GH2017.49 Covering The Bases

Dinner time at the Jacks compound in Tunisia. A table has been set up in the court yard with candles and crystal. Georgie is surprised to see that the table is set for three.
Georgie: Jerry, Who else is coming to dinner?
Jerry: Friend of the Family, darlin'. He arrived while you were sunbathin'. He has a standing invitation at all the Jacks' properties.
Georgie: He sounds important. Who is he?
Jerry: Billy Onassis. He's a journalist; he was in the area covering a story.
Georgie: A reporter-- are you nuts?
billy: Why would it be nuts to be friends with a reporter? (Georgie jumps at the voice behind her)
Georgie: Hey, no offense. I've just been trying to get away from reporters lately.
Jerry: Oh Babe. Don't worry, Billy doesn't work for a tabloid.
Billy: Who knows? Maybe tomorrow!
Jerry: What?
Billy: Just got fired, old man. My publisher and I didn't quite see eye to eye on a story. I think there is one and he was telling me to back off.
Jerry: And you won't back off. Just a bit stubborn I'd say.
Billy: I wonder who I get that from? Anyway, I thought I would go to The Banking Centre tomorrow and see what I could find out.
Georgie: What's this big story worth getting fired over?
Billy: International terrorists with US connections. (Jerry and Georgie exchange glances.)

Jerry: Sounds dangerous. I hope you're wrong.
Georgie: Aren't there like cops who investigate things like that?
Billy: I've found in the past that police have little rules they have to follow. (Shrugging his shoulders) That's not my concern. Only the story. And you never did say why reporters would bother a lovely lady such as yourself? ( He looks Georgie over from head to toe admiringly. . . the gold threads woven in her caftan the same color as her hair.) Or how you . . . hooked up . . . with this old geezer?
Georgie: (stiffens at the implication) And you are a "friend of the family?"
Jerry: (Coming up behind Georgie puts an arm around her waist before whispering in her ear) Get in character, love. He's assigned you a role; lets give him what he expects. (Georgie smiles, a tiny giggle bubbling up from within her. Jerry raises his voice slightly) She is my angel of mercy.
Georgie: Jerry darling, you are shameless! Why don't I go check on dinner while you two catch up? (As she walks away, she mutters to herself 'before I drop that horse's ass on his.')
Billy: (Watching Georgie gracefully walk away) She is quite lovely. She looks expensive.
Jerry: If you have to ask; you can't afford it, boyo. And I'm afraid, I keep her quite occupied.
Billy: Oh I don't poach. You know that. When I was rubbing oil on her this morning, she seemed very . . . responsive.
Jerry:(laughing) You put your hands on her? Lad, you don't know how responsive she can be; Georgie is a regular firecracker. Pray you never find out; oh by the way, I wouldn't mention this morning to her. She's got this thing about touching being by invitation only. And I am afraid her dance card is quite booked.


Early morning in Port Charles. The apartment. Cari, Brooke and Lu rise
. Brooke: Only this project could get me out of bed at this god forsaken hour.
Lu: I'll make the coffee.
Cari: And I'll make you anything you want for breakfast. It is the least I can do after I almost killed you in the car yesterday.
Brooke: (thumbing through a bathroom supply catalogue) Yes, it is and I want an omelet- with the works. So Greg said all I have to do is scan over this little barcode thingy and the stuff I pick will automatically show up on the bathroom plans in scale and everything . . . so I can see how everything looks together?
Lu: Yep, you heard him right. What do you think about doing all the bathrooms?
Brooke: Well--I don't know; would I get to try them all out? Just kidding. I never thought a catalogue of . . . plumbing supplies could get me so . . . hot. I think I may need therapy.
Cari: If you do, then get a group rate. I was up all night looking at the kitchen fixtures and on the phone with my mother. We were both getting excited. Neither of us have ever had the "perfect" kitchen.
Lu: (laughing) This is so twisted. I know just what you mean! Daddy already called this morning to tell me that the windows were being delivered today. Most of them should be put in by tonight.
Brooke: How in the heck does he do it . . . nevermind, I really don't want to know.
Lu: I noticed you talking to him yesterday . . . How is everything? Did your Gram like the portrait?
Brooke: She loved it! Nik is going to be a problem though.
Cari: Why is that? (Setting the stuffed omelet with shredded potatoes and sourdough toast in front of Brooke)
Brooke: Oh my god ,you're not kidding when you said you could cook.
Cari: Oh this is a short order style breakfast; even my dad can do this. Why is cousin Nikolas going to be a problem?
Brooke: Evidently, since he came to my rescue once; he thinks that I'm permanently under his wing. He was trying to get my Ma to cancel my tour, put on security-- basically truss me up like Fort Knox. ( She takes a bite groaning as she savors the flavors) I don't care what you say you are an artist! A genius! You can cook for me any time . . . in fact if you want to go on tour . . .
Lu: No way. She is sticking around! And you aren't going out on tour until you get those Bathrooms all picked out and designed for me!


Wyndemere: another power breakfast is underway. Present are Stefan, Nik, Jason and Lucky.
Stefan: Here is the latest intelligence information out of Russia and from our sources in the middle east. You'll note the buildup of propaganda in Russia. I think they are planning a big action with the next shipment. If that shipment is cut off, they will lose face.
Jason: (Throwing copies of files out on the table) This is a copy of the shipping schedules for that area . . . I have already highlighted the most likely prospect. I should have confirmation within twenty-four hours that the contraband is on it.
Nik: What are you planning?
Jason: Highjack my own ship. It leaves PC intact but that crap doesn't arrive. It may buy us some time. Might even have the critters turning on each other. They're the only ones that know that the contraband was aboard.
Lucky: I like it. If anyone knows about highjacking merchandise it is you, Jase! Make it look like a double-cross. Hopefully, they will take each other out.
Stefan: Luck and hope are not something I am willing to risk our families on. Precautions must be taken now!
NIk: Agreed. Ideally, we'll have some warning. But there are no guarantees.
Lucky: Jason and I have been talking about that. His people are better for personal security. The men working for the Cassadine in the US are rent- a- cops. Well paid but with a few exceptions not going to jump in front of a bullet.
Stefan: (snarling) What exceptions? They'll be the only ones remaining on the payroll!
Lucky: I'm not saying that they won't be good in a firefight when their own asses are on the line. Just that Jason's people are better for making sure nobody gets close to the target. If you want to revamp security when the threat is lifted I'll work with you on it. Jason, The Cassadine are better at tech survellience. I'd recommend you have them install security around your targets.
Jason: I can't have people recording my business.
Stefan: White noise generators could be installed on the phone lines. As long you were on the phone, there would be no issues. You should have those anyway. There is no such thing as a secure line anymore. You really should get out of that business, Jason.
Jason: We've already had this conversation more than once. If I was stuck with just ELQ, I'd slit my throat.
Nik: Well, now you have someone else trying it for you.
Jason: (making a decision) Survellience on the gates and around the main house. I'll talk to Emily and Tom about moving to the house. Monica will freak because Emily's dogs will be digging in the roses but . . . (he shrugs)
Lucky: She afraid they are going to dig up a body? Sorry. Couldn't resist.
Nik: (annoyed) Try! What about Alexis?
Jason: She isn't budging, but you're welcome to talk to her.
Stefan: I'll speak to her.
Jason: (Shaking his head) Nik would have better luck. Tom really hates your guts. Course as a shrink, he'd never admit that. Don't feel bad; he ain't crazy about me either. She's already told Stone he is to be either here or at my place.
Nik: Your place?
Jason: Mrs. Landers will be covering the inside of my place and I'm normally there too.
Stefan: Good, good. I would prefer here however.
Lucky: What about Gina?
Nik: My wife is refusing all security. She also said if I stopped by her apartment again without using the doorman, she'll move from the building. Lucky: (Bursts out laughing while the other men suppress smiles) That's ex- wife, Nik. If she won't take personal security then we'll just up the ante on the building and also at GH. Stefan, you were planning on the building anyway since Lu and Gina are there, right?
Stefan: I have a security specialist there now. He should be contacting me by lunch time with his assessment of the security flaws of the building. After lunch he will be assessing the warehouse.
Jason: What is this about a warehouse? I was hearing about it from Brooke at Mrs. C's birthday. You should have let me know you were looking; I would have gotten you one cheap.
Lucky: Lu's latest project . . . rehabing a warehouse in the waterfront district and converting it to condos.
Stefan: (looking at his watch) It's within minutes of the island by boat. I should be getting over there. I have a load of bullet proof glass arriving within the hour and I want to supervise the installation, ASAP.
Jason: You using the same company that you recommended to me?
Stefan: Yes.
Jason: Wonderful stuff. Tested it at my place. AK47 didn't even pit the glass.
Nik: (Sarcastically) How comforting. Lucky, where will you be staying?
Lucky: Well I figure I'll just play it be ear and move around a bit.
Nik: Yes, we wouldn't want this to interfere with your lovelife.
Lucky: Hey- I'm not a Cassadine or A Quartermaine . . . I'm just along for the ride. Which reminds me, I'm off to give Cari a driving lesson. Nik, I'll expect Staci at the club by 5pm to start her shift. Tell her no black! ( With that he walks out)
Stefan: Looks like the meeting is breaking up. Jason, I'll contact you once I hear from Jerry.
Jason:(Muttering) Tell him to drop dead and take his brother with him.