kayla to run for the car. Steve comes out of hiding and makes his phone call. Then we see Britta in her room with a knocked out Bo on the bed and the phone is off the hook. Steve hears a busy signal.

S: That’s good, baby. You’re home. Right where I need you.

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