General Hospital Transcript Tuesday 7/23/02
>> Previously on "General Hospital" --
Gia: Oh, my God. It's me.
Courtney: If my husband gets another D.U.I., he has to go to jail.
Wynona: You're stripping to keep Coleman quiet and pay off the debt?
Man: Our investment is burning.
Felicia: What is it?
Roy: Pier 52 is on fire.
Sonny: You think DiLucca got the message?
Jason: Let's hope so.
Felicia: Did you not hear me? I was just asking who are you? What's your connection to Roy?
Roy: Felicia Scorpio-Jones, this is our insurance adjuster, Mr. Layton. Felicia is my partner.
Mr. Layton: Pleased to meet you, Ms. Jones. I'll be handling your claim. I'm sorry if I seemed a bit rude. I was distracted by the details of our investigation.
Felicia: Any preliminary conclusions?
Roy: Well, it's arson. I mean, what else would it be?
Mr. Layton: Still, it'll have to be proven. I'll be in touch.
Roy: You know, you -- you don't have to be down here. I got this under control.
Felicia: How can you say that? Our million-dollar pier has just been torched by the most dangerous man on the eastern seaboard. He's sending out a message loud and clear, Roy -- stay away from what Sonny wants. We're up to our neck in mob stuff. It doesn't get any more out of control than that.
Roy: Sonny is a low-rent thug. He might clean up well in his thousand-dollar suits, but he's no different or better than the ordinary pond scum in faded jeans I've been dealing with my whole life. I'm not impressed, I'm not intimidated, and I'm damn sure not backing down.
Felicia: Who are you calling?
Roy: You'll see.
Roy: Hey. I'm standing here on the docks, looking at the message you just sent. Well, I got one for you -- the Oasis Club on Portside Road. You be there in half an hour. There.
Felicia: Oh, you're smiling.
Felicia: You're smiling. I can't believe you think that's actually a good idea.
Roy: It is a good idea, and pretty soon you'll see just how good.
Jason: Why you meeting Roy? It's time for him to come to you, Sonny.
Sonny: He won't. He's too busy showing disrespect. He made the meet at the Oasis.
Jason: The strip club?
Sonny: Yeah, he wants to shove my face in the fact that I used to own one. Makes him feel powerful.
Jason: Who cares how Roy feels.
Sonny: We do because that's what's going to trip him up at the end. He's unlucky, he's not a player, he's got too much to prove. He gets a little money, he gets high on it like a drunk on a binge.
Jason: And drunks talk too much.
Sonny: Yeah, well, that's exactly what I'm counting on.
Emcee: Let's give up for sweet Daisy, the desert cherry blossom of the Oasis.
[Cheers and applause]
Wynona: Smile, sweetie. They love you.
Courtney: Yeah. Well, that's the hardest part -- smiling, pretending like you enjoy this.
Wynona: Well, it's working. You’re out there. So like it or not, you're a star.
Courtney: Yeah, a star with aching feet and sore muscles and two more sets to go. And a husband waiting for me to come home from my nonexistent job at a bank. Tell me something, Wynona -- when did my life get to be such a mess?
A.J.: I really don't want to bother my wife -- I know she's busy -- but if you could just let her know that I'll be waiting for her out in front of the bank, going to be taking the bus home with her, I'd really appreciate it.
Man: What was her name again?
A.J.: Courtney Quartermaine.
Man: There's no one here by that name.
A.J: Oh, you know what, she's brand-new. So could you just try another floor, please, because --
Man: No, this is it. I'm the floor supervisor.
A.J.: Well, you know what, we really haven't been married that long, so maybe she's working under her maiden name -- Courtney Matthews?
Man: I'm sorry, Sir, the night staff reports directly to me, and I can assure you no one named Courtney works here.
Gia: Wow, I have always heard Amsterdam was all that, but wow!
Lucky: I know, it's totally awesome, right? And you.
Gia: What about me?
Lucky: Oh, only the most glamorous, gawking tourist I've ever seen. "I -- I don't think we're in Port Charles anymore, Lucky."
Gia: I never said that, Lucky. Come on, it's not like you were any better with that camera around your neck. All you needed was some pink fluorescent shorts.
[Knock on door]
Gia: I'm coming. Hey! Oh, my God!
Gia: I can't believe this. Lucky, look who's here.
Gia: What are you doing? I thought you had a meeting in Brussels.
Nikolas: Well, I lied. I was actually in London picking up a surprise for you.
Gia: A surprise?
Gia: Well, where is it? Let me see!
Nikolas: It's not on me.
Woman: The surprise would be me.
Nikolas: And you are?
Woman: Think really hard. I'm sure it'll come to you.
Gia: If this is my present, you can take it back, take it away, because it's rude and it's bringing me down after I've had such a wonderful morning with Lucky. Didn't we, Lucky?
Lucky: Yeah, you bet.
Nikolas: So, you two have met?
Gia: Oh, her reputation precedes her.
Woman: I didn't know it was so good.
Nikolas: Gia, Tina is here to interview you for "Scintilla" magazine.
Tina: No doubt you've heard of it?
Gia: Yeah, heard it and read it. Yeah, I've been literate for weeks now.
Nikolas: Listen, listen, this can be a good thing for you. She is editor in chief.
Tina: And I rarely do interviews anymore -- unless the subject is terrificly important, of course. I never do models. But since Nikolas was such a love and asked me so nicely, I'm making an exception.
Gia: Well, don't do me any favors. It just so happens I didn't agree to do any interview.
Lucky: Yeah, actually, Gia's had a long morning and I think it might be best you just reschedule this thing for tomorrow.
Tina: I'm sorry. Exactly who are you?
Gia: This is Lucky Spencer. He's my extraordinary photographer and he's relentless when it comes to my beauty rest.
Lucky: The camera never lies, babe.
Nikolas: Okay, okay, you know what? The interview won't take that long, not nearly as long as the three-hour session with Tony Blair that Tina was so kind enough to let me pull her away from. All right?
Gia: Do you have any particular angle in mind?
Tina: Yes, I'm interested in the whole fairy-tale aspect of your life -- Cinderella with a ball invitation, Yankee homegirl made good. You know, that whole ghetto-fab thing.
Mike: Hey, listen, I'm sorry, I know it's late and I didn't call ahead, but I saw the lights on. I figured you guys were home.
A.J.: You know, I'm sorry, it's a bad time. I'm on my way out.
Mike: Yeah, well, don't let me stop you. I mean, I was hoping to see Courtney.
A.J.: I'm sorry, she's already out.
Mike: Well, at this hour, without you? Where did she go?
Roy: Welcome to the Oasis. I'm curious, does it give you a sense of deja vu? Or has the atmosphere stuck with you all these years so it feels more like, you know, home?
Waitress: What can I get you?
Sonny: Why am I here, Roy?
Roy: Oh, no small talk? Not even a pretense of civility? I thought that's how you people do business, all calm and civilized over five-course meals in your thousand-dollar suits, nobody speaks much above a whisper.
Sonny: You're wasting my time.
Roy: And you mine, so I'll cut to the chase.
Wynona: You look like a man who needs to loosen up a little. Let me borrow your lap and see what we can do about that.
Sonny: No, thank you.
Roy: That's your cue to leave, babe. It's nothing personal. He prefers blondes.
Wynona: My lucky day. Thanks.
Roy: I had a client who wanted to develop the pier. You spooked him.
Roy: When that didn't work, you sent one of your boys to torch it. I'm here to tell you it doesn't matter. You don't scare me, Sonny. What you did do is make me mad.
Sonny: What are you going to do, Roy? You going to retaliate, come after me? Huh? Do whatever you want. It's not going to work. You know why? Because you're not smart. You don't see things coming. Things happen to you. You can't even tell when being afraid is the healthy response.
Roy: You threatening me?
Sonny: It has nothing to do with me. It's about what goes bump in the night, things you can't control. Freak accidents like the fire, car wrecks, fatal falls out of nowhere, being unlucky. That's what I'd be afraid of if I were you, Roy.
Wynona: Look at what I scored.
Courtney: 100 bucks? What did you have to do for that?
Wynona: Not a thing. Santa's here, and you're in luck -- he's into blondes.
Gia: Actually, I wish I had been born in the ghetto. Life would've been so much easier for me and my 12 brothers and sisters. The good thing is we were close, not only in spirit, but in age, too. You know that expression "barefoot and pregnant"? Well, that was Mama, bless her heart. Daddy liked her that way. I know it sounds kind of bad now, but you have to remember we were brought in the deepest, deepest south. Did you ever see that movie "Monster's Ball"? Well, that kind of put me in the mind of home. Soon as we were big enough to walk, we were out there in the field picking cotton like our little lives depended on it. Of course, it did. I remember I was never really that good at it. Even then, I hated to break a nail. That must have been when my dream was sort of taking its root. Anyway, if one of us messed up, we would all get in trouble. If I didn't make my quota, then there we'd be, out there pick, pick, picking cotton in the moonlight. Well, I can tell by your face you're outraged, you're a little shocked. Yeah, I guess you were freaked out to find out about sweatshops. Well, that's what this was like, a sweatshop, only outside. Then one hot, muggy day, we heard the sound of approaching hooves, and we looked up and, lo and behold, Lord have mercy, this white horse came charging in and on its back was this white man. Not as white as some, but surely whiter than me. And here's the fairy-tale part. He came to be a genuine prince come to set me free. Of course, this was my Nikolas. So that's how I came to be known as the plantation Cinderella, although you do make a point. "Ghetto Cinderella" surely rolls off the tongue a little bit easier.
Tina: Enough, all right. You've made your point. The whole ghetto-fab, Cinderella imagery offends you. But it does beg the question, were you as offended when your fiancé prince bought you your celebrated "Tempo" cover story?
Felicia: Oh, God.
Jason: That's a horrible hiding place.
Felicia: What are you doing here?
Jason: Same thing as you. You know what you're looking for?
Felicia: Did you set my pier on fire?
Jason: You don't, do you?
Felicia: You did, didn't you? If you don't leave here, I'm going to call the police. I mean it. You have no business being here.
Jason: Yeah, well, neither do you.
Felicia: Roy is my partner. I am in and out of this apartment constantly.
Jason: Yeah? Then half of this would be yours, right?
Wynona: It's money for nothing. 100 bucks. You could leave for the night and go home to that husband of yours.
Courtney: What if he changes his mind and takes me up on it?
Wynona: Then it's 200, maybe 300. You know, I knew one girl, got a grand for one dance.
Courtney: I couldn't do a lap dance to save my life.
Wynona: How about saving your old man's? You know, I was under the impression that keeping Mr. Wonderful out of jail was the point of all this.
Courtney: No, it is. I just don't know how.
Wynona: Sure you do. No, trust me, honey, if you can strip in front of 100 you can shake your butt for one. And he's gorgeous, by the way, if that helps. And it's totally hands-off. You know that, right? They touch you, they're out of here -- house policy.
Courtney: Shake my butt?
Wynona: Yeah, gyrate. That little "come hither" look. 300, easy.
Courtney: God, this is so out of control.
Wynona: Come on, it's table five, the one facing the bar. Dark suit, no tie. Go on.
Roy: I know what you an about accidents. You get a lot of that in prison. You know, some guy gets clumsy playing basketball out in the yard, trips, knocks himself dead on the concrete. I'd bet if you did a study, you'd find out most prisoners are accident-prone. But see me, I never had that problem, not since the first punk came at me with a shiv. Same deal when I worked for the Feds. A lot of accidents happen to undercover agents, but I got myself immune. So thanks for your concern, but I'm feeling pretty safe.
Sonny: You ever hear of the law of averages, Roy? Luck runs out. Could we stop talking in circles and get to the point? Your pier is destroyed. You are financially exposed. Your insurance rate is about to go sky high while your property value plummets. You're out of business, Roy, before you even start. And you know, I got to tell you something -- I feel sorry for you. That's why I'm willing to give you another chance to take my original offer of $2 million in cash.
Roy: It's always been easy for you, hasn't it? Throw a few million on the table, make a few veiled threats, and everybody panics and backs down. You need to get ready for a brand-new experience.
Sonny: Why you fighting so hard to keep something you know you're going to lose in the end? You've been offered a way out that's going to make you a very rich man. Take the money and run. That's what you wanted all along, right? Don't push your luck, Roy.
Roy: Maybe I enjoy the game.
Sonny: It's not a game, it's business, and you don't know how to play it.
Roy: Is that right?
Sonny: Yeah, you didn't buy Pier 52 to make a profit or to show return on your investment or to develop a little retail store.
Roy: I didn't, huh?
Sonny: You bought it because of your personal vendetta against me. Which not only makes you a liar and the rat that everybody knows you are, but a world-class fool.
Roy: Well, if that's true, you rest assured I'm not the only one.
Sonny: Who else, Roy? Who wants to take me down? Edward Quartermaine? Jax? Who you fronting for?
Roy: Ah, I'm my own man here.
Sonny: You are? You've been a puppet for the Feds for 20 years. Now somebody else is calling the shots, someone who doesn't give a damn where you end up or in what condition.
Roy: But you do, huh?
Sonny: Well, we were almost friends once. Maybe we can work out, you know, something to our mutual benefit.
Roy: I'll tell you when that might happen, Sonny. Never.
Sonny: Oh, you're on some kind of buzz, aren't you? Yeah? On a little buzz there? Some money fell into your lap, you took the ultimate high. Well, let me tell you something about highs. Eventually you're going to crash. And whoever's calling your shots is not going to be there to pick you up. Roy DiLucca -- road kill. Some unrecognizable thing somebody just happened to run over on the way to the showdown with me.
Wynona: See? I told you. That guy at the table totaled your quota and you're out of here for the night. Did you have to dance?
Courtney: No, there is a God. I recognized his voice and I got out of there before he saw me.
Wynona: You know him?
Courtney: You don't? That's Sonny Corinthos.
Wynona: The mob dude? Whoa. Wild. Hey, but I don't get it. I mean, well, aside from the obvious, what could you have that Sonny Corinthos would want? No, no, put back on your costume and go out there and just dance for the man. Take his money and go home.
Courtney: No, I can’t. He's got it out for me and my husband, and if he sees me working here, things will get ugly. You got to cover for me. Will you?
Wynona: Sure, sweetie. Don't worry about it.
Courtney: Oh, thank you. I owe you so big time.
Mr. Coleman: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Courtney: Hey --
Mr. Coleman: Where do you think you're going?
Courtney: I need to leave.
Mr. Coleman: Like hell. There's a high roller out there that wants a private dance from you and only you, and you're going to give it to him.
Mike: Courtney's working at nights in a bank on top of her day job? Now, come on, how long has this been going on?
A.J.: Look, Mike, that's not the question you really want to ask, is it? More to the point is, how long will Courtney have to do this? How long will she have to continue to break her back to support me?
Mike: Yeah. You got an answer for that?
A.J.: Yeah. We're on the home stretch. I finally got a job. I can start taking care of Courtney. You can trust me.
Mike: Trust you? Why would I do that? I mean, what could you possibly do to make me believe anything that came out of your mouth? You -- you lied my daughter into this marriage. You palmed yourself off as Mr. Sensitive, the poor underdog who's mistreated by friends and family alike, and my little girl bought it. All of it. But she was always a sucker for strays. "Oh, give me the little mangy one in the corner with the big, sad, lonely eyes." You sold my daughter a load of bull about loving her. And then on her wedding night, you tried to trade her for what you really wanted -- Michael. What is next, A.J.? What are you going to swap your wife for next?
Jason: Did Roy happen to mention he had another stash, here or somewhere else? Felicia, does this -- does any of this make sense to you?
Felicia: Yes, it does make sense to me. You were here before. You planted it. You obviously picked the lock before, didn't you?
Jason: Come on, Felicia. You're a good P.I. and you play a good bluff, but these are the facts. Someone out there is using Roy to take Sonny down.
Felicia: Don't you think I'd know it if it were true?
Jason: You suspect it or you wouldn't be here. This cash should prove that.
Felicia: Roy and I are partners.
Jason: Partners? Partners don't toss each other's apartment.
Felicia: I trust him.
Jason: Trust your instincts. Like the one that brought you here and the one that's been telling you that Roy's been holding out on you. You were right. Now the question is, what are you going to do about it?
A.J.: I know you don't like me. I haven't given you much reason to.
Mike: No argument here.
A.J.: But like it or not, we're family now, Mike, and you have the right to know how I feel about your daughter. Would you sit down, please? Mike, I can't pinpoint exactly when it happened. I suspect it was when my family disinherited me and threw me and Courtney out on the street. She didn't flinch. No, instead she took my hand, she said, "Come on, let's get out of here and never come back." And from that moment, she hasn't wavered.
Mike: Well, that's my girl.
A.J.: She's made me realize what I have, what I lucked into. And all those things I spent my life coveting, aspiring to, stabbing backs to get at -- they don't mean a damn thing to me anymore. I am so happy living in this dump that my amazing wife has somehow managed to turn into a wonderful home. Anyway, I start my new job down on the docks tomorrow. I'm very excited about it. Now I can start contributing to taking care of Courtney --
Mike: Wait a minute. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Your -- your job on the docks?
A.J.: Yeah. Driving a forklift. I'm going to be the best damned forklift driver they've ever seen.
Mike: A.J. Quartermaine, blue-collar worker?
A.J.: Yeah, I know, it's -- it's crazy, but it's me. Mike, I am crazy in love with your daughter, who I was so lucky to marry. She's not a means to an end. She's just the end in itself.
Mike: Well, personally, I think my daughter could've done a lot better. But for some reason, she chose you, and Courtney loves you, A.J. and she believes that you love her back. And that makes her happy. And as long as she stays that way, you will have no problem from me. But if you make her regret her choice --
A.J.: It won't happen. It won't happen. I promise.
Mr. Coleman: You have a headache? That's why God made aspirin. Take one, then go out and dance for the customer.
Courtney: Come on, Coleman, just give me a break. My head is splitting.
Mr. Coleman: You don't need your head to move your butt.
Wynona: Oh, nice, Coleman. Way to make friends and influence people. How about bullying the poor girl so much she takes a powder? How about pushing her so hard she never comes back?
Mr. Coleman: Well, that wouldn't be so good for her home life.
Wynona: Yeah, well, it wouldn't be so good for your business, either. Who's been bringing in the crowds? Who sent your receipts up 50%? Courtney, that's who. If she doesn't feel well, let her go home. You ever hear the story about the idiot who killed the goose that laid the golden egg?
Mr. Coleman: You ever hear the one about the stripper with the big mouth?
Courtney: Hey, I'll make it up to you, okay? I just have to go.
Mr. Coleman: Fine, honey. Get out of here, okay? But no headaches this weekend. I want you here both days, fresh as a daisy. Okay?
Wynona: No, no, don't worry, kid. We'll deal with the weekend when it gets here.
Courtney: This is crazy. How can I keep doing this? I've never been good at secrets, and now they've become my whole life. This isn't working for me, Wynona. I mean, something's got to give.
Nikolas: Tina, you act like using contacts to get Gia a cover is a bad thing. It's called networking. It happens every day in every occupation, whether it be artists, entertainers, politicians, journalists. You started in research, right?
Nikolas: Now, wasn't your rise to the top due to the fact that you were married to the publisher? Look, I'm not saying that you're not the best at what you do. So is Gia. But who you know and how they're willing to help sometimes can be as important as talent.
Lucky: Yeah. You know, Nikolas may have used his contacts to open the door for the "Tempo" cover story, but he had nothing to do with the way that issue flew off the stands. Because the fact is if you don't have the talent to back up that favor, you go nowhere fast. And Gia -- she's got that and more.
Tina: The magazine has the basic biological facts on you -- the real ones. What I was hoping to do here was to get a handle on your personality. Most models aren't blessed with one. You are not in that category.
Gia: Should I be flattered?
Tina: Wait until the article comes out, then decide. I will say this -- you're an edgy little thing, and edge is what our magazine is all about. Thanks for your time.
Nikolas: I'll walk you out. Thank you very much. Whew. Well, uh, that went well.
Gia: You bought me the "Tempo" cover?
Nikolas: No, I bought ad space. Okay, it positioned you and me for a favor.
Gia: Still, you convinced me to believe that I got that on my own.
Nikolas: Yeah, I -- I did, to build your confidence.
Gia: I have plenty of confidence. Right, Lucky? You said it today, I exude confidence.
Lucky: I know, Gia. It's not about you, it's about Nikolas. He's a Cassadine and they're all about control. You know, in the drama of your life, Nikolas produces and directs and stars. You're barely a featured player.
Roy: How'd you get in?
Felicia: Expert lock-picker, remember?
Roy: Oh, yeah. Guess that'll make a guy think twice.
Felicia: How was your meeting with Sonny?
Roy: Oh, it was pretty much what you'd expect. I'll tell you about it later. There's something that's on my mind that's really been driving me nuts. I got to talk to you about it.
Roy: You'll have to bear with me, maybe while I spit this out because actually telling someone the truth is foreign to everything my life has turned out to be. All those years working undercover for the Feds, all those fake lives lived under fake names -- lies. No one you could really trust, no one you could call a friend, you know? Forgetting how to love someone, how to be loved.
Felicia: What are you trying to say?
Roy: I just -- I want to do it differently this time -- with you, with us.
Roy: That insurance adjuster on the docks? He's really the courier for our money source -- a man I haven't met, who doesn't even have a name yet. So when Sonny says that I'm fronting for someone else to take him down, he -- he's not wrong, Felicia. So feel free to jump in anytime here.
Felicia: I already know.
Nikolas: This has nothing to do with you, so stay out of it.
Lucky: Oh, actually, I have a vested interest in Gia because whatever happens in her career has an effect on mine, for better or worse. And if the word's out that you're pimping her --
Nikolas: Make sure you're ready to go where your mouth is about to take you.
Gia: Okay, you know what -- you know what I would really like is for you to go and let me handle him, okay?
Lucky: That's fine by me. Grab my camera.
Nikolas: Okay. I get that you're mad. But I thought you and I see the world alike -- in shades of gray, not just black and white. So make me understand, okay? What is so wrong with me using a little influence to jump-start a career for the woman I love?
Gia: If you're asking me if there's a problem, the answer is yes.
Nikolas: Okay. Okay. So explain then. Why?
Gia: Next time you part the waters for me, you sure as hell better make sure I am there to watch you pull off the miracle.
Courtney: You waited up for me.
A.J.: Yeah. I can't sleep without you. In fact, I can't do anything without you anymore. How are you?
Courtney: Mmm. Oh, it feels so good to be home and in your arms.
A.J.: Yeah? How was work?
Courtney: Just work.
A.J.: Hmm? Boring?
Courtney: Well, I wish I could regale you with stories of office intrigue and fascinating co-workers, but it's just inputting numbers after hours at a bank. It was the same as last night, the night before, and it'll be the same tomorrow.
Roy: So you knew about the money all along?
Felicia: I did.
Roy: What would you have done if I hadn't told you the truth?
Felicia: Cut my losses and walk away. I am not interested in being involved with a liar.
Roy: I'll bet. I won't hold out on you ever again. Even so, you might want to reconsider this, kiddo. It's not too late to walk away.
Felicia: Why would I?
Roy: Because this situation is clearly dangerous. And if you feel like you're in over your head, I understand.
Felicia: I have been in lots of dicey situations before where I came out of it in one piece.
Roy: And a lovely piece it is. So, haven't we put in enough work hours for one day, partner?
Felicia: Did you have something in mind?
Roy: Yeah. I did.
Mr. Layton: Roy DiLucca was insistent. He wants a meeting.
Man: Set it up. Might as well get this show off the ground, right?
Sonny: We'll soon know how Roy's money man decides to retaliate for the fire.
Jason: Whichever way he comes at us, we're going to be ready.
Man: Showing myself to DiLucca isn't important since we both know he's not our target.
>> On the next "General Hospital" --
Sonny: Can you just hear me out?
Luke: While it's even a stretch for me to believe Baldwin’s an arsonist, there are questions to be asked.
Jason: I thought I'd make sure you're okay.
Zander: She's fine. So am I.