INT. METRO COURT HOTEL – NIGHT

The chandeliers gleam. Two versions of Carly Corinthos face each other in the dim glow of the lobby. Tension crackles like static.

LAURA WRIGHT’S CARLY (cool, assertive)
“You really think you understand what it takes to survive in this town?”

TAMARA BRAUN’S CARLY (smirking, emotionally raw)
“I didn’t survive—I fought. Every scar has a name. You just learned how to hide yours behind a tailored blazer.”

FLASHBACK – HOSPITAL ROOM, 2005
Tamara’s Carly screams in heartbreak, her voice cracking as Sonny walks away.

FLASHBACK – COURTROOM, 2018
Laura’s Carly remains composed, calculating her next move as Nelle twists the knife.

LAURA’S CARLY
“I turned chaos into strategy. You let emotion burn everything down.”

TAMARA’S CARLY
“And you buried yours so deep, you forgot what real pain feels like.”

They circle each other, two shades of the same storm.

LAURA – The power player, steady as stone, eyes like steel.
TAMARA – The wildfire, messy and magnetic, a hurricane in heels.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Two women. One name. A thousand confrontations.

SONNY (appears at the door, silent)
His eyes flick between them. Past and present. Love and war.

LAURA’S CARLY
“I built this empire.”

TAMARA’S CARLY
“I bled for it.”

A long beat. Neither yields.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Wright’s Carly— the strategist. Braun’s Carly— the survivor.
Which one is Carly?