Lois' Apartment, Bensonhurst:
Sonny(and Lois enter still covered in food)I can't believe your mother 
made us come home like this?
Lois:Ma's trying to teach us a lesson. But what are you complaining 
about. She's given us a good excuse to take a shower together.
Sonny:I like the way you think. (they begin kissing as the undress each 
other)I had fun, tonight. You know, it's strange. We'r always fighting, 
but I enjoy it. It's good-natured and kind of fun. It's not like when I 
used to fight with Brenda. We really said some mean, vicious and hurtful 
things to each other.
Lois:(pulling his shirt off)Well, there's a good reason for that. We've 
been bickering since we were children. And, when we fight now we fight 
like children, not like two adults trying to wound each other. We enjoy 
baiting each other, we always have. We'll never be all mushy and 
lovey-dovey with each other. That's just not us. (she pulls him down on 
the bed with her)
Sonny(tries to pull away)Cerullo, we're all sticky. I want to wash this 
salad dressing out of my hair.
Lois:(she pulls him back down to her) We can take a shower later.(then 
she pulls him in a kiss. The phone begins to ring)
Sonny(makes a move to answer it, while Lois continues to kiss him)The 
phone. It could be important.
Lois:Forget about it. The answering machine will get it. If it's 
important, we can call back. (They resume kissing, then Brenda's voice 
fills the room)
Brenda:Lo, this is Bren. I'm coming to the city, tomorrow, to do some 
shopping. I need to find the perfect dress and I need you to help me 
find it...
Sonny(sits up and begins to remove his shoes)Typical Brenda. Does she 
even ask you if you've got other plans? No, she just assumed you'll drop 
everything for her.
Lois:Sonny, are you all right?
Sonny:This is crazy. Everytime Ned or Brenda call, I feel like I'm doing 
something wrong. Like we're cheating on them or something.
Lois:I know. I feel the same way. But we're not doing anything wrong. We 
have a right to be together.
Sonny:I love you.
Lois:I love you, too.
Sonny(takes her hand)Let's go take that shower, now. (they walk into the 
bathroom never once looking back as Brenda continues talking in the 
background)

Port Charles Hotel Bar:
Carly:Miss Bell, why have you asked me to meet you here?
Kat:Carly, are you aware I run Deception?
Carly:The perfume place? Yeah, what of it?
Kat:I want to make you my new Face of Deception.
Carly:I'm not a model.
Kat:Neither was Brenda Barrett when she started out. You came to this 
town and seduced your mother's husband. Carly, you are the Face of 
Deception.
Stefan(comes up to their table)Katherine, I can see you're busy. I'll 
wait at the bar until you're finished.
Kat:That you, Stefan. Now where was I?
Stefan(sees Bobbie sitting at the bar and takes the seat next to 
her)Hello, Barbara.
Bobbie:In all the bars in all the world you had to walk into mine.
Stefan:Casablanca. Even I've seen it. What are you doing here, Barbara? 
Are you meeting someone?
Bobbie:What I do or don't do isn't any of your business, any longer. 
We're not married anymore, remember. What are you smirking at?
Stefan:Private joke. You didn't answer my question.
Bobbie:If I do, will you go away.
Stefan:Perhaps.
Bobbie;Oh, all right, I'm meeting a man, if you must know. I don't know 
his name. He rescued me from a mugger on the docks and he's returning my 
purse to me. Satisfied?
Stefan:Do you really think that's wise?
Bobbie:Do you really care?
Stefan:Barbara, the man could be a homicidal maniac.
Bobbie;After you, that would be a step up.

Sonny's Office, Manhattan:
Sonny(face lights up as Jason enters)Jason, it's so good to see you. 
God, I've missed you.(they embrace)
Jason:I've missed you, too. Are you sure it's safe for me to be here.
Sonny:Haven't you heard. The mafia's moving into Wall Street. One more 
gangster more or less won't make much of a difference. Stocks and bonds 
are a great way to lauder money. You should think about getting into it.
Jason:How exactly does it work.
Sonny:You set up a fake company and sell stock in it through a broker 
and investors buy stock in the company. But what's really going on is 
you have shills use the money you want laundered to buy stock in this 
fake company you've set up and once the money's in the "company" you can 
move it to an offshore bank account. Of course you should use a broker 
whose getting a little piece of the pie because an honest broker might 
figure out what you're doing and report you to the FCC which will get 
you in trouble with the Feds and before you can say, "Do not pass Go. Do 
not collect $200." You'll be hearing a jail cell door slamming behind 
you.
Jason:I'll think about it and I'll look into it before I leave for Port 
Charles so if anyone followed me here, they'll think that's what I was 
doing in your office and won't be suspicious of you.
Sonny:I take it you have news for me. Ned agreed to my terms?
Jason:What choice did he have. Your his only hope to keep ELQ out of 
Jax's grubby paws. He's so desperate he'd probably be willing to deal 
with the devil.
Sonny:I'm sure if he knew who Michael Corelli really was that's exactly 
who he'd think he was dealing with.(he rubs his hands together in 
anticipation and begins pacing the floor)All right, I want you to tell 
Ned to keep my involvement in this quiet until the very last moment.
Jason:Why?
Sonny:I want Jax to sink as much money as possible into his takeover 
attempt before I pull the rug out from under him. It's the closet thing 
I can come to bankrupting him.
Jason:You could bankrupt Jax?
Sonny:Yeah, it would be ridiculously easy. Except for Miss Ardanowski, I 
doubt any of his employees are all that loyal to him. If I offered one 
of them enough money to become my mole, they could tip me off to which 
companies Candyboy is trying to takeover and I'd be able to get to them 
first and keep bailing them out while Jax kept pouring more and more 
money into one unsuccessful takeover after another until we was cash 
poor.
Jason:Then why don't you?
Sonny:Because of Jerry Jacks. I like the guy. He's nothing like Jax. 
And, unfortunately, to take down Jax, I'd have to take down Jerry, as 
well and I'm not willing to do that because I've come to think of him as 
a friend. 
Jason(looks at his watch)I'd better be going.
Sonny:Jason, I should probably warn you about this before you go. You're 
not the only Port Charles denizen visiting the Big Apple, today. 
Brenda's here, too.
Jason:What's she doing here?
Sonny:She came to shop. I'm keeping myself scarce until Cerullo calls me 
to tell me she's gone back home. So, in case you happen to run into her, 
you'd better have a good cover story ready.

Ladies Department, Bloomingdales:
Lois(looking through a rack of dresses)So what is this dress for?
Brenda:You're not going to believe this. Jax is throwing this big 
charity fundraiser, but he's so modest he's going to let a friend of his 
take the credit for it. Isn't he wonderful. I'm the luckiest woman in 
the world to be married to Jax.
Lois:(Holds up a dress)What about this one?
Brenda:Oh, I don't know. I have to find the absolute perfect dress to 
make Jax proud of me. I'm not sure that's it. Oh, I wish Jax was here to 
help me decide.
Lois:Bren, you know I handle more than musicians at C&C. I also manage 
actors, dancers and models. If you wanted to get back into modelling, 
I'm sure I could help you.
Brenda;Lo, why would I want to do that. I have the perfect life, now. If 
Jax has to go out of town, I can go with him. I wouldn't want modelling 
to take one moment away from the time I can spend with Jax.

Port Charles Hotel Bar:
Stefan(smirking)Well, it looks like your mystery man stood you up, 
Barbara.
Bobbie:Why are you still here?
Jerry:Hey, Red, sorry I'm late. I got tied up on a business call and it 
took longer than I expected.
Bobbie:It's about time. If you had just sent me my purse you could have 
saved me all this hassle.(she turns to look at him and when she gets her 
first real good look at his face her eyes widen in shock and she faints)

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