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The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Wednesday 3/13/02

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Deacon: You can't call her, man. Rick or Amber could answer. This guy's not gonna do anything. She's pregnant, for God's sake -- with my baby.

Bridget: Honey, you ready for your surprise?

Deacon: Yeah. Wow. You look incredible.

Bridget: Oh, yeah?

Deacon: Yeah.

Bridget: Hmm, how do I feel?

Deacon: I'd say you feel all grown up --

Bridget: Mm-hmm.

Deacon: -- In all the right places.

Bridget: I'm not the same little girl who snuck into the lair on a fake I.D.

Deacon: Looks like my good girl's gone bad.

Bridget: This is what happens when you leave me alone too long. You haven't even touched me for --

Deacon: 27 days, I know. I know, Bridget. I'm sorry.

Bridget: No, no, no. Don't tell me. Show me. Oh. You were so mean, that night at the lair -- teasing the poor little school girl, driving me crazy. I wanted you so bad -- almost as much as I want you right now. Hmm. [Phone rings] Huh-uh. No, just let it ring.

Deacon: Listen, it might be your mother.

Bridget: She's fine. She's with Whip.

Deacon: That's what I'm afraid of. Hello? What? No, no, I don't want to refinance! Thank you.

Bridget: What the hell is the matter with you?

Brooke: So would you like a drink?

Whip: Yeah, sure.

Brooke: I'm only going to make a small one, since you won't be here for long.

Whip: Wow. This is really an incredible house.

Brooke: Thank you.

Whip: You know, I always hoped that my kids would grow up in a place like this. Now I guess they will, huh?

Brooke: No, they won't, because it's not your kid, remember?

Whip shh!

Brooke: It's all right. Rick and Amber aren't here. We're alone.

Whip: Really?

Brooke: Really.

Whip: Thanks. Okay, come on. Time to keep up my end of the bargain. Sit down. Give me that.

Brooke: You know, I can't figure you out.

Whip: Hmm.

Brooke: Half the time you're torturing me, and the other half -- oh, oh, that feels really good.

Whip: Mm-hmm, see. I'm not so bad after all, huh?

Brooke: What are you doing?

Whip: What, it's too hard?

Brooke: Just stick to the feet.

Whip: You're really not giving me anything to work with here.

Brooke: You're doing just fine.

Whip: See, Brooke? This is the way it should always be for us. I mean, it's my job, now -- taking care of your needs, whether it be father of your baby or just sitting around rubbing your feet. Pretty soon, you're gonna need somebody to talk to and have dinner with and have sex with, and I just wanna be there for you.

Brooke: What did you say?

Whip: I just wanna be there for you.

Brooke: No, you said that we were going to have sex. We're not going to have sex, Whip.

Whip: Don't be ridiculous. Of course, we are.

Brooke: Whip, I'm gonna make this perfectly clear. Nothing sexual will ever happen between you and me. Is there something in your pocket?

Whip: No.

Brooke: Oh, it's disgusting!

Whip: Oh, come on now. I'm not disgusting. I'm horny!

Brooke: Well, that's not my problem.

Whip: Oh, yeah, I think it is. You're the reason I can't have sex with anybody else.

Brooke: I don't care if you do. Go right ahead.

Whip: I think you're missing the point. It's kinda hard to get a date when you're a celebrity daddy-to-be. You know, how's that gonna look? Your boyfriend sleeping around? I don't think you really want more scandal in your life?

Brooke: You know, I have the perfect solution for this.

Whip: See, just what I was thinking.

Brooke: Go home and rent yourself a video.

Whip: Oh, no, no. See, you don't understand it, Brooke. I am a very sexual person. I have three-dimensional needs.

Brooke: Oh, well then call an escort service.

Whip: Oh, no, no, no. I have never, nor will I ever, pay for it. And why should I? Come on, look, I'm practically engaged to the sexiest woman alive?

Brooke: Whip! Stop, it's not going to happen.

Whip: I see, and who are you going to have sex with? Uh, let me think -- Deacon?

Brooke: No.

Whip: Oh, then who?

Brooke: Nobody!

Whip: Hmm, ever?

Brooke: I've had enough sex.

Whip: Oh, I see. And you're -- you're done with it? You, Brooke Logan, queen of Brooke's bedroom --

Brooke: I'm not discussing this with you.

Whip: Oh, that's because it is ridiculous. You love sex!

Brooke: And how would you know?

Whip: Come on, Brooke, everybody knows. I mean, anybody who's seen the ads with you and the -- the lace teddy and the -- the smile -- trust me, it comes across.

Brooke: You're right. I do love sex. It's you I don't care for.

Whip: Oh, oh, you know, and as -- as much as that pains me to hear it, this has nothing to do with me. You're saving yourself for Deacon, huh?

Brooke: Oh, don't be stupid.

Whip: No, you think he's gonna come back to you.

Brooke: He's married to my daughter.

Whip: Well, not for long. You'll get him back in your bed, right? This whole grand sacrifice thing, it's just an act. It's merely temporary.

Brooke: That's not true, Whip.

Whip: Oh, yeah? Then prove it, Brooke. If everything that I said isn't true, prove it.

Bridget: I don't know what to do anymore, if even this can't hold your interest.

Deacon: Bridget, I was just answering the phone.

Bridget: Oh, why not? There's nothing more important going on.

Deacon: Oh, come on.

Bridget: Look, this isn't easy for me, okay? I'm practically begging for your attention here. What am I doing wrong?

Deacon: Baby, you're not doing anything wrong.

Bridget: Telemarketers are just that much more exciting?

Deacon: I thought it could have been your mother. She may have been in trouble, all right?

Bridget: Oh, that is the lamest excuse.

Deacon: Bridget, this guy Whip is a snake, all right?

Bridget: We had this problem long before Whip Jones. So why don't you tell me what's really going on here, Deacon? I deserve to know the truth. Deacon, what is the problem?

Deacon: I told you.

Bridget: No. No, that can't be it. Come on. You're worried about Whip? He's probably the best thing to happen to my mother in years.

Deacon: Are you serious?

Bridget: Deacon, he's smart, he's funny, he adores her. He's also single, which puts him miles ahead of the last few contenders. Whip has more to offer my mother than just about anybody she's ever been with.

Deacon: Bridget, there's a side to this guy that you haven't seen.

Bridget: Why? Why, because he was cranky when you got his job? Can you really blame him? I mean, especially when it was his lover who gave it to you? And anyway, he's over it now, so why aren't you?

Deacon: I can't -- I can't explain it, all right? It's just a feeling I have.

Bridget: You know what's so ironic? My mother is probably having the best sex of her life right now. You know, Whip has a reputation. Just talk to any of the models he went out with --

Deacon: I don't want to talk about this! All right, please.

Bridget: What, we can't even talk about sex now?!

Deacon: No, no, we can't! Just let it go!

Bridget: Done.

Deacon: Bridget, wait, I'm sorry.

Bridget: No, no. You're not interested. I mean, you've made that perfectly clear.

Deacon: I just -- I guess I'm not --

Bridget: You're what? You're not in the mood? What are you gonna tell me next, you've got a headache? Deacon, just a little while ago, this whole house could have been burning down, and you wouldn't have even noticed. Something's changed. I just wish you trusted me enough to tell me what. Fine.

Brooke: So you want me to have sex with you to prove that I'm over Deacon?

Whip: No, no, because you're not over Deacon. You're still holding out hope.

Brooke: There is no hope. I understand that.

Whip: Then act on it, Brooke. Come on, get on with your life.

Brooke: With you I suppose?

Whip: Well, if you think there's a way to work another guy into this mess, feel free to try.

Brooke: I don't know what else to do. I already sent him back to Bridget.

Whip: Yeah, but you haven't let go -- not really. So he can't. Brooke, you saw the way he acted tonight at the restaurant, like a jealous boyfriend. I mean, how long before Bridget picks up on that? She's not a stupid girl. You're still having an affair with her husband -- an affair of the heart. It's gotta stop. You know, it's not fair to him, to her -- to me or you. Look, you have a bright future ahead of you -- you and your child. But that's not gonna happen unless you've cut ties with the past, and Deacon is the past. [Phone rings]

Brooke: It's Deacon's cell phone number.

Whip: What are you gonna say to him?

Brooke: Hello?

Deacon: Brooke, it's me. Are you all right?

Brooke: No.

Deacon: What happened?

Brooke: Nothing.

Deacon: I'm gonna kill him.

Brooke: It's not Whip's fault. Deacon, you shouldn't have called here.

Deacon: I know. I just -- I wanted to make sure you're all right.

Brooke: I'm fine. I can take care of myself. You have a wife who needs you, and you need to be committed to her.

Deacon: Look, I'm holding up that commitment.

Brooke: No, you're not. She told me -- she said that you were shutting her out. That's because of me, isn't it?

Deacon: Brooke, I don't feel like I'm enough for anyone right now.

Brooke: Deacon, Bridget has to be your number one priority. It's not enough to just stay in the marriage. You have to work at it.

Deacon: What about you?

Brooke: I'm moving on with my life.

Deacon: What does that mean?

Brooke: Good-bye, Deacon. I love you.

Bridget: Deacon? Look, um -- I just want to apologize. I guess I'm kind of sensitive about this stuff, I mean because I haven't been with anyone else, and you have -- a lot. Ooh -- that was -- barbaric.

Deacon: What are you doing?

Bridget: Hmm?

Deacon: What are you doing? Bridget, hey, no -- [Bridget coughs]

Bridget: What?

Deacon: You hate smoking. What are you doing?

Bridget: Hmm, looks like I've been trying a lot of new things lately.

Deacon: Mm-hmm.

Bridget: Oh, my God. That was amazing.

Deacon: Worth the wait, huh?

Bridget: Mm-hmm. Whatever the problem was, trust me -- you're okay now.

Deacon: Yeah.

Bridget: Seriously, though, if something was really wrong -- you would tell me, right?

Deacon: Baby, we're fine. We are just fine.

Bridget: Oh, we are so much better than fine.

Deacon: I'm sorry. I've been putting you last. I've been putting you behind work -- behind everything. And you're my wife. You come first.

Bridget: You don't have to worry about Mom. She's a big girl. She can take care of herself.

Deacon: There's nothing I can do for her anyway.

Whip: You did the right thing. Now Bridget has a fighting chance to save her marriage.

Brooke: They'll be happy.

Whip: Yeah, so will you. You don't believe me?

Brooke: I love him, Whip -- more every day.

Whip: Brooke, are you sure that this is love?

Brooke: Yes, I'm sure.

Whip: I don't know. I just don't get it. You know, the guy smells like an ashtray, dresses like a mortician. He is in serious need of a shave and a shower. I just don't get the appeal.

Brooke: That's because you are only looking on the surface. I did that for a long time, too.

Whip: Then he brainwashed you?

Brooke: No, then I looked deeper, and I saw a man who is very kind and very brave, generous.

Whip: Oh, maybe that's the mistake you're making with me. If you look really deep, I'm all of those things.

Brooke: Oh, so you think you're kind?

Whip: Oh, the soul of compassion.

Brooke: Brave?

Whip: Look at how I stood up in front of that press conference.

Brooke: And generous -- so that means you'll help me out, but you won't expect anything in return.

Whip: Let's not get crazy. See -- oh, is it? It's mission accomplished. I actually got a smile out of you.

Brooke: Which is pretty amazing, considering how I feel.

Whip: It'll get easier, Brooke. I personally guarantee it. I probably should quit while I'm ahead, huh?

Brooke: Good idea.

Whip: Just one thing, though. When you're lying in bed all alone tonight, I want you to ask yourself a question.

Brooke: What's that?

Whip: Why would you want to have a scum like Deacon when you could have me? [Brooke laughs] You see, that wasn't supposed to make you laugh. That was actually a serious question.

Brooke: All right, all right. Good night, Whip.

Whip: You know what? I think we've made some real progress here tonight, Brooke, and I feel very good about that -- very good.

[Brooke sighs]

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