The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Friday 5/25/01
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Sally: There they are, Spectra's glory days. But that was a long time ago.
Clarke: Okay, Sally -- you want to tell me what's going on?
Sally: Hello, Bucky.
Clarke: You got a problem with my work, you just say so, okay? You don't go sneakin' around behind my back canceling fabric orders.
Sally: Will you take it easy? This has got nothing to do with you. It's got everything to do with money.
Clarke: Well, like I tell you, Sally, you gotta spend it to make it.
Sally: When are you gonna learn that you gotta have it before you can spend it?
Clarke: We got it, don't we? We don't. Oh, Sally. Why didn't you tell me we're in trouble? We'll go to the bank, okay? We'll show 'em my new designs. They'll float us a loan until the next showing.
Sally: No can do, Bucky, not this time.
Clarke: Sally, I am not using cheap fabric.
Sally: I'm not gonna ask you to, okay?
Clarke: Then how am I supposed to finish the line?
Sally: All right. Now, listen to me. We take the designs that you've already got, we put a nice little publicity spin on 'em, we sell 'em to high-end boutiques only --
Clarke: Sally, the designs are half finished. If we go out like that, we might as well just shut down right now!
Sally: Yeah, Clarke, I know.
Lt. Baker: All right, have 'em get back to me if they see either one of 'em. All right, thank you.
Eric: So you have people out there, right?
Lt. Baker: I told the officers that patrol that area to get back to me if they see Sharpe or your daughter.
Brooke: That's not good enough. We need somebody watching the lair at all times.
Lt. Baker: Well, then, you're gonna have to hire someone, 'cause I don't have that kind of manpower.
Thorne: Well, can you put out an APB?
Lt. Baker: Mr. Forrester, I understand your concern.
Eric: Look, she's been out with him all night. Now, he's just using her. He's admitted that much to us.
Lt. Baker: But you don't know if he's committed any crime. Plus, your daughter is 18.
Lt. Baker: Legally, she's free to associate with whomever she chooses. Look, as a father myself, what this guy's up to makes me sick. But as an officer of the law, there's not a lot that I can do.
Thorne: There's got to be some way we can stop this sicko. There's got to be.
[Cell phone rings]
Lt. Baker: Baker. All right. Thank you. A couple matching their description just walked into the lair.
Eric: I'll drive.
Bridget: You're not mad?
Bridget: You sure?
Deacon: It wasn't really your fault.
Bridget: Well, last night didn't go exactly the way you were hoping. I'm sorry.
Deacon: There's nothing to be sorry about, but that was a pretty crazy night.
Bridget: Yeah. You know, I'd never even been to Vegas before.
Deacon: Really? I didn't really get to see much of it, just the inside of a wedding chapel.
Bridget: Yeah. I hope you're not upset that we didn't get to see the inside of a honeymoon suite.
Deacon: I knew there was something missing. You don't really strike me as the kind of girl who should be honeymooning in Vegas. Not really the neon type, are ya?
Bridget: Huh. What type am I?
Deacon: Well, you know, I'm not really sure yet. I was thinkin' something like maybe a sandy beach at night, moonlight on top of the water, dancing, shimmering, that sort of thing.
Bridget: Deacon, you're a poet.
Deacon: Let me tell you, when you're in love, everyone's a poet.
Bridget: Do you love me, really?
Deacon: Absolutely. I mean, I married you, didn't I?
Bridget: Yes, you did.
Deacon: Welcome home, Mrs. Sharpe.
Amber: Rick'll understand. I mean, I only got the stupid thing because I was depressed about losing him. It's not like I thought Deacon was gonna get a matching one.
Rick: Where's Mommy? Where'd she go? Hey, there she is!
Amber: Hi, honey. Did you have fun at grandma and grandpa's house, huh?
Rick: Yeah, he didn't want to leave.
Rick: Until I told him that we're goin' swimming.
Amber: Ooh, are we gonna blow bubbles? Are we gonna blow big, big bubbles? Yes?
Rick: Hey, look, why don't you get him ready, and I'll go blow up the raft, okay?
Amber: Okay. Hey, Rick, any word on Bridget?
Rick: Stephanie was still asleep, and Dad wasn't at the house. But I'm sure she's okay. You know, she's probably just a little embarrassed that she fell for Deacon's lover boy routine. Don't be too long.
Deacon: You had me pretty scared last night.
Bridget: I did? When?
Deacon: When? During the ceremony. The minister says, "now, do you take this man to be your husband?" And you're kinda lookin' at him like -
Bridget: I don't know what happened.
Deacon: I know what happened. It's called cold feet.
Deacon: Hey, don't start lyin' to your husband here, all right?
Bridget: Well, weren't you nervous?
Deacon: Yeah, I was nervous that you were gonna high-tail it out of there. Come on, admit it. It crossed your mind.
Bridget: No, I just kept thinking about what this is gonna do to my parents. They just have really high expectations for me.
Deacon: Which don't include running off with some low-life to Vegas, right?
Bridget: Don't say that.
Deacon: It's what they think of me.
Bridget: Well, it doesn't matter what they think. They're wrong.
Deacon: Look, I don't even blame 'em. I mean, think about it. We may have a daughter some day. We're gonna want what's best for her, right?
Bridget: You are the best. They don't realize it now, but they will.
Deacon: Yeah, but Bridget, we got to be realistic about this. I mean, they're gonna blow a fuse.
Bridget: Oh, God. Yeah, Deacon, we shouldn't have come back right away. We should've just gone away somewhere.
Deacon: Yeah, so we could have your family sic the FBI on me? I don't think so.
Bridget: Well, at least then we could've had a real wedding night, instead of getting back in the car and driving till dawn.
Deacon: Yeah, I'm sorry about that. But you know what? We got to face up to this. That's what this is about. It's about taking a stand, showing them how we feel. Bridget, you've got to be strong. Can you do that for me?
Deacon: This is not instilling a lot of confidence in me. I don't know, this, to me, does not look strong. This, to me, looks scared to death.
Bridget: I just don't want to hurt them.
Deacon: They're gonna try and use that, Bridget, okay? They're gonna work on your guilt. They're gonna work on your insecurities. They may tell you I don't love you. Your mom, she might cry.
Bridget: Oh, God.
Deacon: Look, you got to hang tough, okay? That's what this is about. I mean, if they sense any doubt, any -- any kind of regret, they're gonna be all over you like a school of piranhas. Okay? They got to know we're together, we mean business.
Bridget: Well, that's romantic. What happened to my poet?
Deacon: I'm not screwin' around here, okay? My whole future's ridin' on this.
Bridget: Our future.
Deacon: Yeah. Yeah, yours, too. The sooner we get this put to bed, the better it's gonna be for everybody.
Bridget: Don't worry. I am kinda scared about how they'll react, but you're not gonna lose me, Deacon, okay -- not ever. I'm gonna go get cleaned up.
Deacon: Okay. With any luck, she'll be back home by dinner. And so will Amber.
Amber: Here you go. Oh, how much fun. Isn't that fun?
Amber: It's fun. Ooh, that's Daddy saying, "hurry up."
Amber: We'll be right over.
Deacon: Now that's what I want to hear.
Little Eric: Daddy?
Amber: Not right now, sweetie.
Little Eric: Daddy?
Deacon: Come on, Amber, put him on for a second.
Amber: Why are you calling?
Deacon: Amber, I did something last night.
Amber: God, what?
Deacon: You're gonna find out soon enough. Amber, you're gonna have to make a choice. Look, I want you to know that I did this for you.
Amber: Deacon, I made my choice. You have to stop acting this way. Otherwise, they'll never let you see your son.
Deacon: Oh, my son's gonna be in my life, Amber, one way or the other.
Amber: What does that mean? Deacon?
Amber: Deacon, what did you do?
Bouncer: Hey, boss, some people just got by me. They're on their way up. Do you want me to stop 'em?
Deacon: No, no, that's cool, lee. Let 'em in. I'm ready for 'em.
Sally: Here, take a look at this.
Clarke: What's this?
Sally: Accounts receivable.
Clarke: Yeah, I can see that. But it's empty.
Sally: Well, maybe that's because there's been no money coming in. Actually, Clarke, your last collection did very well, much better than we expected. The only problem is we had nothing to follow it with when the orders started to dry up.
Clarke: Okay. Well, we need some quick cash. If you don't want to borrow from a bank, let's do some knockoffs.
Sally: Excuse me, did I hear you right?
Clarke: Well, it's not my style, but you seem to be comfortable with it.
Sally: Well, not this time, Clarke. I'm not interested.
Clarke: What do you mean you're not interested? Sally, the wolf is howling at the door.
Sally: You think I don't know that? I've been feeding that wolf milk and cream for years, Clarke. And when he got too rambunctious, I used to give him a kick in the pants or maybe tie a firecracker to his tail. But I just can't do it anymore! I'm just plain tired. Besides, what would I be fighting for, anyway?
Clarke: Sally -- Sally, I've never seen you like this before.
Sally: Oh, I'm serious, Clarke. What have I got left to fight for, anyway, you know? When Adam Alexander and I started this company all those years ago, we had such big dreams. We were gonna turn the L.A. Fashion scene upside down. We were going to beat Forrester at its own game. We were going to offer our beautiful daughter Macy a perfect life and a brilliant future. Well, you know what happened. Adam got in over his head, and he's been forced to go underground to stay on the run ever since. And Macy's dead. Those are some hard truths I've had to deal with, Clarke. And there's another hard truth I had to deal with. I could never beat Forrester at its own game. They were much too powerful for me. I wasted my life trying, and my family. And I'm sorry, Clarke, I just can't go on. I've lost too much.
Clarke: Sally, I hate to hear you talk like this.
Sally: Why not? It's the truth. What is this anyway, you know? It's just a second-rate fashion house in a decrepit old building full of nothing but memories, and I can take those with me.
Clarke: Sally, you're just depressed.
Sally: Sure, I'm depressed. Got every right to be, don't I? We've come to the end of an era, Clarke -- the end of Spectra Fashions. The end of all my dreams.
Clarke: You don't mean that.
Sally: I do. It's finished. Tomorrow -- tomorrow, Spectra Fashions is gonna close its doors, permanently.
Deacon: Wow. You look good enough to eat.
Bridget: Thank you.
Deacon: What do you say we just skip going to your mother's.
Bridget: Uh-huh. See? You're scared to face them, too.
Deacon: No, no, I want to. It's the only way I'm gonna get what I want.
Bridget: You just can't lose control.
Deacon: No, I won't. Don't worry about that.
Bridget: They could say some pretty awful things.
Deacon: Whatever they dish out, I can take. Look, I'm not gonna blow it, not with the stakes this high, not with me being this close to my goal.
Bridget: Haven't you already reached your goal? We're married.
Deacon: Yeah. I just mean I don't want to just have you. I mean, I want to make you happy. And to do that, I've got to get through to your family. That's my number one priority.
Bridget: It might take a while.
Deacon: Well, actually, I think there's a pretty good chance that we may come to an understanding by the end of the day. As a matter of fact, I'm counting on it.
Brooke: Get your filthy hands off my daughter!
Eric: Bridget, you're coming home with us, right now.
Bridget: No, I'm not.
Amber: Here's one, but where's the other one. Do you know where it is? Do you know where the other one is?
Rick: Hey, are you guys ready?
Amber: Almost. Hey, honey, why don't you go find the other one for me? Will you, please? It's probably in the bedroom, okay? Thank you. Guess who just called.
Rick: Are we gonna have to block the phone line?
Amber: Listen, I think Bridget's in trouble.
Rick: What do you mean?
Amber: Well, Deacon said he did something last night, but he wouldn't tell me what, but he said it meant that I had to make a choice.
Rick: What -- what between him and me? Doesn't he realize that we're married?
Amber: I don't think he cares. I told him he should just quit trying.
Rick: Good. 50 or 60 more times and maybe he'll get the message.
Amber: Well, what about Bridget?
Rick: Did he say that he did something to her?
Amber: Not in so many words, but --
Rick: Then I don't think we have anything to worry about. All right, Deacon is a lot of things, but he's not stupid. And he has to know what the family would do to him if he even touched her. They'd kill him.
Eric: There's no discussion here, Bridget. There's no argument.
Bridget: There's something I need to tell you.
Brooke: You heard your father!
Bridget: You're still not gonna listen to me?!
Thorne: Bridget, we can talk at home.
Deacon: Okay, why don't I make a pot of coffee? We can talk.
Eric: We don't talk about this with you, Deacon! We don't talk to you at all.
Bridget: You are being so ridiculous!
Brooke: And you are being so childish. I'm so disappointed. Just go get in the car!
Bridget: So they can beat him up again?!
Thorne: Hey, Bridget, he told us that he slept with you, okay? What do you want us to do?
Eric: Now, he said he would give you up if Rick would agree to give up Amber. He admitted to us that he's using you!
Bridget: How can you make up such terrible lies?
Brooke: Honey, it's the truth.
Bridget: I don't believe you.
Thorne: What? You think we're lying? Bridget, you think we're making this up?
Bridget: I think you'd do just about anything to get rid of him.
Eric: That's not true.
Bridget: I saw you! I saw you hitting him. Three against one. He wasn't even gonna go to the wedding! I had to convince him! I told him it would be fine, that you were wonderful people, he had nothing to worry about. And then you attack him like that? You think you're disappointed in me? I'm ashamed of you!
Bridget: Oh, yeah, you're hearing me now, right? You're finally listening! It shouldn't have had to go this far.
Eric: This far? How far has it gone? Did you let him touch you?
Bridget: God, is that all you care about?! No. No, not that it's any of your business, but we haven't slept together yet.
Thorne: Yet?! Deacon, last night was a sample of what I'm gonna do to you.
Deacon: Shh. Let's just get a grip here, okay?
[Talking at once]
Eric: You don't get to talk here! You don't talk!
Bridget: Stop it!
Deacon: It's okay. It's okay. I think we can all agree that I don't deserve Bridget, but she loves me, and I am very honored that I'm the man she's chosen to be with.
Eric: Deacon, you bastard.
Brooke: Eric, wait! Stop. Let's just get our daughter and go home.
Bridget: What are you doing?! Let go of me!
Deacon: Get your hands off my wife!
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