Brooke and Montana have a confrontation

"I don't understand," said Brooke as she stood before Montana totally naked with only a large silver dinner tray as covering.

"Of course, you don't, Brooke," said Montana as she casually waved her handgun in Brooke's direction. "You've had plenty of opportunities to figure it out and as usual, your own mind has betrayed you. Not that I expected anything differently since the wedding. After all, your reaction back then made it quite obvious that you weren't the sharpest knife in the drawer and it's not like you improved much since."

"You keep mentioning my wedding," said Brooke. "Were you there, Montana?"

Montana laughed. "Was I there? Was I there? I was one of the first ones stripped by your ex-fiancé. But I got off lucky. I only had to remove my dress and shoes. My older sister -- who was one of your bridesmaids -- had to take off everything! And then watch your ex-fiancé take out a can of lighter fluid and drench her clothes with it after which -- Oh, who am I kidding? I doubt you remember all that, right, Brooke?"

"You keep calling me Brooke," said Brooke. "Whatever happened to Major Hottie?"

"Well, Brooke is your name, isn't it?" asked Montana. "And if you don't like that name, you should feel lucky you didn't hear any of the names I called you after they took my older sister to the mental hospital."

"Oh, no," said Brooke. "They took her to the mental hospital? Is she all right?"

"Of course she isn't all right," said Montana. "Why else do you think I'm doing all this? Oh, it doesn't hurt that Richard is a hot guy but my original motive for hooking up with him was to pay you back for everything you did and didn't do at your wedding."

"But all that -- like you said -- was my ex-fiancé's idea," said Brooke. "And he's dead right now. So why punish me?"

"Why not?" asked Montana. "You're the one who should have been punished that day, not my sis. And once my good friend Richard wakes up again, you will be."

"But what about your other friends?" asked Brooke. "Surely they don't approve of what you're doing?"

"Of course they don't," said Montana. "But who's going to tell them, Brooke? You? Good luck with that."

And with that, Montana reached into her purse and took out a pair of handcuffs. She threw them in Brooke's direction and said, "Put those on. Now."