The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Friday 12/7/01
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Amber: Maybe I should just stay here.
Rick: Amber, I am not going to leave you in the middle of the desert.
Amber: I have family in Furnace Creek.
Rick: What are you talking about? What, you're gonna leave me and go live with your mother again? I don't think so, Amber. Let's go home.
Amber: If you're worried about me using the baby against you, I won't do that. You can trust me. I want you to be close to this baby -- as much as you want that.
Rick: You're serious about this.
Amber: I can't live with you, Rick. Not with the way you feel. I want your love, and you can't give me that.
Darla: I think it's really beautiful, but you know what? I'm not sure whether we should go with the sash or the belt. It's a pretty look.
Darla: Sal, you okay?
Sally: No, Darla, I'm not.
Darla: You still can't get him off your mind, can you?
Darla: Massimo Marone.
Eric: For the first six months you didn't do anything, except sleep and eat. You hardly even cried, ever.
Stephanie: Yes, we so were worried and you won't believe this. It's because you were so docile.
Eric: He was. We actually took him to the doctor to see if they could find out if there was anything wrong.
Thorne: And he assured you there was.
Eric: Actually, no, he didn't, but he did say to count our blessings.
Stephanie: Which we should have because six months to the day of his birth, his lips started flapping and have never stopped since.
Eric: You know you didn't get that from me. Anyway -- here's to Ridge. Happy birthday, son. A father couldn't be more proud than I am of you. I am very proud of all my children, of course. But I'm very, very glad that you're my son. Not a day goes by that I don't thank God you're my son.
Ridge: Thank you, Dad.
Stephanie: Happy birthday, Ridge.
Massimo: He isn't your son. He's my son. And he must be told.
Sofia: Sally? Are you in love?
Sally: Oh, Sofia, don't worry about it, if I am, I'll get over it. Now, ladies, can we get back to work?
Sofia: Oh, this is wonderful.
Darla: No, Sofia, there is a problem.
Sofia: There is?
Sally: Yes, there is. And its initials are queen Stephanie forester.
Darla: Sally, I don't know why you bother with someone who has feelings for someone that you can't even stand.
Sally: Well, maybe, darling, because I think those feelings are suspect.
Sally: Something's going on over there.
Darla: You mean between Stephanie and Massimo?
Sally: Something -- he hasn't been himself lately. He's been troubled by something. And I'm pretty sure Stephanie is involved in it somehow. As a matter of fact, I think the two of them are hiding something. And guess who's going to find out what it is.
Massimo: Thank you.
Bridget: Dad, dad, tell us the little league story.
Ridge: No, no, not that again.
Bridget: Come on, Deacon hasn't heard it yet.
Ridge: He always drag that one out, though.
Stephanie: It's true, he does. Don't tell it.
Eric: Don't tell it? I'm going to tell it now. I'm gonna tell it. Since before he could walk, he's playing with a baseball. He's throwing the ball, playing catch all the time. Seems great. So I signed him up, as soon as I can, for the pee-wee league. All right? So the first game comes along, all the kids were there, they're all in their little uniforms. All the parents are there.
Stephanie: And no one was a prouder parent than you were, darling.
Eric: You're right. So, anyway, I've taught him everything he knows, which is just a little bit. And the first pitch comes, and he hits it -- he hits it right out over the second baseman. And it's a great hit and everybody's yelling and screaming and cheering. It's great. So he stands there, I realized I've taught him everything, except how to run the bases. So everybody's yelling at him, "run, run." And he's going -- he doesn't know what they're talking about.
Ridge: Oh, come on, I was, you know, barely a couple years old.
Stephanie: Oh, you were fine.
Bridget: He's standing there, totally freaked out. Dad bolts out of the stands, grabs him and starts running the bases with him.
Eric: I did. I'm not ashamed of that. I tucked him under my arm, like a sack of potatoes, and I ran around the bases. Had to knock the third base kid out of the way --
[laughter] and we got all the way in, and we got a home run, didn't we, son?
Ridge: Yeah, Dad, we got a home run.
Eric: Very proud of that. Very proud.
Amber: Can you do me a favor?
Rick: Yeah, sure.
Amber: Will you drop me off at my aunt's on the way back?
Rick: Amber, look, I want you to come home with me tonight and really think about this.
Amber: That's all I've been doing is thinking about this. But you know, I don't know what to do, I've tried everything -- I tried leaving you alone, I've tried to be sensitive, I've even tried sleeping on the couch, thinking that maybe you'd get over this anger. But you haven't. Or maybe you have. Maybe the sad truth is that you just don't care anymore.
Rick: Amber, it's -- it's not that I don't care.
Amber: I know, Rick, I know, we've been over this.
Rick: Look, I want to forget. And I want to forgive. But, Amber, it's getting harder and harder.
Amber: It's getting harder for me, too. To live with what I've done to our marriage. To watch you treat me like a stranger in my own home. It's killing me, Rick. I am suffering and it's not good for my baby. Look -- I'll call you after every doctor's appointment, and I'll keep you informed of the baby's progress.
Rick: Amber, I don't want you to leave me.
Amber: What are you trying to say?
Rick: I want you in my life, and it's not just about the baby.
Amber: You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that. But I need to feel loved. And I don't know that now. I don't feel it. All I feel is this dark, cold resentment. Rick, I'd love to hang around and be a part of your life, but I can't do that now. Not unless I know that you really want me as a partner. As a wife. And as a lover. And you don't. If only it would have been different this time. I was so close to making it work. God, please keep watch over our baby. I know that you will. I love you. I'll be in the car.
Rick: Maybe it can be different this time. Maybe we can still make this work.
Darla: So you think Stephanie and Massimo are hiding something?
Sally: I'm sure of it, Darla.
Sofia: Any idea what it could be?
Sally: No, but it's got Massimo Marone not thinking straight. And that's got to mean something.
Darla: How are you gonna find out, Sal?
Sally: Well, I think I will keep both ears to the ground, Darla. And a little bird hovering up ahead to keep an eye on things for me.
Stephanie: Excuse me a moment.
Eric: Oh, sure.
Ridge: I guess the pee-wee story had an effect on her.
Massimo: Today is his birthday. I'm not even a passing thought in his mind. His own father, and he doesn't even know me, except as the man he despises above all others. Oh, it could have been so different.
Waiter: Another drink, sir?
Massimo: Huh? No. No, no, no, thank you. Just bring me the check.
Rick: I want to get past this, Amber. But I'm gonna need your help.
Amber: I'll help you, Rick. I will. Listen to me, there is nothing more important to me than family. I never had a family of my own. I had a mother with no morals, a father I didn't even know. I mean, I had two strikes against me before I was even born. I'm never going to let that happen to my children, never. So if what you need help with is trusting me again, then that's gonna be easy because I would never jeopardize my family.
Rick: But you did.
Amber: I made you suffer. I made myself suffer even worse. But I am getting better, I am. I'm beating those childhood demons. See, I'm not a victim anymore. And there's never gonna be another man in my life. There willnever be another anyone, because I have my husband, I have a child and another one on the way. That's more than I could have ever asked for, it's more than I need to be happy. Please tell me that you believe that. But only say it if you really mean it.
Rick: I want to, Amber. I want to believe that. Can that be enough for now?
Amber: Yeah. Yeah, that's enough. Oh, my God.
Rick: Amber, what is it?
Amber: Oh -- oh, my God. Rick, you got to get me to the hospital. Oh, my God.
Sofia: A little bird? What does that mean?
Darla: It means she hired a private eye.
Sally: Not a private eye, Darla, just an ex-cop who owes me a couple of favors, all right? No problem.
[Phone rings] Sally Spectra. Hello. So soon? Good for you. Where? Great. No, no, no, you get out of there. I'll take over from here. Thank, bye. He's at the Cafe Russe.
Darla: Who's at the Cafe Russe?
Sally: Massimo Marone. And the forester clan. I think the time has come to stop talking, ladies, and go into action.
Waiter: Thank you, sir.
Massimo: All these years. All these birthdays. He spent them with Eric Forester -- a dressmaker, a tailor. Do I let it go on? And yet he does seem happy. No, he's my son, damn it. Mine.
[Thorne clears his throat]
Eric: Marone, what do you want?
Massimo: There's something I need to say to Ridge. And I'm not leaving until he hears it.
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