Trevor: Has my son signed the deed to the Alcazar waterfront property yet?
Marianna: Your son's a good man. He's good to me.
Trevor: Well, I'll take that as a no, but that's still good news for you. Marianna, listen to me. I am going to control that property and all the power that goes with it. So you need to deliver that unsigned deed to me, and do it any way you can. Do you hear that?
Marianna: And betray Ric? Why would I do that?
Trevor: Do you really think your situation was bad before you met me? You know, Marianna, with everything that I have on you -- oh, go ahead. See what happens if you don't come through for me.
Marianna: No, but you don't understand -- hello?
Marianna: Hi.
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Marianna: Thank you.
Ric: Smell.
[Marianna sniffs]
Marianna: Mmm.
Ric: Mm-hmm? Yeah, reminds me of autumn -- and the highlight of yet another silent afternoon on the veranda with my father. "Attaboy, Richie, found a way to break the ice." Here --
[Marianna chuckles]
Ric: Sit down, please. Save one for myself.
Marianna: Hey, well, it reminds me of a cool mountain up in Caracas -- this little motel where my parents would wait for their usual "shipment," a delivery. They used me as a decoy.
Ric: You were --
Marianna: Yeah. I was just a kid, and I remember carrying my book bag full of packages. And -- you know, my dad, he -- he did, he wanted to follow my grandparents' footsteps in diplomacy, but he was always after that fast cash. So, yep, that's me. That's who I am.
Ric: Well, my father lies and manipulates people for a living. I mean, that's my history, it's not who I am -- it's your words. Look, if I didn't believe them, I mean, I'd sign that deed and I'd take off to Port Charles and straight down a road to hell. I'd use all that power to make my dear old dad and my brother jump through hoops.
Marianna: No, you're better than that.
Ric: Oh, well, you make me think so.
Marianna: No, I only say what you already know. It's American women.
Ric: No, I just -- I feel like -- I don't know. I've never felt like I could trust somebody so -- so quickly and so completely, like I can tell you anything.
Marianna: You don't know me at all.
Ric: I know why you're doing this. I wish you could trust me, you know, trust that I'm -- I'm not like those other men. The ones who see you as weak and vulnerable, and be exploited?
[Phone rings]
Ric: Hello? Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll -- I'll be right down. Thank you. There's a problem with my credit card. I got to go to the front desk, okay?
Marianna: Oh, okay.
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Ric: What the hell are you doing?
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Ric: Oh, thank God, it's still intact. What were you thinking?
Marianna: About all the ways people hurt each other! And how a piece of paper can hurt you so much and why you'd even let it!
Ric: No, I haven't, okay? It doesn't -- it doesn't have to!
Marianna: I see the way you look at them. I mean, I see the -- I see it in your eyes -- the man you become -- so sad and dark.
Ric: Yeah.
Marianna: It's so different than when you're --
Ric: Yeah, the little boy running across the beach, right?
Marianna: Yes! Yes, the little boy running across -- oh, God -- when you're smiling from your whole heart!
Ric: You know what? I'm not a little boy, okay? I'm a grown man, I live in the real world -- and it's a cold, ruthless world. Look, that other man -- this -- I don't --
Marianna: It's not real?
Ric: No, I don't know if it can last.
Marianna: Well, I pray it does for your daughter's sake.
Ric: Don't -- please, don't bring my daughter into this.
Marianna: I see the truth in your eyes, okay, and that part of you wishes I had burnt it!
Ric: Yes. I'm sorry.
Marianna: No, it's okay.
Ric: No, it's not -- it's not okay. You got a bruise. Have you -- you've been covering up with makeup?
Marianna: No, I told you, I'm clumsy.
Ric: Listen to me; you've never lied to me. Please don't start now.
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Marianna: No, I'm not lying, okay? I'm just clumsy.
Ric: You seem afraid. Did somebody do this to you?
Marianna: I have to go.
Ric: Don't shut me out.
Marianna: You know, I couldn't even if I wanted to.
Ric: Okay, just stay a while, all right, no more questions. Please --
Marianna: Can't, okay?
Ric: Marianna, please --
Marianna: No, I got to go.
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Trevor: Sweetie, did you steal that deed from my son the way I asked you to?
Marianna: I tried. He caught me.
Trevor: Then, what did you tell him?
Marianna: I told him that I thought he should burn the damn thing. How am I supposed to live with myself?
Trevor: Here's how -- you're doing him a favor, and probably saving him his life. You see, there is a group of very powerful and important people that will do anything to get their hands on that property. So, you get me that deed, and please, don't make me ask you again.