Tuesday - 8/10
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
Ivan had gotten Luna a cup of water, which she drank. Finally, she looked over to her sisters, who were still both asleep on their cots.
LUNA: When do I get to see them properly?
BELMAN: As soon as they’re awake, which should be quite soon. It was my first time reviving people without Rolf’s assistance, and I had to sedate them to make sure the process took. However, I am confident that I’ve done as good of a job as my former teacher would.
VIVIAN: I’m sure you’ve done wonderfully, darling. Now, could we have a word in private?
Dr. Belman nodded, and he and Vivian walked out of the room. Luna continued to stare at her sleeping sisters.
LUNA (thinking): As soon as you’re able to travel, we’ll have to get to work on putting our plan back together. With Ms. Alamain’s help, we should be able to take him down.
KIRIAKIS MANSION
VICTOR: And Dubai is treating you well? That’s good to hear.
Victor sat on the couch, talking on his phone.
VICTOR: Yes, it will be good to have you back. What? Oh, goodie. I am. All right, well how soon, anyway?
Philip came downstairs.
VICTOR: Excellent. We’ll see you then.
Victor hung up.
VICTOR: I’m surprised you don’t have my granddaughter with you.
PHILIP: Good afternoon to you too, Dad. Dani and Melanie are both asleep, so I thought I’d come down here for a bit.
Victor nodded.
VICTOR: I just got off the phone with your cousin.
PHILIP: How are Justin and Adrienne enjoying their visit to Dubai?
VICTOR: Well enough, from the sound of things, but it’s almost over. They’re coming home tomorrow.
PHILIP: Good.
VICTOR: They’re bringing the twins with them.
Philip sat down.
PHILIP: Oh.
BLACK PATCH
Brady arrived soon, but rolled his eyes when he saw that Mr. X was sitting by John. They stood up.
JOHN: Thanks for coming so quickly.
BRADY: What the hell is he doing here?
X: Nice to see you, too.
BRADY: I’d say the same, but I don’t feel like lying. So, Dad, what is it that we urgently needed to talk about?
John cleared his throat.
JOHN: The reason you’re both here is so we can get some answers. Our friend here came to me with a very unusual story.
BRADY: Let me guess, he told you that he’s me, that I’m some kind of imposter?
X: I told him the truth, if that’s what you mean.
BRADY: Get outta here, man! You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the-
JOHN: Assumptions aren’t going to help anyone right now. What we need are the facts. I’ve been in this position before, a long time ago, I know how much it hurts not knowing who you really are. So I am gonna do whatever I can to get this straightened out, but I need you both to cooperate with me.
X: Sounds good to me.
BRADY: Me too. It’ll be easy: I’m Brady Black. I have always been Brady Black.
X: Not always.
BRADY: You wanna say that again?
JOHN: Hey! This is not helping!
Brady sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
BRADY: What do you need me to do?
JOHN: There’s a very simple test. With the amount of lookalikes and mistaken identities that seem to plague Salem over the years, the ISA designed a device that can easily tell us who’s the real deal.
BRADY: Great. Let’s get this over with so we can prove once and for all that I’m the real Brady. You wanna go first, or shall I?
X: I’ve already done my part. Go ahead.
Brady rolled his eyes.
BRADY (under his breath): Of course you have.
John cleared his throat.
BRADY: Sorry, Dad. What do you need?
JOHN: Just hold out your hand. You’re gonna feel a slight p***k, just so I can get a blood sample.
Brady held out his hand. John took the device from his belt, and used the end with a lancet to poke Brady’s finger. Once he had gotten a blood sample on the end with a test strip, he pulled the machine away and handed Brady a tissue. Brady held it to his finger.
BRADY: That’s it?
JOHN: That’s it. Now we just wait for the results. Shouldn’t be more than a moment.
BRADY: I can only guess what yours said.
X: Yeah, you probably can’t.
The device beeped.
JOHN: Here we go.
He looked at the device, then at Brady.
BRADY: Well? Dad, what does it say?
John exhaled and handed the device to Brady.
JOHN: Sorry, kid. You’re not a match.