CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

THE DOCKS:

Sonny(leaned down to the bloody remains that were AJ, then looked up at a curiously unemotional Carly. She was looking down at AJ with as much emotion as she’d spend on a dead rodent.)He’s dead.

Carly: Good, that’s what I intended.

Sonny: Carly, we agreed we wouldn’t kill him because he’s Michael’s father.

Carly: That agreement ended when he started trying to kill you. Do you know he was even going to shoot you when we were getting married?

Sonny: Yeah, I knew.

Carly: And you didn’t tell me?

Sonny: I think this current situation explains why I kept quiet.

Carly: AJ, had to be removed. He wasn’t going to go away. He wasn’t going to leave us alone. Since you seem to have some aversion to killing people, I was more than happy to do the job for you.

Sonny: That’s just great. But now that he’s dead, who do you think they’re going to blame. If he suddenly disappears, we’ll be the prime suspects.

Carly: I highly doubt anyone will even miss him. The only one who might have is the FBI Hooch, and she’s dead. We really must thank the Sex Toy Stalker for doing us such a big favor. Besides, contrary to what you think, this was a well thought out plan.

Sonny: Yeah, just like all your other plans, right?

Carly: Wrong. I’ve had quite awhile to fine tune it.

Sonny: Just how long have you been thinking about it?

Carly: Since our honeymoon when I figured out he was behind you falling off the horse. Then when he called me to tell me he was going to drop a crate on you, that made up my mind for me. While we were taking our bath together, I fine-tuned it and got rid of all the bugs.

Sonny: You’re telling me while we were making love in the tub and afterwards in the bed, you were plotting how to kill AJ?

Carly: (smiled)What can I say, baby. Your love making inspires me to greatness.

Sonny: So, Miz I’ve Gotta Plan, just what are we supposed to do with the corpse. Leave him on the docks and hope nobody notices him?

Carly: I hadn’t really thought of how to get rid of the evidence, I concentrated mostly on killing him and covering up his disappearance, afterwards.

Sonny: See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. You never think out your plans, thoroughly.

Carly: Sonny, you’re a gangster. If you want to get rid of a body, I’m sure you’ll have no problem doing it. Although, I’d prefer we did it ourselves and didn’t involve outsiders. That way we cut out the chance of someone betraying us.

Sonny: You have a point. I suppose I could pack him in a crate of coffee beans, ship him out on a boat leaving for South America in the morning, then arrange for the boat to be lost at sea by convincing people I was trying to swindle the insurance company out of some money. That way no one would be none-the-wiser about AJ being packed up in one of the crates.

Carly(started laughing)How ironic.

Sonny: What’s so funny.

Carly: Come on, Sonny, think about it. AJ the booze bag being buried at sea in a tomb of coffee beans. It’s hilarious.

Sonny: That still doesn’t explain how were going to explain his disappearance so people don’t suspect us.

Carly: Sonny, I guess I never told you this, but I’m very good at forgery. If you can get me a sample of AJ’s writing, I can forge a letter to the Quartermaines from AJ explaining that he’s decided to leave town to get his life together and that he doesn’t plan to ever come back.

Sonny: I suppose that could work.

Carly: See, I told you.

Sonny: But, if I don’t get into AJ’s hotel room and remove all his things, no one is going to buy it.

Carly: I’m sure you’ll think of a way, baby. I have completer faith in you. (she gave his chin a little shake)There isn’t anything you can’t do when you put your mind to it.

THE DECK OF HELENA’S YACHT:

Helena: Did you get it all, Andreas?

Andreas: Every single bit of it, Madam. Oh, look, Madam, now Mr. Corinthos is dragging the body away somewhere.

Helena: Oh, goody, now I’ll have something on both of them. Make sure you get a close-up of this.

Andreas: So what are you going to do with this tape, Madam?

Helena: Use it to make their lives miserable. They’ve both thumbed their noses at me in the past. They’re about to find out there’s a price to pay for that. No one disrespects Helena Cassadine and gets away with it. (she turned to Andreas)While they’re busy on the docks cleaning up the mess they made, I want you to instruct our people to get inside their penthouse and plant surveillance cameras everywhere. When they go to bathroom, I want to be able to watch them. I don’t want to miss a moment of the suffering I’m going to cause them.

Andreas: When will you lower the boom on them, Madam.

Helena: I’ll let them cover up their little crime and let them think they got away with it, then I’ll make sure they find out otherwise. But until then I need to turn my attention to the Jax situation.

Andreas:(shut off the digital camera once Sonny and Carly disappeared inside the coffee warehouse with AJ’s body)Yes, Stefan and Alexis have found out where he is and they’re rushing to warn him, as we speak.

Helena: Stefan obviously thinks if Jax can prove he’s got an alibi for the time of the murders, then he can somehow prove I set the whole attack on me up to throw suspicion off myself. The fool! When we he ever learn he can’t outwit me.

Andreas: You’re not worried this could happen, Madam?

Helena: Let’s just say I’ve taken precautions.

THE RITZ HOTEL, LONDON, ENGLAND:

Jax(opened the door to Stefan and Alexis) Stefan. Alexis. What are you doing here? How did you find me?

Alexis: Chloe told us where we could find you. Jax, you’re in big trouble.

Jax: What are you talking about, Alexis.

Stefan: My mother has convinced the police you’ve been killing women in Port Charles and calling yourself the Sex Toy Stalker.

Jax: This is a joke, right?

Alexis: No, it’s not. Unless you can prove you have an alibi for the times women have been attacked in Port Charles, Helena may succeed in framing you for the crimes.

Jax: Just when did these attacks take place? (Alexis handed him a date for all the attacks)I have alibis for all these occasions.

Alexis: Thank God.

Stefan: You have to come back with us to Port Charles, tonight. With your help we’re going to prove that Helena is the real Sex Toy Stalker.

Jax; Damn right we will. Who does Helena Cassadine think she is trying to frame me for these crimes. Nobody gets away with trying to do that to Jasper Jacks. Nobody. If you give me thirty minutes to pack, I’ll meet you downstairs and we’ll head back to Port Charles on my private jet, immediately.(Then Jax showed Stefan and Alexis out of his room, but when he closed the door behind them, he didn’t rush to start packing his things. Instead he went over and looked at this reflection in the mirror)I’m sorry, Mr. Cassadine, but you’re too little, too late. (he peeled the latex mask away from his face, then he went over to the closet door and opened it. Inside was a very dead Jasper Jacks)Well, Mate, it looks like you and I have some traveling to do. (then he hefted Jax over his shoulder and left the room).