B&B Transcript Monday 3/25/02



The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday March 25th, 2002

By Linda
Proofread by Becky

Stephanie: All right, Sally, I've played your game. Now let's sit down and discuss this like adults.

Sally: I told you before, this isn't a game, Stephanie. And there's a lesson to be learned here. I think you have to learn what it is to work really hard, to work so hard that your back aches and your knees give out.

Stephanie: I know how that feels, Sally. I've done that.

Sally: Maybe you have. Then maybe you could do it now. For a day, maybe for a week, maybe even a month, but not for decades. I spent decades looking up at you, trying to reach up to your level. Now, it's your turn! You take a long look at yourself, huh? The great and noble Forrester matriarch ain't so great after all. And she's certainly not noble, is she? We're talking about a woman who deceived her husband for years, who lied to him, told him that her first born was his son when it wasn't. Now, you want me to keep that little secret -- you better just shut your mouth and go to work.


[ Brooke sighs ]

[ knock at door ]

Megan: Feeling any better?

Brooke: No, not really.

Megan: You know, you should probably mention it to your doctor. Your ultrasound appointment's today.

Brooke: Oh, that's right. I guess I better get going.

Megan: Do you want me to buzz Whip?

Brooke: Why?

Megan: Well, isn't he taking you?

Brooke: No. I'm going by myself.

Megan: Oh, no, you're not. No way. Okay? You give me five minutes. Juliet can watch my desk.

Brooke: Oh, Megan. That's really sweet of you, but it's not necessary.

Megan: Brooke, come on. This is a big moment. This is the first time you're gonna see your baby. Look, I know you wish Deacon could be there. But you don't have to go alone.

Brooke: I do. And I have to get used to it. I have to accept the fact that even if Whip and Deacon want to help, I am going to be raising this child by myself. I'm on my own, Megan.


Whip: No, look, Deacon, first we concentrate on the models. Okay? Then we can focus on the music.

Deacon: Whip, we're trying to create an attitude, here. All right? This is gonna set the tone for the entire Ambrosia line. The music is key.

Whip: Okay, fine. You concentrate on that. I'll handle the models. Okay?

Deacon: Yeah, I'll bet you will.

Whip: I think we're having a memory problem here, Deacon. I'm dating the CEO of this company. We're having a kid.

Deacon: Okay, I think it's time that you join me back down here on the planet earth. You see, that little fantasy of yours, that only applies when you're in front of the cameras, whip. I guess every other time, you're just an employee.

Whip: Right, right. And that whole dinner at the Cafe Russe the night with you and Bridget, was just part of the show.

Deacon: You see, you see, I knew you were smart. Boy, you're starting to get it now.

Whip: Well, I tell you what, Sharpe, I think the lady's starting to dig me.

Deacon: Yeah, and I think you're delusional.

Whip: Come on, you were there. You saw us dancing. I made her laugh. She's opening up to me.

Deacon: No, no. You know what? She's vulnerable and you're taking advantage.

Whip: She's not vulnerable. She's lonely. Face it, deacon, a woman like Brooke is not gonna stay single forever. Believe it or not, eventually, she will find another man. And she sure as hell isn't going to waste her life pining over you.

Deacon: You know what? Don't do that. Don't do that and pretend that you know her. 'Cause you don't know her. You know nothing about her, and you never will.

Whip: Oh, okay, I see. And how long exactly is she supposed to sit around waiting for you? How many nights is she supposed to spend alone in that house? You know what? You talk about coming down to the real world, deacon. Why don't you? You are married to her daughter. You and Bridget share a bed. You have a life, okay? Don't you think Brooke deserves that just as much as you do?

Deacon: Well, you know what? It ain't gonna happen with you. Get it through your head, man. It ain't gonna happen. You know, if I was a betting man, Whipple, which I am, I would have to guess that you're probably about the last person on this earth that Brooke would ever be attracted to.


Taylor: Try again, Ridge.

Ridge: I am trying. I am trying!

[ Ridge groans ] why can't I hold my pen? Why can't I close my damn hand? Doc, what's happened to me here?

Ridge: I don't understand. You said the surgery worked. I can't make a fist. I can't even hold a damn pen.

Doctor: Ridge, we talked about this. You're gonna need physical therapy, rehab. An injury like this just doesn't repair itself.

Taylor: But it will get better, Ridge.

Ridge: But how much better though? I mean -- look, doctor, you've got to be honest with me here. Is there a chance this could be permanent?

Doctor: I'm not gonna lie to you, Ridge. I expected a greater range of motion, but the condition can improve. Therapy will help, perhaps another surgery. It's just gonna take some time.

Ridge: Great.

Doctor: I'm sorry. I know you were hoping for better news, and so was I, but I don't want you to get discouraged. We can work with this.

Ridge: Well, that's just it, doctor. I can't work with this. If my hand doesn't get better, I'm not gonna be working at all. Come on, come on!


Stephanie: Sally, what is this all supposed to accomplish? If somehow you make me miserable, you're going to be happy? If you knock my pride about, it's somehow going to boost your ego? If you take away my sense of self-respect, it's going to return your dignity? I don't think so, Sally. Honestly I don't. I see the hurt in your eyes when you look at Massimo. Do you really think that this -- this is going to fix the problem and the loss that you have for Macy? All of this -- this silliness is going to help you cope with that loss? Sally, come on. The only person you're hurting here is yourself.

Sally: I'm hurting myself? Oh, I don't think so. I'll never have to hurt myself as long as you're alive.

Stephanie: When did you become so bitter?

Sally: Oh, I guess I am bitter. Of course I am. It kind of goes with the territory, you know? I think it has to do with being the official Forrester punching bag for all of those years. It does tend to harden you up a little bit. But now, I'm up off the mat, and I am punching back, and you can't stand it, because you know I've got some ammunition that I can use to bring you down for the first time in my life. Now, if I were you, I would be frightened about that. I would be worried. If I saw a woman who had been down so long suddenly stand up and look me in the eye, I would be terrified. I would really be terrified of that.


[ Brooke remembering ]

Deacon: I think you have a whole future out there, a guy who's going to probably understand you a hell of a lot better than Ridge.

Brooke: You think so?

Deacon: I'm sure.

Brooke: Wow. That would be something, wouldn't it? After all these years of that Ridge was the one only to find out that there's somebody else out there who is better suited for me somewhere out there. I always believed in my heart that Ridge was the man for me, but he wasn't. You are, Deacon. I still need you, and our baby still needs you, and I know you want to be there for us. But we can never be together -- not now, not ever.

Whip: Brooke, you all right?

Brooke: Oh, Whip. I didn't see you there.

Whip: You've been crying.

Brooke: Pregnancy, hormones. I do this a lot.

Whip: Well, I'm sure you do. I think it has less to do with the baby and more to do with the father. Listen, if you need somebody to talk to, I'm here for you.

Brooke: Thanks. I appreciate that.

Whip: Hey, what do you say we go to lunch, huh?

Brooke: I can't. I have a doctor's appointment.

Whip: Is something wrong?

Brooke: No. No, just a routine ultrasound.

Whip: Uh-huh. You're gonna -- you're gonna see the baby, huh?

Brooke: Yes.

Whip: Well, uh -- maybe I should be there. It'd be kind of strange if I wasn't, right?

Brooke: I'm not really in the mood for a photo op.

Whip: Well, no, we'll go in separate cars. I'm parked out back. I can meet you there. The press won't even suspect a thing.

Brooke: Look, Whip, I don't want to make a big deal out of this. I do appreciate your offer though. Thank you. I'll see you later. Oh, Whip --

Whip: Yeah?

Brooke: Check with Megan. I have some great music suggestions for the show, so check with her and have Deacon look at them too, and then you and I will go over them when I get back.


Megan: Where's Whip?

Deacon: I don't care, as long as he stays the hell away from me.

Megan: I know you don't like this guy.

Deacon: Don't like him? Megan, this guy is a pig. You should have seen the way that he was pawing all over Brooke at the Cafe Russe. He's actually so deluded he thinks somehow they're gonna have some kind of future together.

Megan: I know, Deacon. But when we really think about it, she could do worse.

Deacon: Oh, come on, Megan. She could do so much better.

Megan: But she can never be with the one guy she really wants, you know? That's got to be a really lonely feeling.

Deacon: Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Megan: You know, my heart breaks for her, just thinking about her at the doctor's office all on her own.

Deacon: Wait. She went to the Doctor's? What happened?

Megan: Oh, no, don't worry. It's just a routine checkup. She's having an ultrasound.


Stephanie: Sally, I know what it's like to be hurt and to feel betrayed. And it does leave you with bitterness. But, Sally, you can't let this idea of revenge take over you life.

Sally: Do you ever listen to yourself when you talk? Do you ever notice that note of condescension in your voice?

Stephanie: I'm not being condescending. I'm genuinely concerned about you.

Sally: Yeah, I'll tell you what you're concerned about. You're concerned about yourself, your family, your business, your social status and all those friends you're gonna lose if the secret gets out. Now, what I think you ought to do is just shut up and get back to work. Oh, yes. And I want to be able to bounce a quarter off all of my beds.

Stephanie: You want me to make the beds?

Sally: Yes, I do. But I think what you better do first is wash and iron all of the linen. Except for one room -- the first one on the right. That room is off limits. And if I see so much as one fingerprint on the doorknob, I'm gonna go out of here and tell the whole world who ridge Forrester's real father is.


Doctor: Ridge, there's no reason to panic. There's still a lot we can do. And you can always learn to use your right hand.

Ridge: Oh, please, doctor. I'm an artist. There's no way in my career I can learn to do that at this point.

Taylor: Could you give us a minute alone, please?

Doctor: Of course.

Taylor: Ridge --

Ridge: Taylor, it was those kids that did this. They're the ones that did this to me -- Amber, Rick and Deacon. They've crippled me is what they've done. They've crippled me.

Nurse: You can change in here, Ms. Logan. Will anyone be joining you?

Brooke: No. I'm alone.

Nurse: Okay, I'll be right back.

Nurse: Okay, just lie back and relax. The doctor will be in shortly. She'll ask you a few questions and administer the ultrasound.

Brooke: Thank you.

Nurse: Okay. Oh, as you know, the ultrasound can show the sex of the child. If it's evident, would you like to know?

Brooke: I'm not sure yet.

Nurse: I understand. You want the father to be here for that. I'll let the doctor know.

Taylor: Okay, just close it.

Ridge: I can't. Oh, my god, I can't do it! It's no use.

Taylor: You just got the bandage off. It is going to improve.

Ridge: After how many surgeries, though, huh? How many years of rehab is it gonna take? Taylor, I'm a designer. If I can't control my hand, if I can't even hold a damn pen, my career is over. Oh, man. You heard the doctor. Something's wrong here. Something's wrong. For god sakes, I may never draw again! I may never get the use of my hand again! Oh, god Taylor. Oh, what's happening to me here?


Stephanie: What is this? Oh, my gosh. This is Marcy's room.

Sally: What do you think you're doing? I told you this room was forbidden to you. What are you doing here?! Get out! Get out of here right now!


Brooke: Deacon, what are you doing here?

Deacon: Brooke, please, don't be angry. Megan told me that you had an appointment.

Brooke: Yeah. It's just -- nothing to worry about. It's a routine checkup.

Deacon: "A routine checkup"? You're having an ultrasound.

Brooke: Yes.

Deacon: Look, I know that I shouldn't be here. But I just hated the thought of you alone in this room, seeing our child for the first time by yourself. Look, if you want me to go, I understand. I'm gonna leave, all right?

Brooke: No. Don't go. I'm glad that you're here.

Deacon: There is no place that I'd rather be right now.


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