Wyndemere:
Stefan:That's impossible. Why would someone want to kill Barbara.
Jagger:I have no idea. I'm only telling you what this situation suggests to me as a trained police officer. Someone stole a car, waiting for a chance to make a move on Bobbie, then abandoned the car after they tried to run her down. Do you have any idea who might want Bobbie dead?
Stefan:My mother.
Jagger:Your mother?
Stefan:Yes, my mother. She doesn't want me to marry Barbara, and she's be willing to kill her to make sure it doesn't happen.
Jagger:Now that she's tried and failed, do you think she'll give up.
Stefan:Not my mother. Her motto is, "If at first you don't succeed. Try, try, again." No, I know my mother. If she truly wants Barbara dead, she's not going to quit trying until she succeeds.
Jagger:If you'd like I can recommend a security agency you could hire to give Bobbie protection. And when I get back to the station,  I'll talk to the commissioner about give Bobbie a police guard.
Stefan:No, please don't do that. I'd like to keep the threat on Barbara's life just between you and me. Besides, I would have no way of knowing if the security agency or the police were secretly working for my mother.  My mother's talon's reach everywhere. Mr. Cates, you're the only one I can truly trust with Barbara's life. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but would you consider taking a leave of absence from the PCPD and come to work for me as Barbara's bodyguard?

Helena's Yacht:
Helena:I think the time has finally come for you to approach Michael.
Faison:Why? I thought we agreed we should wait until Corinthos' new life really begins to get to him.
Helena:Thanks to Ms. Barrett, it already has. She told Mr. Corinthos that she wanted to use the proceeds from her modeling to support their child because he couldn't afford to support both her child and Carly's child all on his measly little salary from Kelly's Diner.
Faison:Ms. Barrett is her own worst enemy.
Helena:Anyway, as we speak, Caroling is adding insult to injury by getting a job so she can support Michael, herself, which will really make Mr. Corinthos' current situation really get to him. Faison, you know the fragile male ego. No man can stand the thought of not being able to take care of their own. So he should be ripe for the picking about now.

Michael's Nursery, The Brownstone:
Carly(enters to find Sonny playing with Michael)I'm glad I found you here. I've done something I think you should know about.
Sonny:Oh, god, what have you done now.
Carly:Nothing for you to worry about. Actually, I've done something to help you out. I've gone out and got myself a job.
Sonny:You did what?
Carly:I went out and got a job. Sonny, Brenda made me realize whata kind of financial burden you're under. There's no way you can possibly support two children at the same time on your measly little salary from Kelly's Diner. And since you've chosen Brenda's child over mine, I think it's only appropriate that I be the one to support Michael, so you can support the child you picked.
Sonny:I did not choose Brenda's child over Michael. I picked Brenda over you. At no time have I ever picked one child over another. And I don't need you or Brenda to support my children for me. I can do that all by myself, thank you very much, and without any help from you or Brenda.
Carly:Sonny, get real. You can't even pay the rent. You had to make a deal with my mother to be the manager of the Brownstone so you could live here rent free. Because your salary from Kelly's just isn't big enough to pay rent and support you and Brenda, at the same time. So how can you possibly support two children. Look, I'd better go and get ready. I have to be at work in an hour.
Sonny:What's that you're carrying in your hand.
Carly:My costume. I got a job working as a cocktail waitress at Hoochies.
Sonny:You got a job working at Hoochies! The women there practically walk around naked.
Carly:But they make great tips. Besides, it was the only job I could get where I could be with Michael during the day and work at night.
Sonny:Let me see that outfit. (he holds up the skimpy bikini top)This thing will barely cover your breasts. (then he examines the even skimpier bottom half of the costume)This is a thong. If you wear this, your bare butt will be on display for everyone to see. You mayaswell be walking around naked. Forget it! You're not going to work at Hoochies. No wife of mine is going to put herself on display like this in front of a bunch of leering men.(he throws the costume into the trash)
Carly:Are you forgetting. I won't be your wife for very much longer.
Sonny:You're still my wife for the next six months. Until then you'll do as I say.(he heads for the door)
Carly:Sonny, where are you going?
Sonny:I can support you, Brenda and both my children without any help from either one of you and I can prove it.(he stomps out of the room and slams the door behind him)
Carly(smiles as she picks up Michael)Well, I'm glad your daddy didn't make me put on that disgusting outfit. If I did, he wold have figured out immediately, that we're going to have another baby together. I've really lit a fire under him. I think in no time, at all, you, me and Daddy are going to be back living in the penthouse together where we belong. Won't that be wonderful.

Helena's Yacht:
Helena(as Jagger enters)So, how did it go?
Jagger:Your son thinks you're the one whose trying to kill Bobbie.
Helena:Does he really? I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. If there's a thunderstorm, Stefan thinks I'm responsible for it. Actually, that comes in handy. Now I won't have to try and come up with a reason for someone wanting to kill Bobbie Spencer. Did he ask you to move into Wyndemere to protect his beloved from me?
Jagger:I move in, tomorrow. It seems your son believes I'm the only one he can reasonably be sure of that isn't working for you.(Helena throws backs her head and laughs)
























































































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