Fifth Floor Corridor, The Ritz Hotel:
Carly(and Sonny step out of the elevator)So, tell me you didn't enjoy, tonight. I dare you to. Just tell me.
Sonny:All right, I enjoyed it. The danger of being caught trying to steal the Renoir. Walking through that party with the painting hiddeon on me with no one none-the-wiser. Life on the edge is one of the things that I always loved about being in the mob. Living life by the seat of your pants and depending on your wits to get you out of any tight spot you happen to land yourself in. But that doesn't mean I'm enjoying having some guy whose name I don't even know pulling my strings and forcing me to dance to his tune. That I hate.
Carly:Sonny, Brenda doesn't understand this side to you the way I do. She doesn't accept it. Why can't you just see it's never really going to work between the two of you and come back to me where you truly belong and where you'll truly be happy.
Sonny:Give it up, Carly.
Carly:No, Sonny, why don't you give it up. You may love Brenda, but you two want radically different things out of life. You want danger and excitement and Brenda wants safety and security.
Sonny:It isn't going to work, Carly.
Carly:No, you and Brenda are what isn't going to work. To be with Brenda, you have to be someone you don't want to be and live a life you don't want to live and in the end you're going to be absolutely miserable.
Sonny:But I'll be blissfully happy with you, wondering what stunt you're going to pull next, right?
Carly:At least you and I want the same things out of life. Which is more than you can say for you and Brenda.
Sonny:Why don't we just drop this.(he inserts the key into the lock of the door of their room)
Carly:Why? Because you know I'm right.
Faison:(is waiting in the room for them as they enter holding Michael)I was wondering when you two would be back. But Michael has been keeping me company. (he bounces him on his knee)Haven't you, Michael.
Sonny(rushes forward and yanks Michael out of Faison's arms)You keep your hands off my son.(he looks wildly around the room)Where's the babysitter.
Faison:I toldher she could leave.
Sonny:How dare you come in here and send our babysitter away.
Faison:I dare anything I please. Do you forget that you work for me. Speaking of which, have you got my painting for me.
Sonny:(opened his jacket and pulled it out of his waistband while still holding Michael)Here, it is. Take it and leave.
Faison(unrolled the canvas and inspected it)Excellent. Mrs. Corinthos, perhaps you should try teaching your husband some manners. It's not wise to talk to one's employer that way he just talked to me.(he rolled the canvas back up)You two should leave Paris as soon as possible. It's not wise to hang around the scene of your crime for long.(he takes out an envelope full of money and holds it out to Sonny)Your payment for a job well done.(Sonny refuses to take it and keeps a tight grip on the baby, so Faison throws it down on the bed)I'll be in touch with the both of you when I have a new assignment. Until then, au revoir.(he walks out the door)

Bobbie and Stefan's Bedroom, Martha's Vineyard:
Stefan(watching Bobbie angerly pace the floor)Barbara, I wish you'd calm down.
Bobbie:Stefan, I know she's your daughter. I know you want to bond with her. I can understand that because I wanted to do the same thing with Carly. And I want to help you bond with her any way I can. But if she makes one more catty remark about Carly, her and me are going to have big problems.
Stefan:Barbara, it's not like Brenda doesn't have reasons.
Bobbie:Oh, please, if Brenda hadn't "died" when she did, she would have married Jax. She would have been married to Jax when Sonny came back to town. Instead, when she came back to town and found Sonny and Carly married, she did everything in her power to ruin things between them and she succeeded. From where I'm sitting Carly is the one who has reasons to dislike Brenda, not the other way around.
Stefan:Barbara, I thought we agreed to disagree about our daughters and not let their problems become ours and adversely affect our own relationship together.
Bobbie:Stefan, that's easier said than done. You're already defending Brenda to me, and you haven't even told her she's your daughter. And once you do things are only going to get worse. When Carly finds out Brenda is your daughter there's going to be big trouble. Trust me, I know my daughter and this news isn't going to sit well with her. And, of course, Brenda is going to expect you to take her side and Carly will expect me to take her side and once we're married Carly will try to make you take her side over Brenda's and Brenda will try to make me take her side over Carly's. In other words, we're going to have a big mess on our hands and it's bound to cause trouble between us in our relationship.
Stefan:Well, then, we'll just have to make sure they don't make their problems become ours. Barbara, it took us a long time to get back to where we are in our relationship, and I don't intend to let either of our daughters ruin it for us.

Brenda's Bedroom:
Brenda(opens the door to Jagger)Jagger, what do you want?
Jagger:(leaning in the doorway)I was just wondering if you ever managed to get in touch with Corinthos on the phone.
Brenda:Not that it's any of your business, but no, I didn't.
Jagger:I wonder where Sonnyboy could be and if it's anywhere with his little blonde wife and a nice big bed. You know what they say, don't you, Bren. While the cat's away the rat will play.
Brenda:Jagger, you're disgusting. What happened to the guy I used to know.
Jagger:His brother chose Sonny Corinthos over me and he died because of that choice. That's what happened.(he caresses her cheek)If you find yourself getting a little lonely in that big bed of yours in the middle of the night, my bedroom's two doors down on the right. I'll even leave the door unlocked for you and a candle burning in the window.
Brenda:Don't bother. I won't.(she shoves him out the door and slams it in his face)
Jagger(chuckles)We'll see.

Robert and Anna's Apartment, The Brownstone:
Robert:I finally got the report backa on Brenda Barrett's past. The only Veronica she supposedly knows is her mother, Veronica Barrett.
Anna:Well, it can't be her. What mother would want to kill her own child.
Robert:Not so fast. I wouldn't be so sure she's not the Veronica we heard with Helena. You see, Anner, Veronica Barrett is no June Cleaver in the mother department. She nearly killed her daughter when she floored the gas pedal of the car they were driving in and sent it over a cliff. She's also wanted for questioning in the deaths of several men in Europe.
Anna;You're right, Veronica Barrett could be our woman. But the question remains, what is her connection to Stefan Cassadine.
Robert:Just another piece of the puzzle, luv, just another piece of the puzzle we have yet to find.

















































































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