Dynasty 
The Next Generation

EPISODE 51
“The Man Behind It All” – PT III

 
The nursing home outside Frankfurt, Germany

Horrified, Krystina turned around to the person who called her and came face to face with a local nurse, wearing white.

“You shouldn’t be here, miss. It’s too dangerous for you!” the nurse whispered. Before Krystina could realize what is going on, the nurse grabbed her to the stairs room, looking around her and making sure nobody is there, “you’re aren’t Miss Hamilton, isn’t? I knew Ashley. You can fool the old lady perhaps, but not her daughter.”

“You mean Michelle?” Krystina asked, stunned.

“Look, for your safety, it’s best that you’ll leave Germany and stop that investigation of yours. You seems as a nice girl, but those people are ruthless,” the lady continued.

“What people? Who are you talking about? Please tell me. I have to know. Do you know the old lady’s daughter? You’re talking about her?” 

“You just leave now, please!”

“What happened to the old lady’s husband? Is it true Israel assassinated him?”

“Look, miss – “

“Please, you have to tell me. I have to know what happened to him and to Michelle’s husband, please!”

“Miss. You have to stop asking questions, if you don’t want to end up as her husband. She’s dangerous!” the nurse said and seemed as she immediately regretted.     
 
“Who, Michelle? Michelle killed her own husband?”

“Just leave. Before it will be too late for you. You have to leave. Now!” the nurse said as they heard voices behind the stairs room’s door, “go, go!” she pushed Krystina to the exit’s direction and then quickly left. 

Amanda’s bedroom    

“Always a bride; never a bridesmaid,” sighed Amanda, as Monica helped her adjust her veil.

“Well at least you’ve found your way to the altar a time or two,” smiled Monica. “That, my dear cousin, is a fate I fear will be forever denied to me.”

“I don’t even like weddings,” Amanda said. “You of course read about what happened the first time I got married. My wedding to the prince caused an international incident! I fear that at any moment a troop of commandoes will swoop in, and--”

“Darling! There you are!” Alexis said, bursting into the room. “I was so afraid I wouldn’t get a chance to say goodbye before the ceremony.”

“Goodbye? What on earth are you talking about?” Amanda wanted to know.

“Well, not really goodbye, so to speak,” Alexis drawled, hugging her daughter. “Poor choice of words. I just meant that you’ll be moving on with your life, as soon as you’re married to Biles.”

“Miles,” Monica stated.

“Yes, him,” Alexis sniffed. “Anyway, let me look at you, darling. Now your gown is new, have you got something old and something borrowed?”

“The veil is old and I borrowed it from Francesca,” Amanda said. 

“And something blue?” Alexis continued.

“Her eyes are blue, so that settles that,” Monica said. “Alexis, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“If you must, you must,” Alexis said, happily following Monica across the room. Amanda shrugged and continued primping.

“Alexis, far be it for me to cause a scene, but...you’re not going to cause a scene, are you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Monica!” Alexis said innocently.

“Amanda’s nervous enough as it is. Now I know you don’t entirely approve of this marriage, but I shouldn’t want to see anything happen to her or to my brother today. They deserve their happiness.”

“Oh, Monica, really. As if I’d let anything bad happen on my own daughter’s wedding day. No, set aside your fears. Alexis is here.”

Denver Memorial Hospital

“Father! It really is you!” Roman said weakly in his hospital bed.

“Don’t call me that, you miserable bastard,” was his father’s cold reply. “I have no son.”

“Father, don’t say that...I tried, I really did. But that cop, he--”

“I don’t give a damn about any of your pathetic excuses. You’ve failed me. You’ve always been a failure. A worthless loser, more worthless than the sow who bore you.”

“My...mother, was a good woman,” Roman was becoming delirious with pain.

“She was trash, just like you. And I’m to blame for all this; for letting you have another chance. How stupid I was, thinking I could trust you. I’ve never been able to trust anybody, you know that? Not your incompetent cousin, or your sainted mother; least of all, you. It all fell apart because of the likes of you.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it; I wanted a father,” Roman whispered. “You were...you were gone for so long, you--”

“That was none of your business. I covered my bases without your help. Without anyone’s help. And now I’ll take back what’s mine. I don’t need anyone, you hear me?”

“Yes...you need me, I’m your son...” 

“I told you. I have no son,” the man said. With strength that belied his physique, he pulled the pillow out from under Roman’s head, held it menacingly over his father and pushed down hard. 

Roman was still too weak to put up much of a fight. His agonizing muffled cries did nothing to stir the heart of the old man who stood his ground, not giving an inch until Roman’s struggles ceased, as did his life. 

The heart monitor flatlined, sending an eerie high pitched squeal across the hospital room. Roman’s father carefully replaced the pillow and walked out of the room nonchalantly, quickly disappearing into the hospital corridors…

Denver Carrington  

“Earth to Kevin…” Susie called as she and Kevin were sitting in his office, working together. 

“What?” Kevin asked, a little bit dazed. 

“What is bothering you, Kevin? You’re not yourself,” she said.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Where wore we?” he asked, pointing at the documents there were spread all over the table.

“I know you, Kevin. You’re thinking about Krystina, isn’t?” she asked, and Kevin smiled as he was a little boy who just caught on something forbidden that he did.   

“I’m worried about her, Susie. I should have never letting her go by herself to Germany. What if something will happen to her?” he asked.

“If so, I’m sure Blake Carrington will take care of you,” she said amused, but Kevin looked very serious, “I’m joking, Kev. Lossen up!” 

“This is not funny, Susie. I’m really worried about her. Who knows what that woman is planing, we even don’t know who she is!”

“Well that was Krystina is trying to find out, no?”

“Yes. I just hope it won’t put her in any danger,” he said.

“I hope so too. For your sake too. I don’t want to think what Carrington will do if things will become messy. And I’m not joking now, you know how protecting he is on his children, especially on Krystina. After what I heard about the mess with her husband – “ she began.

“Oh come on, Susie,” he cut her words off, “this is not the same at all, here. Blake likes me! and he knows something is going on between his daughter and I!”

“I’m just saying you should be careful, Kevin, that’s all. You’re much older then her, you know.”

“So was her husband,” he replied.

“Yes, and look what happened to him,” Susie said as Kevin’s secretary, Lucy, came in all of a sudden, holding a document.

“I’m sorry to interupt, but it just came in through the fax. It’s important, you better read it,” she said as giving Kevin the fax. Kevin took the document and began reading what was written in it.

“Holly shit!” he called.

“What, what is it?” Susie asked. Kevin gave her the document as signing to Lucy to go out. 

“My god, Kevin. If this is true – “ Susie began as the telephone rang.

“Kevin Laird.”

“Kevin, it’s me,” said Krystina from the other line.

“Krystina, I’m so glad you called. You won’t believe what we just find out!” Kevin called excited. 

“I have some dramatic news myself. I just visit Anne’s mother. I didn’t talked to her much, but it seems Anne or somebody else are on to us. One of the nurses here warnned me that if I won’t leave Germany, I’ll end up just like Anne’s husband!”

“What it means?” Kevin asked.

“She didn’t said in so many words, but from what I realized, seems like Anne killed her own husband!” Krystina called.

“What is going on?” Susie asked Kevin.

“Krystina, Susie is here. I think we’re on to something big here, I’ll put you on the speakers,” Kevin said and did so, “Krystina thinks Anne killed her own husband,” he told Susie.

“The question is why,” Krystina said through the phone speakers, “what is the thing you found out?” she asked.

“Apprently that her husband was an israeli agent of the mosad. We just got a fax that says Israel sent him to Germany, to trace nazis who worked with Hitler,” Kevin said.

“Oh my god, that’s it, Kevin. That’s it! The man I talked to? The one who was the Nelsens’ neighbor? He told me the rumors said that Ewan Nelsen worked with Hitler, and was killed by the israei mosad!” 

“Are you sure about it?” Kevin asked.

“Of course I’m sure, Kevin. Now it’s all making sens! Anne killed her own husband because he killed her father! I bet she even didn’t know she was marrying an israeli mosad agent! That’s why she chagned her identity and married Jim Martinez! She was afraid the israelis will hunt her!” Krystina called excited.

“And that’s why she came here! I bet israel was about to find her!” Susie added.

“God, I wonder if Ashley knows about all that,” Kevin wondered.

“I’m sure she does, Kevin. That’s why she went to Israel, the only place her mother can’t come after her… and Danny, god, he don’t have a clue, Kevin. I have to warn him!”

“Krystian, wait, we’re going too fast here – “  Kevin tried.

“Too fast? Danny might be in danger, Kevin. He have to know! I have to tell him, I’m going to israel!”
 
“Krystina, no!”

“I have to Keviv,”

“But Amanda’s wedding – “

“She’ll understand. I have to warn Danny and confront that little bitch one and for all!” Krystina stated.

The Colby Living Room  

The Carringtons had piled awkwardly into the Colby Mansion. There was little to do but sit around before the wedding. Adam and Dana had steered clear of Jeff and were sitting silently at the other end of the room. Cassie, of course, had no problem joining them and with her, LB, who had remained oblivious to the worst of the tension between his father and uncle. Blake and Krystle naturally gravitated to Jeff and William stood nervously near his father. Fallon found herself in a neutral position and spent most of the morning staring out of the window. 

Jason Colby, however, instantly noticed that the Carringtons seemed to be dividing into two camps and tried repeatedly to break the ice by asking questions of most of those present, questions that tended to be answered along the lines of “yes” or “no.” Sammy Jo had her own problems, and didn’t care one bit about choosing sides in a battle that she felt was none of her business. In any case, the twins were having a crying fit and she had her hands busy trying to quiet them.

“They’re just excited,” Sammy Jo said. “It’s their first wedding, after all.”

Alex and Iris were both wailing incessantly in their carriage as Francesca bent down to see them. “Oh well,” Francesca said, “at least they’re getting their crying out of the way before the wedding. What good babies!”

Sammy Jo laughed. “Let’s all pray that they sleep through the whole thing.”

“The ceremony doesn’t start for another two hours,” Francesca said. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not even my own children who are getting married.”

“Weddings bring out the jitters in everyone,” Sammy Jo laughed.

“Aunt Frankie, these shoes hurt!” Cathy said, tugging at Francesca’s skirt and hopping from foot to foot.

“Oh, you poor thing!” Francesca bent down to help her adjust the straps. “Listen, you just take them off for now. You only really need to wear them during the ceremony, anyway.”

“All right,” Cathy said thankfully, and wasted no time in tearing off both shoes and chucking them onto a table while she ran off to play with Joseph.

“It’s nice to see that dignity is wasted on the young,” Jason said, suddenly appearing at his wife’s side. 

“Oh, Jason, she’s just a girl,” Frankie smiled. “Anyway, I think she makes just about the prettiest flower girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t you?”

“Well, Jason, I see you’ve still got quite a collection of guns here,” Blake said, admiring Jason’s gun rack.

“Still the pride of the NRA,” Jason stated proudly. “Yeah, Blake, I wish I could get more use out of them, though. I was very fond of skeet shooting, but the pain in my back, you know.”

“Your back and my leg,” Blake said.

“Ah, we’re getting old, Carrington,” Jason laughed. “Good thing we have all these kids around to keep us young, eh?”

Just then, a stray tennis ball bopped Jason Colby on the head. “What the--” he started.

“Oh, my God! Mr. Colby!” Joseph stuttered. “It wasn’t me! It was...it was Cathy!”

“It was not!” Cathy protested. “You threw that ball!”

“Listen, you two, I don’t care who threw it! You just keep these balls outside!” Jason picked up the ball and tossed it out the side door. Cathy and Joseph both ran to retrieve it.

“Cathy! Don’t you get grass stains on your white stockings!” Francesca warned after her.

“Yes, Jason, our kids keep us young,” Blake concluded.

“Or maybe they’re putting us into an early grave,” Jason said, rubbing his noggin.

“Speaking of kids,” Krystle put in, “where are Alexis and Sable?”

Everyone laughed at that. “Maybe somebody finally tied both their tails together,” Francesca murmured.

“I heard that remark, Francesca Colby!” Alexis said, with a surprisingly good-natured tone. “Well, here I am, but as for the other cat, I can scarcely conjecture. Perhaps she’s sharpening her talons.”

“Alexis, you are truly a joy to behold,” Jason bent down to kiss her cheek.

“Well! If I’d known I’d get such a warm reception, I’d not have stayed away from California all these years!” Alexis declared.

“You should visit more often, dear,” Sable said, suddenly entering the room. “After all, California can always use another fault.”

“Well, well! The cat’s come out to play!” Alexis said. “Were you busy combing your whiskers?”

“Why no, my darling! I was busy chasing the rats out of the barn! I see one has found its way into the living room!” Sable replied.

“Now, Sable,” Francesca butted in, “Jason and I are throwing this wedding and I wouldn’t want sharp claws...excuse me, sharp words to ruin the day. Now if you and our cousin could kiss and make up for JUST...TWO...HOURS...everything would be fine and I shouldn’t have to be cross with either of you.”

“Well said, Frankie!” Alexis gave her a golf clap. “I was wondering when you’d develop the family backbone!”

“And you can shut up, too, Alexis. Or I’ll knock you onto your backbone!” Frankie snapped.

“Oh, boy. This is going to be one fun wedding!” Sammy Jo whispered to Fallon.

Denver Memorial Hospital  

“Yes, I’m here to see Roman Ramieres again,” Zorelli said. “Any change in his condition?”

The nurse turned pale. “Well, er, yes. He just died a few minutes ago. I’m sorry.”

“He what? How?” Zorelli stammered.

“We don’t know, sir,” the stunned nurse said. “The doctor believes he stopped breathing. That’s all we know for now.”

Zorelli instantly got on his phone and called headquarters. “Hello? Yes, it’s Zorelli. Listen, I want a full forensics team here at the hospital right away. Ramieres is dead.”

St. Paul’s Cathedral, Los Angeles, California

Somehow, the Carringtons and Colbys managed to stuff themselves into four limos and met at the church. The obvious tension among the Carringtons had worsened after the late arrival of William. When he finally showed up, Fallon really felt as if she hadn’t a friend in the world, and was almost sorry that she’d caused him so much grief in the past.

For William’s part, he was glad that at least Lauren was busying herself in the bridesmaid’s room; he didn’t want a repeat of their earlier confrontation. He had enough on his plate worrying over the puzzled looks the assembled Colbys were giving him. He shuffled into the church early and took his seat.

Unfortunately, both Jeff and Adam decided at that very moment that it was also be prudent for them to do the same. They both turned and headed for the door at the same time and naturally knocked into each other.

“After you, dear brother-in-law,” Adam smirked.

“Age before beauty,” Jeff shot back.

“You know, I’m surprised Miles didn’t ask you to be in his wedding,” Adam said. “I hear he needs a Worst Man.”

“All right you two, enough,” Dana snapped. “Adam, you get into that church this minute, or I’ll drag you in myself!” She yanked him by the arm, not allowing him to protest. 

The younger Carringtons and Colbys all soon disappeared into the church and sat sullenly and silently. Sammy Jo, however, remained outside as the twins decided that a wedding was indeed no time for a nap, and remained shrieking away in the hot Los Angeles sun. 

The proud parents and step-parents of the bride and groom all had the dubious honor of remaining in the lobby and receiving the guests. The first to arrive was a figure unfamiliar to most of those present.

“Now who is that lovely lady?” Jason smiled.

“Oh, that’s one of our poorer relations, Jason,” Alexis said. “That’s our cousin, Rosalind Bedford. She raised Amanda. She’s retired now, and I understand she’s gone a bit batty.”

“Hello! Hello, everyone!” Rosalind said. “Oh, my word, Sable! It’s been what? Thirty years? You turned out far more beautiful than I expected!”

“Thank you, but I’m Francesca!” Francesca said.

“I’m Sable,” Sable said simply.

‘Oh, well, my mistake!” Rosalind said. “Come let us have a look at you...yes, Sable, you turned out...eh, as well.”

“Dear cousin Rosalind,” Alexis said, “how delighted we are to have you. Tell me, how have you been keeping yourself these days?”

“Oh, I live in America now,” she replied. “A little seaport town on the coast of New England. I keep busy, growing herbs in my garden and casting spells on the neighbors. Fun stuff, that.”

“C...casting spells did you say?” Sable stammered.

“Oh, just simple little spells to break up lovers. Nothing drastic, like earthquakes or monsoons or anything. No, I don’t go into any of that heavy stuff.”

“Er, Rosalind, the wedding’s about to begin. Do take your seat,” Alexis sighed. “And promise not to cast any spells in the church, hm?”

“Oh, a witch can’t cast spells in a church, so I suppose you’re all safe! Well, ta ta, troops!” She disappeared into the church.

Everyone stood stone silent. “Well, I told you she’d gone batty,” Alexis rolled her eyes.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Blake suddenly announced. “Dominique!” 

“Blake! Congratulations! How good it is to see you again!” Dominique said, quickly embracing her brother. “Blake, Krystle, I cannot begin to tell you what hell my life has been since you saw me last.”

“Or what hell it’s going to be now that you’re back,” Alexis murmured.

Dominique ignored that remark but not before shooting Alexis a disparaging look. “Anyway, I just got back from a concert tour of Europe. Seventeen cities, and let me tell you, getting around in Europe isn’t nearly as easy as it used to be.”

“How interesting,” Alexis said. “And just how easy did you used to be?”

“Alexis,” Francesca interrupted, “isn’t there a single woman on this earth that you get along with?”

“Yes,” Alexis said. “My mother.”

“She’s dead,” Sable said. “So technically, she’s in this earth.”

“While others should be,” Alexis said.

“Oh, there’s Sammy Jo!” Dominique said. “I want to see the babies. Enjoy the wedding, everyone. I’ll deal with you later, Alexis. Hello, Dex!”

“Dominique,” Dex replied, as he had just stepped out of his car with Cameron.

“Oh, God,” Alexis said. “Who invited Riff and Raff?”

“Alexis my sweet,” Dex said, bending down to kiss her hand. “And a lovelier Mother of the Bride there’s never been.”

“Good morning, Mr. Dexter,” Alexis sniffed. “Please don’t forget to scrape the guano off your boots before entering the church.”

Dex bent close to her ear and whispered sweetly, “I’ll wipe them off on your head if you don’t start acting a little nicer in front of my son.”

“Sable’s son,” Alexis corrected him, as she noticed Cameron approaching and hugging his mother.

“You know, Alexis, a lot of people begged you to come to this wedding, to share in Amanda’s happiness, and you owe it to them to behave for just a little while.”

“I’ll learn to behave, darling, when you learn to get out of my face. Now, do step back--your chaps are digging into my thighs.”

Dex shook his head and without another word, entered the church.

“Enjoy the wedding, Mr. Dexter!” Alexis shouted after him. “You can just sit in the back with the hogs; all are welcome in the church!”

“I’ll amend what I asked you before, Alexis,” Frankie said. “Is there any woman OR man that you get along with?”

“Oh, who needs friends when one has a sense of humor?” Alexis stated, taking the time to pull out a compact and fix her lipstick.

“Never a nice word for anyone!” Jason smiled. “Alexis, if we were both 50 years younger, what a play I’d make for you!”

“If we were both 50 years younger, Jason, you’d be too old for me, as I wasn’t even born then.”

“Bizarre, considering you have a son who’s over 50 himself,” Sable said.

“It’s not in the years, my aging cousin, it’s all in the looks. Now excuse me, I have to make a quick call to Mother Nature, just in case anyone else wants to take a potshot at lil’ ol’ me.” With that she sauntered off into the ladies’ and was gone.

“If the ‘B’ word wasn’t so overused,” Francesca said, “I’d use it.”

Just then, Blake’s cellphone rang. “Yes? Kevin! How good to hear from...what? She said what?”

“Blake, what is it now?” Krystle asked.

“I understand. Yes, I’ll tell her.” Blake snapped the phone shut sulkily. 

“Tell her what?” Krystle said.

“That our youngest daughter would rather be galavanting across the globe, pursuing her sick obsession with Ashley, instead of attending her own sister’s wedding. That’s what!” he said angrily. 

“Oh, Blake, you don’t mean it. Oh, when I get my hands on her--”

“You know,” Blake said, “ever since that damn Kyle died, she’s been so headstrong and tenacious. She has nothing but time on her hands to focus on her witless vendetta against Ashley. Well, I’ll put a stop to that! The second she gets home, I’ll give her so much work to do that she won’t have time for a coffee break, much less Ashley Hamilton.”

“I still don’t understand why she called Kevin, and not to us,” Krystle said.

“She knew how angry I’ll be with her! As it’s not enough Steven isn’t here, now she’s missing too!” he called, still dissapointed that his son didn’t call and choosed, again, to be far away from his family. He surely wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Sammy Jo was pretty much dissapointed herself. She knew it’s not likely that Steven will show up suddenly in the cathedral, but still, seeing Jeff with Fallon and even Adam with Dana, despite what was going on between them, while she was alone with two babies, was too painful. As she noticed everybody are in the chapel and she is the only one left alone, outside, she forced herself to stop thinking of Steven and stepped toward the chapel. 

“Sammy Jo!” she heard a voice behind her, as she was about to entered the curch. She turned around, thinking she’s dreaming. 

“Bart? Bart Fallmont?!” 

“It’s so great to see you, you haven’t changed a bit!” Bart called as he embraced Sammy Jo. Sammy Jo embraced him back, looking around for Steven.

“Well, I must say this is a surpruse, I didn’t thought you two will dare coming here. So where is he?” Sammy Jo askd Bart.

“Who?” he didn’t understand.

“What do you mean, who? Steven, my so called husband?” 

“I don’t understand. What are you talking about? Steven isn’t here?”

“No, he’s not. You mean he wasn’t man enough to come with you, hmm? I should have known he wont’ have the guts to show is face in here!” she said angrily.

“Sammy Jo, I really don’t understand. Is something wrong? What happened with Steven?” he asked.

Sammy Jo looked at him, confused. He looked sincere, but still, it was weird. “Steven said he’s with you, he left us a message saying you two are travelling together in Europe,” Sammy Jo explained.

“No we’re not. Sammy Jo, I haven’t seen Steven for more then ten years now. the last time I heard from him was when he called me to say you to are married again.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. I don’t know what is going on here, but I promise you I have nothing to do with this!” he exclaimed.

“So where is he?” Sammy Jo asked stunned. 

Somewhere…  

“Ta-Dam”! Craig called happily as he walked into the room, holding a new lovely suit.

“What the hell?” Steven asked.

“This is your new clothes, Steven darling. Now, you need to take a shower, and shave. We don’t want the border police to think you’re Ben Laden’s brother, haven’t we?” he asked as he put the suit aside and released Steven from his handcuffs. 

Steven decided to play the game. “So I assume you’re joining me to a hot shower?” he smiled to Craig and began caressing his strong hands.

“Oh, it is tempting, Steven. But not now, we don’t have much time,” he replied.

“I’m hot, Craig. Come on… it’s been a while, you know – “ Steven still tried to seduce him.

“Believe me, we’ll have enough time to sex, lover,” Craig said as he finished releaseing Steven, “right now the most important thing is for you to take a shower and clean yourself. And I promise you’ll do whatever you want with me, tonight,” Craig winked at him.

“Tonight?” Steven asked.

“Of course, tonight we are finally going to be far far away from here, Steven. Far from the lies, the secrets, far from that lousy country. Can you believe it? in one hour or so we’ll be on hour way to Mexico!” Craig annouced, as Steven began underessing, trying to think of a way to sabotage Craig’s plan.  

Jim’s Apt. 

“What do you mean she knows, she knows what?” Anne sharked into the phone, all upset, “you’re idiot! I told you to keep your eyes on her, did I or did I not?… I don’t care you’ve tried! Now she can put it all together and find out everything… don’t tell me to calm down, you screw it all up! lucky that the nurses over there realized it’s not Ashley!” she almost shouted, “so what do you think she’ll do now?, no.. she won’d dare. Are you absolutely sure she’s on her way?  Oh, damn that Krystina, damn it! okay, I have to warn Ashley, you keep fill me in,” she said and with that hung up and dialed a number. 

“Shalom!” Ashley’s voice was heard through the telephone. 

“Thank god you answered, and not that fool aunt of yours,” Anne said.

“Mother? Is that you?”

“Of course this is me. Listen, you have to be careful,” she began.

“Mother, I really don’t have the time to you right now, okay? And please don’t call me and don’t’ bother me!” Ashley called angrily.

“Ashley listen to me, Krystina is on her way to see you and Danny, she knows everything!” Anne called nervously. 

“Oh stop beind so paranoid, mother. How can she possibly know?” Ashley asked.

“I’m telling you she knows! She went to Germany and visit grandma, she talked to people over there, she heard things. Now she’s on her way to tell Danny everything. You have to stop her! if this will be discovered you’ll losse Danny, and I can go to jail, sweetheart, she can ruin it all for us!”

“No, mother. She can ruin it for you, not for me. okay? I did nothing wrong, and I won’t let your mistakes ruining my life all over again!”

“You stupid girl, you’ll losse everything, don’t you understand?” Anne was angry.

“I have to go, mother,” Ashley said as she saw Danny approaching her, and then hung up.

“What’s up? who you been talking to?” Danny asked her.

“Oh, just an old friend of the family, you don’t know her,” she lied.

Back in Denver, Anne knocked nervosluy on the table, nervously. “Damn it, damn it!” she yelled as Jim opened the door and walked into the apartment. 

“What happened now?” he asked when he saw Anne on the edge.

“It’s all one big mess, Jimmy. One big mess!” she called hysterically and before he could react she took her purse and stormed out.

“Crazy woman,” Jim told to himself as he put his suitcase on the table and checked for messages in the voice machine. 

“Jim, this is Doctor Davidson, please call me as soon as possible,” was the first message. Jim sat down on the couch and took off his shoes.

“Jim, this is Sammy Jo,” came the second message that took Jim’s attension, “You wouldn’t believe it. Bart Fallmont just showed up in here. It seems that he haven’t talked to Steven for a while, and I’m very worried. Steven said he’s traveling in europe with him, but it’s obviouslly not the case. I’m very worried. If you hear something from him or knows something, please let me know. I need your help to find out what is going on here. Call me as soon you’re getting this message.”

“Oh, god, my god!” Jim called stunned as he jumped from the couch. In instand, he pulled the note with the directions Craig gave Anne, gave one look at it, as he wore back his shoes, and throw the note to the trush, not noticing he missed it. Then, he stromed out as well.  

St. Paul’s Cathedral, the ladies’ powder room

Alexis Colby was taking her time. She had instantly grown bored with the endless parade of long-lost relatives entering the receiving line and decided it would be far easier to dally in the ladies’ until the ceremony began. At any rate, it was disgusting to her to stand there among her enemies; almost a show of solidarity for the blissful occasion. She still had strong reservations against the marriage and felt it wouldn’t be wise to show any more support than she really felt.

She adjusted her lipstick for the tenth time, touched up her mascara and spritzed a little cologne here and there. She had hardly kept track of the time when Sable suddenly entered the room.

“Oh, how dreadful of me!” Alexis said. “Did I miss the wedding?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Sable said. “But you will if you don’t get a move on.” She dabbed a paper towel under the faucet and patted away the sweat from her forehead.

“Then again, maybe I’ll just stay in here the whole time,” Alexis went on. “That way, none of my friends will think that I actually support this wedding from hell.”

Sable dropped the paper towel into the sink. “Do you really still feel that way? I’ll have you know I was going to thank you for simply showing up here today, to share in our childrens’ happiness, but oh, no, you’re still Alexis. And you still have to ruin everything, don’t you?”

“For your information, I most assuredly do not support this so-called wedding and the only reason I’m here is because I had no choice. Now finish fixing your melting make-up and let’s get out there and get this rubbish over with.”

“You wicked beast! You’re not going anywhere near that ceremony!” Sable snapped. “I’d sooner die than see you ruin it!”

“Oh, is that so? Well let me tell you something, I’ll not allow that loser son of yours to ruin Amanda’s life the way he ruined Fallon’s! And furthermore, it is not yet too late for me to put a stop to it!”

“So! Is that what you think, dearie??” Sable spun around quickly and shoved Alexis back into one of the open stalls.

“Get your hands off me! What do you think you’re doing?” Alexis cried to no use.

Sable pushed Alexis right back to the toilet onto which she fell with a great porcelain thud. She managed to slam the stall door and dart out of the bathroom before Alexis could follow. In the lobby she discovered an iron candle holder and stuck it between the door handle and the wall, effectively locking Alexis in the powder room.

“Sable! You let me out of here!” came Alexis’ muffled cry from behind the door. But no one was near enough to hear. Sable turned the corner, smoothed her dress and rejoined the others.

Back at the reception…

“You’re joking, right?” Fallon asked Sammy Jo after the last one told her Bart Fallmont showed up, claiming he haven’t seen Steven for more then tean years.

“No, I’m not. He swore to me he have nothing to do with Steven’s vanishing, Fallon, and I believe him!”

“So why Steven said he’s going with him?” Fallon wondered.

“I don’t know why, except for the fact that Steven is not a liar. Why would he lie about something like that?”

“You’re right. It IS weird. Where is Bart now? I hope nobody seen him yet,” Fallon remarked.

“No. I told presence here will interupt the wedding. But we have to tell Blake and Krystle, they should know what is going on.”

“I agreed. But not now. Let’s wait with it after the cermony. I don’t want Amanda’s wedding to be ruined again. After she and Miles will leave, we’ll talk to my father. We have to find out where Steven is. Maybe my mother’s private detective can helps us.”

“Yes, and Jim. Still, he was involved with Steven and me. I already left him a message to contact me if he hears from Steven,” Sammy Jo explained, knowing Fallon isn’t so happy to hear Sammy Jo turned Jim for help.

“Okay. Let’s make sure for now that Bart stays out of the ceremony,” Fallon replied, “where is he now?” 

“Outside, come after me,” Sammy Jo said and they both slipped out.

“Oh no, the last thing I need is to bump into Fallon,” William told to himself as he saw the two ladies passing not far from him. He then quickly turned around and walked from the reception thourgh the back balcony, as his cell phone rang.

“Yes, hello?” he answered, “yes, speaking. Who’s asking? Oh, detective, yes. My father is busy right now, but you can tell me whatever you found out,” he said, “what? What news? No, what are you talking about, this is can’t be, you have a mistake. No, no, dear god, it can’t be true, no!!!” 

Jim’s Apt.  

“Jim, are you here? Jimmy?” Anne called as she walked into the apartment.

“Ashley. I have to talk to her again,” she mumured to herself and was about to dial the number as she noticed a piece of paper on the floor. She bend down to grab it and was about to throw it to the trash as she noticed what was written in.

This is Jim’s hands writing, but how – she thought and suddenly realized he probably eavesdroped to her conversation with Craig last night. 

“Damn you, Jim. Damn you!” she shouted as she began dialing a number.

‘You still have unsaved messages’ said the automaticly voice machine and Anne pressed the button and heard Sammy Jo’s message: “Jim, this is Sammy Jo. You wouldn’t believe it. Bart Fallmont just showed up in here. It seems that he haven’t talked to Steven for a while, and I’m very worried. Steven said he’s traveling in europe with him, but it’s obviouslly not the case. I’m very worried. If you hear something from him or knows something, please let me know. I need your help to find out what is going on here. Call me as soon you’re getting this message.”

“The hell with you, Sammy Jo, damn it!” Anne freaked out and then straed at the piece of paper with the directoins to the place Craig holds Steven.

“No, you won’t  dare, Jim… or would you?” she asked herself, and then, without hesitating, stormed out. 

Ben Gurion International airport, Tel Aviv, Israel  
	
The EL AL flight, which Krystina took to Israel, arrived to Tel Aviv at 10 PM. The passengers clapped all together as the airplane landed at landing path and when it stopped they all stood up immediately, collected their languages and waited ‘till the doors got opened. 

The warm wind tapped Krystina’s face as she left the arrival terminal and looked for a taxi to Jerusalem. Fortunately, the driver spoke English.

“Where you headed, miss?” he asked kindly after he took her luggage.

“Jerusalem,” she asked.

“Where exactly?” 

“I’m not sure, I’m looking for the Levy family,” Krystina said and the driver laughed.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

“You know how many Levis’ there is in Jerusalem? No to mention in Israel? You have to be more specific, you know.”

“The first name is Rebecca. But I really don’t know more. Why don’t you just drive to Jerusalem, and I’ll find out more details at the meantime, okay?” she asked and dialed to Kevin. No answer. He said he’d call once he’ll have the full address, where Ashley is staying.

“As your wish, miss, but it will cost you more if we’re going to nowhere,” the driver said.

“Don’t worry, money is not the problem here,” she replied, Ashley is! She thought and hoped she won’t arrive there too late. 

Back in Los Angeles  

The afternoon sun beamed beautifully through the stained glass windows of the cathedral. Miles Colby, beaming proudly, marched up to the altar to take his place. 

“Oh, how handsome!” Rosalind Bedford said. “He looks just like a fairy tale prince!”

“Just don’t mention that to Amanda,” Dominique said, a little stunned.

With Miles in place, the rest of the wedding party slowly entered the room. First Cathy, her shoes still smarting, took great relish in her role as flower girl, and quite enjoyed tossing the flower petals to and fro, here, there and everywhere. So excited was she that she quite ran out of flowers before reaching the altar. Then the bridesmaids entered: Lauren, Monica and Bliss. Lauren was mortified to appear before so many people in her dreaded bridesmaid’s dress, and the sulky look on her face was evident to all.

Next, Joseph ambled down the aisle with the rings on his little pillow. Cameron stuck his tongue out for a joke, and Joseph did all he could to keep a straight face and not go over and throttle his cousin.

Finally, Amanda entered the room with her stunning pale lavender gown. Blake had her on his arm, ambling along strongly beside her. Krystle gazed over at him; he looked so handsome in his tuxedo and it reminded her of their own wedding.

With her back to the altar, Krystle suddenly noticed a few conspicuous absences. She leaned over to Jeff. “Do you notice that there’s a lot of missing people? Where’s William? And Fallon? And Sammy Jo? And Alexis for that matter?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea, Krystle,” he said. “William was here a few minutes ago but he ran out. Sammy Jo’s probably trying to get the babies to be quiet and Fallon? She’s probably out getting shot at. As for Alexis, I’m sure she’s planning some grand entrance. Anything for attention, that lady.”

Amanda had, by this time, reached the altar. Her veil couldn’t hide the look of love within her eyes as she stood beside her intended. Miles smiled longingly back until the minister called Amanda close. “Where is the mother of the bride?” he whispered to her.

“For heaven’s sake! Isn’t she here? Mummy?” She turned around and look at the assembled faces. Her mother’s was not among them.

Sable sat in the front row with a strangely satisfied smile on her face. Dex caught that. “Sable, why do I think you know what happened to Alexis?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Why do you?”

“Sable!” Dex insisted.

“Oh, very well, Dex, she had a meeting in the ladies’ room and that’s where you’ll find her. Now if you’ll excuse me, my son is about to be married.” She spun back around with a devilish grin on her face.

Dex excused himself and darted down the aisle towards the aisle. Most of the others were oblivious to Sable’s plot. 

“Oh, well, if your own mother can’t give you away, you can leave it all to me, Amanda!” Rosalind said, clamoring her way out of her pew and on up to the altar. She looked quite a sight among the wedding party, with her frazzled hair and jangling bracelets, but Amanda could hardly conceal the fact that this old woman had raised her and had every right to give her away.

The ladies’ powder room

Away from the eardrum-shattering chords of the gigantic pipe organ, it didn’t take Dex long to hear Alexis’ cries from behind the bathroom door. He pried the candlestick away and released her.

Before him stood Alexis her face reddened by a fury he had never before encountered. “WHERE IS THAT COUSIN OF MINE?” she screeched. “I’ll kill her! How dare she??”

Alexis marched off towards the church. “Oh, no you don’t!” Dex said, grabbing her around the waist and holding her. 

“What are you doing? Let go of me this instant, I tell you!”

“Not until you calm down, Alexis,” Dex said.

“I will not calm down! I’ll make her pay for what she did to me, that stupid bitch! And another thing: if she thinks I’m just going to stand here and let this horror story of a wedding take place--”

“That’s it. You’re coming with me,” Dex said, picking her up and carrying her out of the church.

“Stop it, Dex! What do you think you’re doing??”

“You, my dear, are coming back to Denver with me. This minute!”

“You can’t do this to me! You have to let me go! My daughter is in there, making the biggest mistake of her life! Dex...!!”

The Church Courtyard

The reception was in full swing. Miles, no longer needing the minister’s permission, took every liberty in kissing his new bride. The cake had been cut and Miles had made Amanda promise not to shove a slice in his face. At any rate, she was too busy kissing him over and over to participate in that bit of traditional nonsense.

Blake and Jason stood nearby sipping champagne. “Well, Carrington,” Jason said, “they’re finally hitched. Do you think a money dance would fly in this crowd?”

“Sure, Jason!” Blake said. “I’ll throw them a couple of oil wells and you can toss them a small interest in your pipeline!”

“Done!” Jason smiled. 

“Such a happy day!” Sable said beside him. “Oh, it’s so wonderful that Alexis had the good sense to hightail it out of here and not make a scene!”

“Did she, my dear?” Jason asked curiously. “That’s not the way I heard it. I heard that you locked her in the ‘loo and Dex had to drag her ass out of here.”

“Jason, don’t be coarse,” Sable said with a pouty lip. “You know I’d never do anything so ridiculous.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Blake said. “Nothing Alexis could have done would have spoiled this day.”

“That’s right!” Sable said optimistically. “And do you know what? This marriage is more important than you know. Amanda and Miles have created a dynasty! A Carrington/Colby dynasty!”

Jason rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Sable, you silly goose, will you shut up about your dynasties and have some more champagne? This is a party!”

“It is a party! And how much we have to celebrate!” Sable said triumphantly and impulsively kissed Jason on the cheek.

Watching from a fair distance, Francesca Colby’s eyes seethed with vengeance.

*   *   *   *   *

Fallon still felt out of place and awkward during the whole proceedings. After all, she HAD been married to the groom and the bride WAS her sister. She felt icky and only made her congratulations out of the slightest of common courtesy. She was still shaken by Bart’s news and debated whether it was the correct time to tell Blake. 

She didn’t feel put out when her cellphone rang and a strange voice was on the other line.

“It’s about Roman? Well who are you? What? Okay, I’m coming right over.” Fallon exited the courtyard, heading for the gardens on the side of the church.

Jerusalem, Israel

Krystina paid the taxi driver and thanked him as he helped her taking her luggage out from the car. After he left, she took her suitcase and headed into the antique house, according to the address Kevin gave her a few minutes ago, after finding out where Danny is staying. 

Finally, she thought, I’m going to expose you and your psycho mother, and will get rid of you one and for all…

She put the suitcase on the floor and rang the bell. A young girl opened the door and looked at her, wondering who is she and what she want.      

“Shalom,” the girl greeted Krystina.

“Shalom. I’m looking for Danny and Ashley,” Krystina hoped the girl understood her. 

“Oh, Ashley, sure,” the girl said, “please come in, I’ll call her,” she added. Krystina was about to tell her not to call Ashley, she came to see Danny, but the girl ran upstairs to the second floor and vanished. Krystina closed the door after her, holding her suitcase. She hoped Danny would come with Ashley together. She wanted so much to see Ashley’s face when she’ll tell her she knows everything. How she will react? Will she admit the whole thing or maybe she’ll deny it? One thing is for sure: it’s going to be the end for her relationship with Danny. After he’ll hear what Krystina have to say, he’ll never talk to Ashley again. 

When Ashley stepped downstairs she tried to think who could it be, looking for her. She remembered the conversation she had with her mother earlier today. Not, it can be… she won’t come here, nor would she? She thought as she walked into the living room.

Krystina turned around when she heard the steps. 

“Hello, Ashley!” she called, with a faked smile.

“What are you doing here, Krystina?” Ashley asked, despite she knew what was the answer. 

“I came to see Danny. Can you call him, please?”

“He went to sleep already, you should have call first,” Ashley replied.

“You’re not looking too surprised, Ashley. Let me guess, your mother called to warn you or something?” Krystina asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And if you came to start with your nonsense again, you better go back to the states and look for somebody else to bother. Danny and I are happy here and don’t need you ruining our vacation,” Ashley said.

“Your vacation or your whole relationship?” Krystina asked sharply.

“Look, I don’t know what is your problem, Krystina. But you know what? I’ll be fair with you. Danny is sleeping already, but you’re more then welcome to stay here for the night. I’m sure my aunt will find a bed for you,” Ashley forced a smile. She got to earn some time and call her mother. And she has to keep an eye on Krystina. The best way will be letting her spending the night here. That way, she’ll have full control in the situation. But Krystina was smarter then this.

“You must think I’m stupid, Ashley. Well, let me tell you something, your days with Danny and our family is over! I’m on to you and your psycho mother, and I’m going to tell Danny everything, do you hear me? Everything!” Krystina raised her voice. 

“Keep your voice down, it’s the middle of night here!” Ashley became panicked

“What happened, sweetheart, you’re afraid somebody will hear what I have to say? Danny, perhaps? Or maybe your aunt, that wants to see your mother behind bars?” she attacked Ashely.

“You shut up, Krystina, shut up!” Ashley’s face got paled now. 

“No, Ashley. It’s about time everybody will know the truth. Everybody!” 

“Oh no, you are not going to talk to anybody, Krystina!”

“Really? And who will stop me, you?” Krystina almost yelled and then turned to the stairs, on her way upstairs.

“Yes, me, you bitch, me!” Ashley rumbled and ran after Krystina, grabbing her hands and stopping her from going upstairs.

“You leave me alone, you bitch, leave me alone!” Krystina yelled as Ashley dragged her back into the living room. She pushed her back, but Ashley was not willing to give up. When Krystina was about to hit Ashley’s head against the wall, Ashley pulled Krystina’s hair and pushed her. Krystina felt on the floor and hit her head. 

“Damn it, damn it!” Ashley murmured as she noticed Krystina lost her consciousness. 

“Ashley? Is that you here?” she heard Danny’s voice behind her and was about to run toward him, before he’ll see his young aunt. But before she could react, Danny noticed Krystina thrown on the floor

 “Krystina? Oh my god, Krystina!” he called, hysterically. 

Back in Los Angeles

Miles and Amanda began the first dance. Before long, other couples took to the open air dance floor and were whirling away to the delightful music. As the second number began, Rosalind Bedford snuck up on Miles and Amanda and cut in. 

“Miss Bedford,” Miles said, “it’s nice to finally meet you. Amanda’s always regarded you as her own mother.”

“Dear, dear Amanda,” Rosalind said. “And oh, what an eye she has for the lads! I must say, young Miles, you do fill out that tuxedo quite firmly.”

“Uh, thank you, I do try to stay in shape. And you’re looking...fetching this evening.”

“Yes, not bad for a 300 year old bag of bones, what?” Rosalind laughed.

“300 years old?” Miles was dumbfounded. “But how can that--”

“We witches don’t age as quickly as you mortals, you see,” she stated as fact. “But come and see me in Harmony one of these days. I’ll whip you up a love potion that’ll make your marriage last forever and ever.”

“Poor Aunt Rosalind,” sighed Amanda. “I do believe the poor old thing’s developed bats in the belfry.”

“But she’s right,” whispered Bliss. “She does look pretty good for being 300 years old.”

*    *    *    *    *

Lauren, still feeling quite stupid in her horrid dress, felt a pang of frustration at the quick exit of her mother. Again, she felt alone and neglected. By this time, they had all caught wind of the fact that Alexis had been removed from the wedding by Dex. Lauren felt strangely embarrassed by that; her only ally had been humiliated and taken away by force. She regretted that she’d ever been in cahoots with Dexter, and was hard pressed to find a friend.  

There was, however, still LB. But he was so happy partying away with Cassie. Still, Lauren went up to him and tugged on his sleeve, asking for a dance. He dutifully excused himself from his date and faced his sister.

“Why so glum, chum?” he asked of her.

“It’s just...this wedding sucks, okay? I hate this dress, Krystina’s not here, Danny’s not here, Grandmother’s not here and Mom’s just too busy on the phone to give me any of her precious time!”

“Okay, well where’s Dad?” LB asked.

“Two for two! He also got a phone call, and he ran off to the minister’s office!”

The minister’s office  

Hoping to find a computer over there, Jeff walked into the minister’s office. It was a nice antique office and it took few minutes before Jeff’s eyes noticed the mobile computer on the desk. 

“Well I’m sure the reverent won’t be mind, it’s for a good cause,” he murmured to himself and opened the computer. Nance’s wife just sent him a message that he’ll find all the information he needs in his e-mail account. She asked not to be involved with it and to ignore the fact she’s the one who sent it to him. The question of course was what is it.

Jeff connected to the Internet and soon opened his mail account. It wasn’t too long before he found the e-mail he was looking for. He opened the word file attached and began reading the information. 

“So help you god, Adam…,” he said as he found more documents inside the word file: recipients and contracts with Adam and John Nance’s signatures.

“Unbelievable, I finally got you, Adam. After all this time, I finally got you…”

Somewhere…

“Wow, you look like a brand new man!” Craig called when Steven went out from the bathroom, all dressed up and shaved. “You just need to put your coat on and we’ll go out, just hurry up, we don’t want to be late,” Craig added.

“I will, Craig. Few minutes,” Steven said.

“Great, I’ll wait for you outside then,” Craig replied and walked out, leaving the door half-open.

This is my only chance, Steven thought. He looked around him, trying to find something that will help him fight Craig. He knew Craig holds his gun frequently and that he’ll have to be very careful at the time being. The question was when he’ll attack him, and how. And where he’ll go after it? He even doesn’t know where he is right now. Well one step at the time, first I have to run away, before we’ll cross the border.

At the meantime, Craig made his last arrangements. Everything was ready to the big moment: he’s still had his badge with him, and his car. Steven won’t do a thing, he knows Craig have a gun and won’t take the risk. Besides, Craig felt Steven began to fall in love with him and thought that with time he’ll forget Sammy Jo and his life in Denver. As he planned to call Steven again, he heard a car parking outside and looked through the window.

“Damn it, what is he doing here?” he asked himself as he saw Jim getting out of the car. He quickly stormed out and headed toward him.  

“Hi, Craig!” Jim called friendly.

“What the hell are you doing here, Martinez?” Craig called, trying not to speak too loud.

“I came to see you and Steven,” Jim replied.

“Well this is not a good time. Why don’t you just leave and forget you saw me here, okay?” Craig asked.

Jim examined Craig. He was dressed nicely and smelled good. Then he noticed two suitcases at the cabin doorway. “Going somewhere, Craig?” 

“This is none of your business, Martinez. Now go back to your car and forget about us, okay?” 

“I don’t think so, Craig. The game is over. It’s about time somebody will put an end to that crazy game of yours,” Jim said.

“This game is something you and your ex-wife started and dragged me into it, if I recall right!” Craig became upset.

“Good. So now we’re telling you to stop. Its about time Steven will go to his family, where he belongs,” Jim said, “now if you’ll excuse me, I want to see him,” Jim said and headed to the cabin.

“You stop right there, Martinez!” Craig called as he pulled his gun and pointed it at Jim. Jim stopped and turned around.

“Put the gun down, Craig!” he called.

“Go to your car, if you don’t want to get hurt, now!” Craig said as he waved with the gun. 

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” Jim replied and began stepping toward his car. Craig followed him and went after him, making sure Jim will get into his car and go away. Jim did as he said and opened easily his car door.

“Come on, I don’t have all day!” Craig shouted.

“Alright!” Jim called, but when he was about to get into his car, Steven walked out from the cabin.

“Jim!” he called surprised. Craig immediately turned around to Steven, and Jim quickly used the situation and ran toward Craig, jumping on him before he’ll shot Steven. The two men felt on the ground and began wrestling with each other.   
  
“Steven, the gun, the gun!” Jim yelled at the process. Steven looked around him, searching for the gun, horrified, while Jim and Craig were still fighting. 

“He’s the one who behind it, Steven, he told me to kidnap you!” Craig managed to say. Steven looked at them, not sure what to do and whom to believe. Jim and Craig continued wrestling. Craig’s keys fell from his pants’ belt and rolled toward Steven.

“The gun, Steven, the gun!” Jim shouted again when Craig pushed him and tried to reach to the gun. 

Steven looked at him, then grabbed the keys from the ground and ran to Craig’s car,  
went inside and drove away. 

“Steven!” Craig shouted when he realized Steven escaped. Jim used the moment, grabbed the gun and hit Craig’s head. Craig fell on the ground, all-bleeding and lost his consciousness. 

“Damn it!” Jim murmured. He throw the gun and headed to Craig, checking for a pulse, “come on, Craig, come on,” he said as he heard a car coming, “come on, Steven, I need your help!” he called, assuming this is Steven.

“It’s not Steven, you idiot!” 

Jim looked up, stunned, as Anne went out from her car, “Anne!”

“He ran away, isn’t? You idiot! You ruined it all!” she yelled at him.

“Steven is back where he belongs, now we have to save Craig! Go to my car, I have some medical equipment over there,” he said while trying to stop the bleeding from Craig’s head.

“No, we can’t save him. It’s too late now, you ruined it all!”

“The guy is bleeding to death for god sake, come on!” he said, but Anne remained standing in her place, just looking at him taking care of Craig, “you’re not human, Annie!” he then added, rosed up and headed to his car.

“Don’t you move, Jim!” she called behind him as she picked up the gun from the floor and pointed it toward him.

“You’re nuts, you’re totally nuts!” Jim called.

“I’m serious, Jim!”

“Oh no, this is going to an end right now!” he announced and headed to her.

“Stand up, Jim, I’m serious, stop!” she called. Now it all happened quickly. Anne yelled at him to stop again, but he refused and when he came closer to her, reaching his hand to take the gun away from her, she pulled the trigger and shot him! 

Dex’s private plane

Alexis Colby was not a happy woman. She had not said one word to Dex Dexter since he’d ignominously dragged her from her own daughter’s wedding, stuffed her into his private plane and flown her off for Denver.

Dex realized that any moment she might explode with all the fury she was bottling up. He was prepared for that; he’d experienced it probably more often than anyone this side of Blake Carrington. But he was too busy for her prissy tantrums at this moment; after all, he had a plane to fly.

She sat in the co-pilot’s seat with her arms folded. It was Dex could do to get to put on a safety belt. She flew in silence as the last golden rays of the California sun dwindled behind them. 

Dex knew that the slightest word or gesture from him would get the explosion started. He figured that timing was everything in this case. He waited until the plane had reached its full altitude, hit the automatic pilot and relaxed.

“In case you’re interested, dear Alexis,” he began, “we are now crossing over the border into Nevada.”

The glare Alexis shot back at him showed him clearly that she was most certainly not interested.

He continued anyway. “We have nearly one thousand miles of open airspace before us, the evening is placid and steady and we should reach Denver in about 2 hours. So, whatever we have to say to each other, we’d better say it now.”

Alexis kept the cork in for just a moment longer, until it shot off by itself. “How DARE you put me through this indignity! Dex!!?? You had no right to truss me up like a calf at one of your stupid rodeos and shoot me across the country against my will! Of all the outrageous, childish, idiotic things you’ve ever done to me, this one tops them all!”

“Worse than the time I saved your life in Moldavia?” Dex reminded her. “Or worse than the time I saved your life from Sean Rowan?”

“Don’t you bring our past into this, mister! That’s not what this is about!”

“I’ll tell you what it’s about, Alexis! It’s all about Cameron! The only reason you and I are not together is the fact that you can’t stand that Cameron is my son!”

“Sable’s son!” 

“My son, Alexis! My son! And I’ll tell you what’s so ironic about this: I can put up with the likes of Adam all these years and you can’t put up with a 14 year old boy!”

“Don’t you drag Adam into this! Adam’s twice the man you are!”

“Especially around the middle! But no, you’re right, Alexis, this is not about Adam! It’s about Sable! And the fact that, for God knows what reason, you’ve hated her for half your life. And you don’t even remember why, do you?”

“Of course I remember, damn you! I hate her because she stole you away from me!”

Alexis was instantly mortified. She decided the cabin pressure must not have been right, otherwise she’d never have been so candid with the likes of Dex Dexter. She had nowhere to go and hide in her humiliation and Dex could see her soul stripped bare, as tears began streaming down her face, and her arms began trembling.

“So, I finally got some truth out of you at last,” Dex said quietly.

“Oh, Dex, why do you put up with me?” Alexis cried.

“Because I love you, you stupid bitch,” Dex said, leaning over to kiss her.

Alexis allowed the full weight of him to fall upon her in her seat. Then, deciding at last that she was enjoying this, she brazenly pushed him back into his own seat, but getting the throttle caught in the hem of her dress in the process.

The plane instantly went into a nosedive.

“Dex! What’s happened?”

“Shit!” he cried. “The controls are jammed! I can’t shake it loose!”

“Dex! You’ve got to stop the plane!”

“It’ll stop itself soon enough, sweetheart! We’re going down!” The plane spun out of control into the night.

Back at the garden 

“What?” Blake asked shocked after Sammy Jo told him Bart is here, and claims he haven’t saw Steven for more then ten years.

“How can it be, Sammy Jo?” Krystle asked.

“I don’t know, there he is,” she said as she saw Bart approaching them.

“Mr. Carrington, Mrs. Carrington,” Bart greeted Blake and Krystle. 

“Hello, Bart,” Krystle greeted him back and embraced him.

“Is that true, what Sammy Jo just told us?” Blake went straight to the case. 

“Well sir, the last time I saw Steven was when you and your family came back to Denver. Since then we didn’t met and barely talked on the phone. He called me few months ago, to tell me he and Sammy Jo got married. Since then, I didn’t hear from him,” Bart explained.

“This is so weird, why Steven would lie about him going with Bart to Europe?” Sammy Jo asked.

“I know Steven. He’s not a lier, Mr. Carrington,” he told Blake and then turned to Sammy Jo, “he could have just easily say to you that he can’t stay married to you, why for him to lie?” 

“There is a point in what he’s saying, Blake,” Krystle told her husband.

“I already called Jim and told him to let me know if he hears something from Steven. Still, they were involved,” Sammy Jo said.

“I got to go before I’ll miss flight, sir. I’m sorry I can’t help you more,” Bart said.

“You already helped us, Bart. If you wouldn’t show up here, we couldn’t know Steven is not with you,” Sammy Jo told him.

“Thank you, Bart,” Krystle said.

“I didn’t do anything. If I’ll hear something from him I’ll let you know. Please do the same,” he asked.

“We will, Bart. Thank you,”

“If you’ll excuse me now, I’ll say goodbye to Amanda,” he said and went to the bride.

“Something happened to Steven, Blake. I can feel it,” Sammy Jo exclaimed as she looked at Bart saying goodbye to Amanda.

“You take care of her, Miles. She’s a treasure,” Bart told Miles.

“I certainly will,” Miles smiled, “oh, there’s an old friend of mine, I’ll be right back, darling,” Miles said and left them. 
   
“You call us if you hears something from Steven, okay?” Amanda asked Bart.

“I will, don’t worry. Again, congratulations,” he greeted her again and headed out.

“What is all about?” Adam asked his sister as he approached her with Dana following him, “he came instead of our dear brother?” 

“No, Adam. He doesn’t know where Steven is. This is so strange!” Amanda called.

“Probably another trick of him, that’s all,” Adam murmured.  

“Funny you’re talking about tricks, Adam,” Jeff said as he sneaked behind Adam. 

“Jeff, please not now,” Dana asked him.

“I want to talk to you alone, Adam. Outside,”

“Whatever you have to tell me you can say it in front of Dana and Amanda,” Adam exclaimed.

“I don’t think you want them to see all those papers, Adam, or maybe you do?” Jeff asked, showing Adam the documents Nance’ wife sent him. Adam’s face became pale.

“What do you want from him, Jeff? Why can’t you just leave him alone?” Dana attacked Jeff.

“Maybe you should read those papers first, Dana, before you’re attacking me!” he said and gave her the papers. 

“Jeff, please – “ Amanda said as Adam looked at Dana, speechless. Dana took the documents and began reading it.

“Dad? What is going on here?” LB joined them and asked.

“Good Uncle Adam is going to jail!” Jeff announced, getting the attention of a few guests. 

Blake and Krystle at the meantime were talking to Sable and Jason, at the other corner of the hall.

“You mean to tell me,” Jason Colby said, “that Steven was never with young Fallmont in the first place?”

“Outrageous!” Sable said. “Why would Steven lie?”

“Nobody said he did lie,” Blake countered. “I wonder if--” but before he could end his sentence, Francesca joined them, half drunk. 

“I want a word with you, Jason. Now!”

“And I thought Alexis is the only one who can ruin weddings,” Sable murmured. 

“All right, Sable, that’s it, I’ve had it!” Francesca almost yelled. 

Sable sighed. “What is it now, Frankie? Can’t you see we’re having a serious discussion?”

“I’ll tell you what’s serious! I saw you making goo-goo eyes at my husband, and the two of you--kissing in the library last night.”

“Uh,” Jason said stupidly.

“I’ll deal with you next,” Francesca said. “It’s Sable I want now.” 

“Oh, forget about it, Frankie!” Sable said. “It was nothing, we were just reminiscing!”

“It looked like something to me! So now I know why you were so eager to return to California after all these years. You’re going to make another play for Jason, aren’t you? Well, I’m not going to stand for it, do you hear me?”

“To quote the slang of the locals, ‘get over it, dear.’ ” Sable sniffed.

“All right, you!” Francesca shot back. “If that’s the way you want it, you can have your cake and eat it, too!” With that, she grabbed a big chunk of wedding cake and smashed it into Sable’s face.

“Oh...you...!!!!” Sable began, but Blake cut her off.

“All right, ladies, now stop this. This is a wedding!”

“Blake, there’s something going on with Adam and Jeff,” Krystle suddenly said as she noticed them arguing, at the other corner.   

“God, what is wrong with everyone today?” Blake said and began heading to the direction of Adam and Jeff, as all of a sudden William showed up from nowhere and ran toward him, looking frazzled, his hair a mess. 

“D-Dad? Dad! She’s dead. My--my mother’s dead!” he yelled. 

Harmon Springs Police Department

Zorelli sat behind his desk. His case was ruined. With Ramieres’ death, there’d be no confession, no further clues, nothing. The case was as dead as Roman himself.

He had debated calling Fallon with the news, but could hardly stand to spoil her kid sister’s wedding day. No, Fallon would know soon enough. 

Zorelli barely noticed when the forensics technician entered the room. “Quincy!” Zorelli said. “So what have we got? The doctors told me he stopped breathing.”

“That’s what usually happens,” the technician said, “when a man is suffocated.”

Zorelli looked at him, his expression not changing one bit. “Suffocated, huh. So that’s it. I guess I can still keep my job. Because now I’ve got a murder investigation on my hands.”

A lonely corner in the garden

Fallon wrapped her shawl around her shoulders in the dusk. Her phone friend had told her to meet him in the garden but as far as she could tell, she was quite alone.

“Hello?” she tried meekly, but there was no answer. Nothing but the growing shadows cast by the trees.

She was about to turn back and return to the party when she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. She turned.

“Hello? Who is there?” she called again.

A lone figure emerged from behind a tree. He was old, ancient even. His face looked like a death mask. He held a cane in one hand and ambled along slowly, unsteadily.

As he drew nearer, Fallon’s heart raced as she slowly began to recognize this man. When he was but a few feet from her he finally spoke.

“Hello, Fallon,” Cecil Colby smiled.

“Cecil! Cecil Colby!" Fallon gasped in amazement. Her heart began pounding and she froze in terror, fainting to the ground, as we FADE OUT... END EPISODE 51! 

TO BE CONTINUED…