Luke's Club:
Luke:All right, Sunshine, what's wrong. You've been snapping at everyone 
since you came to work.
Sonny:Miranda and I had a fight.
Luke:About?
Sonny:My mother. I told Miranda about Deke and she implied it was 
somehow my mother's fault. That my mother should have protected me from 
Deke. She was also appalled my mother told me to leave home when I was 
16. She just refused to see my mother had no choice.
Luke:Didn't she?
Sonny:What is that supposed to mean?
Luke:Let's get real, partner. Your mother could have left Deke. She had 
other options aside from letting him beat you. SHe could have asked the 
Cerullo's for help. Gone on welfare. Gotten a job. Sonny, are you mad at 
Miranda because she just voiced something you've always thought, 
yourself?
Sonny:Luke, my mother wasn't a strong woman. But at least she didn't 
desert me the way Mike did.
Luke:Sonny, I know you loved your mother. But it would also be perfectly 
natural if you were also mad at her. Do you think it's possible all 
those years you blamed Mike for everything that happened to you it was a 
way so you wouldn't blame your mother. That whatever anger you had 
towards your mother you put on to Mike?
Sonny:You been hanging around Dr. Collins, lately? You're sounding 
suspiciously like a shrink. Which is something else Miranda brought up. 
That I should have therapy to deal with what happened to me.
Luke:What I don't understand is why you suddenly decided to tell Miranda 
about Deke.
Sonny:I had a nightmare about Deke and I stupidly told Miranda about it.
Luke:Did something happen to trigger it?
Sonny:You might say that. Luke, when I tell you about this you're going 
to think I'm crazy. Last night, I thought I saw Deke in the fog.
Luke:What?
Sonny:I know I couldn't possibly have. That Deke's dead. But it seemed 
so real.
Luke:Sonny, you're not going to like this. You were talking about how 
Helena and Stefan made you feel like a kid again and I was teasing you 
about the fog. It could have caused you to hallucinate about Deke.
Sonny:What you mean is it caused me to have a hallucination because of 
my manic depression, don't you? You really believe I have it? 
Luke:Sonny, somewhere deep inside you you know you have it, but you 
won't admit to it anymore than you'll admit there's a part of you that's 
mad at your mother no matter how much you loved her.


Mike's Apartment:
Mike(answers the door to Miranda)Miranda, this is a surprise. Is 
something wrong?
Miranda;I just had a fight with your pig-headed son. I suppose you know 
about this stepfather?
Mike:So he finally told you.
Miranda;Yeah, and I made the cardinal sin of holding his mother 
responsible. I'm not blaming her for being hit, but I am for her letting 
her child be hit. I just don't know how any mother could allow that to 
happen. I mean, if any man so much as raised a hand to my mother, she'd 
gullet them. And although my mother wasn't the best mother in the world, 
I don't think she'd have allowed anyone to abuse us.
Mike:You had a strong mother, but Sonny didn't. I loved Adella, dearly, 
but I wasn't blind to her faults. She was very dependant on men. She 
went from her father, to me, to Deke.
Miranda:Sort of like Brenda, huh? It's kind of ironic, isn't it? Sonny 
fell in love with someone just like his mother.
Mike:Let me offer you a piece of advice on how to deal with my son. Keep 
your opinions to yourself about his mother. Michael adores his mother. 
It doesn't matter to him that she allowed him to be abused and did 
nothing to stop it from happening. What matters is his mother never 
abandoned him the way I did. Which is why for years he's blamed me for 
what happened to him instead of his mother.
Miranda:Mike, you do realize Sonny needs to go into therapy to deal with 
this? No once could go through what he did without being damaged 
psychologically.
Mike:Yes, I realize that, but he'll never do it. He doesn't trust very 
easy and I don't see him ever willingly opening up all his old wounds 
for some psychiatrist. And if you force the issue I think it's going to 
cause problems between you.
Miranda:Mike, I don't have a choice. Sonny and I are going to have a 
baby. For our child's sake, Sonny needs to deal with his past so our 
child will have a happy futurel(she runs a hand through her hair)You 
know, I thought if Sonny would accept he had manic depression and deal 
with it, everything would be fine. But you son's problems go so much 
deeper. He's got a very messed-up head and if he doesn't do something to 
get himself straightened out, I'm afraid it's going to end up adversely 
effecting out child.

Anna and Robert's Quarter's, The Underground Compound:
Victor(enters)What's going on here. The guard told me Scorpio was sick.
Anna:When I came back from having lunch with you I thought Robert looked 
a little peaked and he mentioned he was feeling tired. I was afraid 
Robert was having a relapse from that poison Faison fed him. I wanted to 
have him checked out immediately, but Robert wanted to wait until after 
he took a nap to see how he was feeling. And as you can see he's so much 
worse.(Robert slips the knife out of his waistband and holds it, unseen, 
by the side of his leg)
Victor:Calm down, Anna, it'll be all right.
Anna:Calm down! Calm down! How can I calm down. My husband is having a 
hard time breathing. Please, Victor, you've got to do something to help 
him.
Victor:I don't know what I can do. I warned Faison not to use Scorpio as 
a guinea pig. I've brought some of the antidote to Faison's poison, but 
I don't know if it'll work.
Anna:Please, give it to him. We just can't sit around and do nothing.
Victor:You're right, of course. (he goes and sits on the bed next to 
Robert whose gasping for air. He starts slapping Robert to arouse 
him)Come on, Scorpio, I've got something that may help you.(as he leans 
close to Robert to pour the antidote down his throat, Robert suddenly 
lunges forward, grabs him and holds the knife to his throat)
Robert:Don't move a muscle or I'll slit your throat.

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