Do you think I deserve to be stabbed
Claudia: He’s never going to wake up, Johnny. It’s all my fault. I never should’ve trusted Devlin.
Nikolas: Did you have Michael Corinthos shot?
Claudia: We have to be careful, Johnny. No one can ever know.
Nikolas: Did you hire Ian Devlin to shoot Sonny?
Claudia: I couldn’t stand what he did to you. I hated him for what he did to you, for what he did to both of us.
Nikolas: What — what about Michael?
Claudia: I didn’t know he was going to be there, that little boy. I didn’t know that little boy was going to be there. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I’m so sorry.
Alfred: Do you need additional medical supplies, Sir?
Nikolas: No, what I — what I need is a working phone line. I need to get through to the police right away.
Alfred: Yes, Sir.
[Thunder rumbles]
Alfred: There’s still no phone service to the mainland, Sir, and I am unable to make radio contact. We’re completely cut off.
Nikolas: I’ll just have to take the launch, then.
Alfred: The water’s too rough. It’s out of the question.
Nikolas: Listen, listen, it’s very important that I notify the authorities as soon as possible, so don — keep trying to get through, and let me know as soon as you do.
Alfred: Very good, Sir.
Claudia: Does this mean I’m dying?
[Claudia moans]
Nikolas: Here, drink. I patched you up the best I could. I tried to make you comfortable, but you spiked a fever and you were pretty much out of it most of the night.
Claudia: Why are you helping me?
Nikolas: Do you know who I am?
Claudia: Someone pointed you out to me once, I think. You’re Nikolas Cassadine, right?
Nikolas: That’s right.
Claudia: I guess we’re in your house.
Nikolas: Yes, you’re at Wyndemere on Spoon Island.
Claudia: Isn’t this where my father went on a rampage? You were having some kind of a party — a black tie party or something?
Nikolas: It was to announce my engagement, but my fiancée died that night, so –
Claudia: That’s awful.
Nikolas: Mm-hmm, sure is.
Claudia: It’s bizarre.
Nikolas: She was murdered by a mob boss’s son bent for revenge. Ironic, being that you’re here, a mobster child yourself, right?
Claudia: Right. Well, hey, you know, we don’t pick our parents.
Nikolas: No. Somebody obviously wanted to take revenge on you. I must say, what — what an amazing world you live in and a great — great business, especially when innocent people get hurt.
Nikolas: Well, your fever’s coming down a bit.
Claudia: You don’t sound too happy about that.
Nikolas: Well, I certainly don’t want you dead. I think I have at least demonstrated that tonight.
Claudia: But you don’t like me.
Nikolas: No, I didn’t say that. I don’t even know you.
Claudia: You don’t know me. We’ve never met before tonight, so — okay, my father went crazy at your party. He went on a rampage. But I know he didn’t kill your fiancée, so I’m just trying to figure out where the hostility is coming from.
Nikolas: I’ll tell you. It’s what you people represent. You kill people, and then you just move on, oblivious to all the destruction you leave in your wake. I have a big problem with that.
Claudia: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t tried to kill anyone. In case you didn’t notice, someone just tried to kill me.
Nikolas: Exactly. And why is that? Why would someone stab you and then just throw you in the harbor? What did you do that was so terrible someone would want to kill you?
Claudia: Do you think I deserve to be stabbed?
Nikolas: I don’t know, you tell me. Did you do something you think you should pay for? Did you drive another person into wanting to kill you?
Claudia: Oh, come on. You know what? It’s enough for my father that I was even born.
Nikolas: Don’t hide behind that father –
Claudia: I’m not hiding –
Nikolas: Well, then just answer the question. Could someone want revenge against you for something you did? You know, maybe –
Claudia: You know what? Stop, I didn’t hurt anyone.
Nikolas: Oh, you’re such a liar.
Claudia: You know what? It’s not a lie. Just get away from me. I don’t need this right now.
Nikolas: Don’t try to get up. You’ll open up the stab wound, and you’ll bleed all over the place.
Claudia: So what. It’s obviously what you think I deserve.
Nikolas: Well, it’s not up to me. It’s up to a jury. Or worse for you, Sonny Corinthos. Eventually, one way or another, you’re going to pay for what you did to Michael.
