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17, 2009 Transcript Michael: Flip that board in my face again. Kristina: Michael, stop it. Michael: See what happens. Kiefer: Look, it was an accident, man. Take it easy. Michael: You take it easy, all right?! Kristina: Michael, seriously. People are watching. Michael: Take it easy, man. Chip: Is there a problem here? Kiefer: Good to see you, Mr. Howell. Chip: Is everything all right? Kiefer: Yes, sir. We just got a little carried away. Right? Chip: I played golf with your father last week. Tell him he owes me a rematch. Kiefer: I will, sir. Chip: Is this young man your guest? Kristina: He's Edward Quartermaine's great-grandson, Michael. Chip: Michael, I'm Chip Howell, president of the club. I'm glad to see another generation of Quartermaines enjoying our facilities. How is old Edward, by the way? Haven't seen him in a while. Michael: He's fine. Chip: Good. Bring him in with you one of these days. And if you need to roughhouse, take it off the club grounds. Michael: Edward Quartermaine's grandson? Kristina: Well, you are. Michael: Yeah, you're also my sister, and Sonny Corinthos is our father. I mean-- Kiefer: It's not K's fault her father's a gangster. Kristina: Michael! Kristina: Stop it, both of you! Michael! Kiefer, stop! Michael: Get off! Get off me! Get off! Kristina: Michael, calm down. Kiefer: You are crazy. Michael: Off me! Chip: What in God's name is going on here? Michael: Aah! Kiefer: Michael lost it. He just attacked me for no reason. Michael: No reason? Are you kidding me?! Kiefer: Look at him. The guy's out of control. Chip: Young man, this sort of behavior is not acceptable on club grounds. Michael: You're telling me? You're telling me? This guy has been spoiling for a fight. Kristina, tell him. Tell him. Kiefer: I think you better tell Mr. Howell what happened, K. Kristina: It's not Michael's fault. He had brain surgery. He's still recovering. He doesn't like to talk about it. Chip: Well, I'm sorry for your condition, but that's no excuse to be attacking other club members. Michael: Screw you. [Knock on door] [Burlesque music playing] Alexis: Well, hi. Olivia: Hi. Alexis: I was hoping I might have a moment of your time. Olivia: Uh, yeah. Sure. Come on in. Alexis: Thanks. Olivia: Uh, sorry. Just let me-- just let me turn off that music. Alexis: Okay. That's an interesting selection. Olivia: Yeah. It's my Aunt Theresa. She used to play that stuff all the time. Uh, my brother inherited the record collection, burned me a CD. It's just--kind of takes me back. She used to call it "music to get knocked up by." Alexis: Oh! Well, she sounds like quite a character. Olivia: Oh, yeah. That's my whole family. So... Alexis: So... Olivia: What have I done to get myself on the D.A.'s radar? Alexis: I was hoping that I might be able to ask you some questions about Brianna Hughes. Olivia: Oh. Uh, yeah, I thought I read somewhere you got taken off that case. Alexis: You read that article? Olivia: Yeah. Alexis: Did you read the whole thing? Olivia: Stuff about you and the mayor? I, um--afraid so. Yeah. Alexis: Well, as long as I'm here, I will tell you... Olivia: Uh-huh. Alexis: That I, uh, slept with the mayor once. Was a mistake. Wish I could take it back. Can’t. Now, about those e-mails, the ones that make me look like an obsessed, emotionally unstable stalker, I didn't do those, and quite frankly, it kind of hurts my feelings that people find that image of me so credible. Olivia: Oh. I'm not surprised. I--I mean, about people feeling that way. You know, I--you had the, uh, illegitimate child of Sonny Corinthos. That means for the rest of your life, people will judge you by the standards that they apply to Sonny, not by who you are. Alexis: Sounds like you know something about that. Chip: I tried to contact Edward Quartermaine, but he's unreachable. I'll have to talk to your parents. Michael: Go ahead. Chip: I'll need a number where they can be reached. Kristina: Michael's mom's-- lives close by. Michael: Yeah, so does Dad. Kristina: What's your mom's number? Michael: 555-0026. Kiefer: Is there anything else I can do for you, sir? Chip: No, Kiefer. You're free to go. Kiefer: Thank you. I'd like to take Kristina home. This whole incident was pretty upsetting to her. Michael: Go ahead. You don't have to baby-sit your brain-damaged brother. Kristina: You didn't have to hit him.
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