July 30, 1999

Carly: Sonny?

Hey, Sonny. It’s Carly. You know, I was at the warehouse, and they just told me that Jason was away, so I was just wondering if you knew maybe where I might find him. Carly: That’s a nice frame. When I used to stay here, I had tried to find two just like it...one for Jason and one for my mother but the ones I found weren’t nearly as nice. Do you mind if I see it? Can I see it?

Sonny: No

Carly: It’s broken, see? And you could hurt yourself. And I don’t want you to hurt yourself, okay? I’ll be right back.

Carly: Francis, I need you to go find Benny for me.

Francis: Did Sonny say where he is? All I know is he went to some meeting Sonny couldn’t make.

Carly: Ok. Find Johnny, then he’ll know what to do.

Francis: Johnny was doing a job for Benny that’s why I’m here. Is something wrong? Carly: Did I say anything was wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Just go and find one of the two of them and don’t come back until you do.

Francis: I don’t take orders from you.

Carly: Do I have to tell Jason that you gave me a hard time? Is that what you want?

Carly: Sonny? Listen, I’m going to open up the drapes a little bit and let in some light and a little bit of sunshine, some fresh air...

Sonny: Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing.

Carly: Sonny -- Sonny --

Sonny: Johnny? Francis? Where the hell is everybody?

Carly: I don’t...I don’t...

Sonny: What did you do?

Carly: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sonny: I told Johnny not to let anybody in here. Where is he? Where is he?

Carly: I don’t know. I thought it was strange and so I sent...

Sonny: You what?

Carly: Benny to find him.

Sonny: Since when do you give my men orders?

Carly: Well, make up your mind. Do you want Johnny found or don’t you?

Sonny: Don’t tell me what to do with my mind!

Carly: Fine.

Sonny: I want you to get out of here right now!

Carly: Fine! As soon as Francis gets back, I’ll leave.

Sonny: What, are you crazy? Huh? Can you hear me? All right, is this what you want? Huh? You can’t do anything unless there’s money in it for you. Take the money and get out of here. Take it! Alright, forget it, then.

Carly: Yeah, I need the number to the last person called...

Sonny: Now what the hell do you think you’re doing?

Carly: Thanks. Obviously you hate my guts. The feeling’s mutual. I thought I would call mIke.

Sonny: You thought? You thought wrong little girl.

Carly: Ok. Fine.

Sonny: I don’t think you’re listening to me. Hey! Hey! I told you to put the phone down!

. Carly: You said not to call Mike, and I wasn’t. I was calling my mother.

Sonny: Your mother?

Carly: Yeah.

Sonny: Your mother can’t help you now. You know what I could do to you? You know what I’d like to do to you?

Carly: I'm not afraid of you.

Sonny: Then you’re even dumber than I thought.

Carly: Fine. You hate me, you think I’m a low creature that crawls on my belly on the earth? That’s fine. That’s not news to me. Bud you’d never touch me.

Sonny: Why’s that?

Carly: Because Jason loves me. I’m important to him. I’m Michael’s mother. And even if you don’t get it, you respect it. God knows that the fact that he worships the ground that you walk on is the only reason that I don’t walk out of here and let you wallow in your filth. Let me call Bobbie.

Sonny: For what?

Carly: Because she’s a nurse. She might know what to do.

Sonny: About what?

Carly: About you, Sonny. Look at yourself, man. Look at this place. You can’t be so far gone that you don’t get this is not how people live.

Sonny: How do they? Because I’d like to get the hang of it because the people I love usually die before I get a chance to see how it’s done, yo u know? Why is that?

Carly: I don’t know.

Sonny: Sometimes they don’t die, you know. They only get maimed. They lie there, covered with bruises. You know they can’t move because they’re in such excruciating pain. Then they look up at me. You know what they say?

Carly: What?

Sonny: "Why don’t you love me? Why don’t you love me, Sonny?” Leave it.

Carly: I'm just...I’m just going to pick up a little...

Sonny: Don’t.

Carly: Fine.

Sonny: I redecorated. Yeah. It’s kind of nice. Something we have in common. You like it?

Carly: No.

Sonny: Why not? I mean, I admit Lily would have done a better job. You know, she would have made it a thing of beauty, just like she wanted our life to be, you know? But I’ll tell you what...it’s better this way because when you open the door, you know, you see the truth. Everything Sonny Corinthos touches, he destroys. Something else we got in common, huh?

Carly: Sonny, come on. What are you doing? You don’t need that.

Sonny: Don’t tell me what I need.

Carly: All right. How long has it been since you ate anything or slept at all?

Sonny: Sleep’s not all it’s cracked up to be. You go to sleep, dream about all the people who are gone, the lives you could have had, the lives that never were.

Carly: Well, I think Bobbie could probably help out. Could probably give you something...a prescription, something to help you sleep. Not bad dreams.

Sonny: Is that your secret? You don’t dream about the people you cut off at the knees? You don’t think about the lives, you know, that you’ve ruined?

Carly: I make mistakes, and I live with them just like everybody else. What choice do you have, man? You fix what you can. You have to let go of the rest.

Sonny: Oh, Carly's anthem.

Carly: What is it exactly that I did...

Sonny: Sing it loud...

Carly: ...that you think I should be so ashamed of?

Sonny: Nothing. Not a thing. The people you love, you know, may be bleeding all over the furniture, but at least they’re alive when you’re done with them. Ask me if I can say that. Ask me. Do you tell them you’ll protect them and then you wind up at a grave, at a hospital bed, wondering what went wrong? No? No? Ask me if I can say that?

Carly: This is wrong, man. I don’t know you, ok? I don’t know you very well, but these are people that you love that you’re talking about here...Brenda and your wife and I don’t know who else. They definitly deserved better than they got. Who doesn’t? It’s not you. Do you understand? I don’t care who you are, what you do. You don’t have the power of life and death. Nobody does. People don’t drop dead because you did something wrong. My mother died in front of my eyes of a stroke, the woman who raised me, okay? And we were having an argument. She was furious because I had disappointed her one too many times. Was that my punishment? Hmm? God’s not cruel. God doesn’t think that way, and neither do people who love you. Okay? You blame yourself, man, but they never would. Look, this stuff that you...that you dream about when you sleep, it’s not your fault.

Sonny: Don’t spread your sickness to me. You can’t live with yourself, fine. Make up fairy tales. Keep telling yourself, you know, “Hey, I did the best I could.” But don’t tell me what I’ve done or haven’t done because I am not afraid to look the devil in the eye.

. Carly: Sonny, come on. Sonny, Can I just..let me just see it.

Sonny: What?

Carly: Your hand, ok? You hurt yourself. See?

Sonny: Doesn’t hurt.

Carly: But you can see that it’s bleeding, right?

Sonny: No. It’s not mine. It’s Lily’s.