Ballroom, Wyndemere:
Sonny(sipping champagne)All right, Luke, how'd you do it. How'd you get 
Candyboy to keep his big yap shut. I spent the whole ceremony just 
waiting to hear the sound of his mushy mouth saying(he mocks 
Jax)Mirander, Sonny and Brender slept together. I wasn't able to breathe 
easy until Miranda and I were pronounced husband and wife.
Luke:You can thank Mike for that. I had to fill him in on the situation.
Sonny:Oh, great. Just how many does that make it now? My sleeping with 
Brenda has got to be the worst kept secret in town. I just hope the 
secret doesn't blow up in my face before I have a chance to tell Miranda 
the truth. Just how did Mike manage to stop Jax from ruining my wedding?
Luke:He stuck a gun in his ribs and threatened to spray his guts all 
over the room if he didn't keep his trap shut.
Sonny:That's just great, Luke. Now he can have my father arrested for 
threatening him with a gun.(he looks around the room)Where is that 
bleach blonde idiot, anyway. Is he lurking around here somewhere just 
waiting for the perfect opportunity to blow me out of the water? Or does 
Mike still have a gun stuck in his back.
Luke:Don't worry. I've taken care of him.
Sonny:I'm almost afraid to ask.
Luke:Sweet Caroline is going to keep him occupied until the reception is 
over. That girl is her mother's daughter in spades. Malibu Ken's mind 
won't be functioning for hours. But we should really think of a more 
permanent solution. The guy's trouble.
Sonny:Luke, that won't be necessary. As soon as I tell Miranda the 
truth, I'll take away all his power.(he looks around)Well, we know where 
Jax is, that just leaves Brenda. I kept expecting Brenda to come 
bursting into the back of the chapel at any second and it's not beyond 
the realm of possibility for her to show up here and cause trouble.
Luke:She already did.
Sonny:What!
Luke:My men caught her on the docks, but she gave them the slip.
Sonny:Are you telling me she's roaming around the island somewhere? That 
she could burst in here at any moment?
Luke:Jason and I have men at every entrance. If she tries to get in 
here, they'll stop her. Don't worry.
Yanni(approaches Helena)I have Miss Barrett stashed in the gatekeeper's 
cottage.
Helena:What happened?
Yanni:It was very close, Madam. Luke Spencer's men got to her first, but 
she managed to elude them. I finally grabbed her as she was about to 
enter the chapel.
Helena:That way too close. I think it's time I had a chat with the 
little tramp and let her know where things stand.
Sonny:Luke, how am I going to make it through this reception without 
everything blowing up in my face?
Miranda(comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist)Not even 
married an hour, yet, and already you're neglecting me. Come on, baby, 
it's time to start the dancing.(Sonny looks back at Luke as Miranda 
leads him to the dance floor)

The Stables:
Jax:Why did you insist we come here?
Carly:I thought you needed somewhere secluded to cool off and get 
control over yourself.
Jax:(takes off his coat and throws it)Damn it! He always wins. I can 
never beat him. I fell like Wile E. Coyote trying to catch the 
Roadrunner.
Carly:I've always thought you were more Daffy Duck to Sonny's Bugs 
Bunny, myself.
Jax:That's not amusing, Carly.
Carly:Lighten up, Jax.(she begins kneading his shoulders) You really are 
tense.
Jax:What are you doing?
Carly:I'm trying to loosen you up. Tell me, Jax, have you ever done it 
in the hay with the smell of horse around you?
Jax:You're not serious, are you?
Carly(rips open his shirt)Trust me, Jax, you're really going to enjoy 
this.

Gatekeeper's Cottage:
Helena(enters)Ah, Miss Barrett, you look so uncomfortable.(she walks 
over to Brenda whose tied to a chair and gagged)Let me remove that gag. 
It's really quite unnecessary. You can scream your guts out and no one 
will hear you. We're too far from the mainhouse for you to be heard.
Brenda:Why am I here? What are you planning to do to me?
Helena:Let me tell you a little story. It's really quite fascinating. 
When I was married to my husband, Mikkos, he had this mistress named 
Kristen. You actually remind me a lot of the little hussy. She didn't 
care that Mikkos was married to me. She wanted Mikkos and she took what 
she wanted. The stupid cow even bore my husband a child. I believe you 
know, V Ardanowski? Do you have any idea what it was like for me to know 
my husband crawled out of his lover's bed and into mind? How it felt for 
me to know another woman had bore my husband a child?
Brenda:What has that got to do with me?
Helena:I'd heard you weren't very bright, but even you should be able to 
figure it out. History has repeated itself. Only I'm not going to allow 
my daughter to suffer what I did.
Brenda:I don't know what you're talking about.
Helena:I know you and Michael crawled in bed together and you now carry 
his child.
Brenda:What are you going to do to me?
Helena:Nothing if you do as I say.
Brenda:What do you want me to do?
Helena:Write Michael a letter telling him you're leaving town forever 
and wishing him well in his marriage to Isabella.
Brenda:I won't do it. Sonny and I belong together. We're going to have a 
baby. If you don't want Miranda to go through what you did, tell her to 
let Sonny go.
Helena(leans close to Brenda)I guess I didn't make myself clear. You and 
Michael are not an option. Perhaps I should tell you what I did to 
Kristen. When I found out who she was and where she lived, I went to her 
apartment and slit her throat. I thought that appropriate since she was 
a singer. Let me make myself clear on one point unless you doubt me. I 
didn't get someone to do it for me, I did it myself and loved every 
minute of it. If you don't write the letter to Michael, I will, since 
you're a model, throw acid in your face and disfigure you so no man, but 
especially Michael, will ever look at you again. I will also have you 
strapped to a table and have an abortion performed on you. But if you 
write the letter, I will allow you to keep both your looks and your 
child. And one more thing. If you try to give Michael some clue the 
letter was written under duress, the consequences for you will be most 
dire.

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