Stefan's Car, On The Way Back To Port Charles: Bobbie:Kill Tony! Stefan, are you crazy? Stefan:Barbara, it's the only thing we can do. Jones is nothing but a rabid dog foaming at the mouth. He needs to be shot in the head and put out of his misery. Bobbie:Stefan, he's still a human being. Stefan:So was Hitler. So is Charles Manson. So was the long list of monsters masquerading as human beings. Wouldn't it have been better to have disposed of someone like Reverend Jim Jones before he could have lead all those people into a mass suicide. Or what about that Applewhite guy who headed the Heaven's Gate Cult and who convinced all his members that by killing themselves they were going to be beamed up to the mother ship. Bobbie:All right, Stefan, you've made your point. They're are a lot of disturbed people out there and Tony is one of them. But that doesn't mean we should go around killing them. Stefan:Not disturbed, Barbara, they're monsters. They're predators who go around preying on innocent, decent people. And because of the laws we live by and they don't, we continue to let them prey on decent, law-abiding citizens until they kill someone and then we can finally do something about them legally. That's if some high-priced lawyer can't get them off the hook. And even when they are put away, in a few years time, they're released on parole so they can go out and kill some more unsuspecting people. But if we'd just put them down like we do with a rabid dog, then a lot of innocent people wouldn't have to suffer at their hands. Bobbie:You're talking vigilante justice. Stefan:No, I'm talking kill or be killed. I'm talking about removing people who are something less than human from society to prevent the pain and suffering they'll inflict on the innocent. Bobbie:Isn't the real reason you want to take Tony out is because he can take us down with him. If we bring in the police he can tell them what we did to him. Stefan:There's that too. I have no intention of going to prison because of that retrobate Jones. Bobbie:Okay, let's say I agree with you. That we have to get rid of Tony. Whose going to do it? Don't expect me to. I already took a crack at it, literally, when I tried to crack open his head with a fire poker. Stefan:Don't worry, Barbara, it will be my pleasure to remove Jones, personally. Bobbie:Just how will you do it, anyway. Stefan:I think a bullet to the back of the head should be sufficient. Bobbie:Isn't that the way the mafia takes care of people. Stefan:Where do you think they got it from. I'll have you know that the Cassadines have been executing people like that for centuries. Oh, look, there's an electronics store coming up. We can buy what we need there to wire you for sound, then we'll head to the island to fine tune our plans. Port Charles Costume Shop: Carly(enters)Hello, I need to rent two costumes for Friday night. Clerk:Don't tell me. It's for the Jacks-Barrett costume engagement ball, isn't it. Carly:How did you know that? What are you? Psychic? Clerk:No, everyone whose come in here, today, has been wanting to rent a costume for that party. Carly:Including Mr. Jacks and Miss Barrett? Clerk:As a matter of fact, yes. Carly:Do you know what costumes they're going to wear? Clerk:As a matter of fact I do, but I really shouldn't say. Carly:Oh, come on, it'll just be between the both of us. I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear. Clerk:I don't know... Carly:Look, if you don't tell me how will I know which costumes not to choose. I wouldn't want my husband and I to show up dressed as them. Clerk:Oh, don't worry, there's no chance of that. Mr. Jacks warned my boss if anyone dared to show up dressed like him and Miss Barrett he'd run him out of business and make sure he couldn't get arrested in this town so my boss made sure I took all those costumes off the rack. Carly:All what costumes? Now you've really got me curious. Come on, tell me what Brenda and Jax are going dressed as. Pretty please? Clerk:Oh, all right, I'm dying to tell someone, anyway. They're going dressed as Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming. Isn't that romantic. But remember you didn't hear it from me. Carly:Don't worry, I won't. Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty, eh? How cute and somehow appropriate. Clerk:That isn't what you wanted to go as, is it? Carly:Hardly, I want my husband and I to go as Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler. You do have those costumes, don't you? Clerk:Let's go and check.(Carly follows her into the backroom where all the costumes are kept)Here we, are.(the clerk beings going through the racks)You're in luck. We've got two Scarlett O'Hara's left and one Rhett Butler. So your husband in a Clark Gable type, is he? Carly:I don't know about that, but he's got the dimples to match the outfit. Should I take the costumes with me or can you deliver them to our penthouse at the Harborview Towers. Clerk:We can deliver them. Oh, one more thing. The costume doesn't come with a black wig. Would you like to rent one, too. Carly:I guess I'd better. Whoever heard of a blonde Scarlett O'Hara.(she writes down her address on a piece of paper and hands it to the clerk)This is my address. Thanks.(she mutters as she exits)Prince Charming and Sleeping Beauty. YUCK! How boring can you get. Clerk(picks up the phone once she's sure Carly's gone)Hello, Miss Barrett, this is Marj at the Port Charles Costume Shop. Brenda:Has Mrs. Corinthos been in to rent a costume for her and her husband, yet. Clerk:That's why I'm calling. She just left. Brenda:And what costumes did she rent? Clerk:Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler. Brenda:Sonny is the Rhett Butler type, all right. Clerk:I beg your pardon? Brenda:Oh, never mind. Can you send me over a Scarlett O'Hara costume, too. Clerk:Yes, we have one left, but aren't you supposed to be going as Sleeping Beauty? Brenda::Just send it over and leave what I'm going to wear to me.(Brenda hangs up the phone and smiles)Oh, Carly, am I going to have a little surprise for you. ..................................................................... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com