B&B Transcript Wednesday 5/29/02

The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Wednesday 5/29/02

By Linda
Proofread by Becky

Sheila: You've got a job to do, Ziggy. You've got to convince me you're not going to go to the police. Or I'm going to cut your Adam's apple out, and I'm going to eat it for breakfast.


Rick: Hey, chuck.

Chuck: Morning, Rick.

Rick: Well, we hope to hear some good news today.

Bridget: You don't seem nervous at all.

Deacon: Amber's stuff got rave reviews.

Bridget: Yeah, but that's happened before. The press loves a look, and the customers hate it. Mom's got so much riding on Amber's line. If the "new face of Forrester" falls on its face --

Deacon: Honey, that's not gonna happen. Come on.

Megan: Deacon?

Deacon: Yeah. Honey, go inside, and I'll met you in a minute, okay?

Bridget: Okay.

Megan: I just wanted to give you a heads up. Brooke's back.

Deacon: She left Whip?

Megan: No. No, he's here, too.

Deacon: But they cut the honeymoon short. Why?

Megan: I don't know. I have no idea. I just -- you needed to know --

Eric: Megan --

Megan: Yeah? Um, coming. Let's talk later, okay?

Deacon: Please, tell me that you've left Whip. Please, tell me that you're free of this guy.


Whip: You know, I never should have let you come back home.

Brooke: There's a lot of things going on here that need our attention.

Whip: Yeah. But I had you all relaxed, you know? You were enjoying yourself. Now, all that tension's right back here.

Brooke: Oh.

Whip: Yeah. I know it's because you're going to be seeing Deacon.

Brooke: Yeah, well that has to happen sooner or later.

Whip: Are you ready? Hmm? Hey, because you need to be.

Brooke: He knows where we stand. I'm married now.

Whip: Yeah, well, he's been married this whole time, to your daughter. Did that hold him back? Come on, it's the last big hurdle. You've got to convince him that this marriage is real. You are standing by your commitment.

Brooke: And how do you propose I do that?

Whip: Tell him all the great sex we had.

Brooke: He knows when I'm lying.

Whip: It's not to late to make it come true, you know? You got this big bed right here, and well, technically, we are still on our honeymoon, huh?

Brooke: Whip --

Whip: Okay, I know, I know. You want to wait until after the baby is born. I understand. But Deacon won't. If you let him know we haven't made love yet, he's going to read all kinds of things into that. He's going to think that you're leaving the door open. So, unless you are --

Brooke: No. I am finished with Deacon.

Whip: Okay, then you're going to have to make it clear to him, Brooke. The only way he's going to be able to move on, the only chance your daughter is going to have to save her marriage is if you convince deacon that we're lovers.


Amber: Sorry to hold everybody up.

Eric: It's all right. Have a seat.

Rick: Hey, honey. How you doing without your pills? You okay?

Amber: I'm fine.

Eric: All right, everybody, let's get started. Chuck here has been working very hard the last couple of weeks, pulling together the numbers on the introduction of the ambrosia line. Why don't you show us what you've got, Chuck?

Chuck: I'd be glad to. With an untested line like Ambrosia, you need to go beyond the numbers. It's not about what's selling, it's about what's connecting and what's not, where you need to make the adjustments.

Bridget: Oh, my gosh. What are you doing here? Oh. Hey, you're supposed to be on your honeymoon.

Whip: Hey, who says that we're not? This is one honeymoon that's never going to end, huh?

Bridget: Aw, hi.

Whip: How are you, sweetheart?

Bridget: Good.

Rick: Hi, Mom. How are you?

Brooke: Hi. Great, thanks.


[ Erica laughs ]

Erica: You little stinker.

Little Eric: Come and play.

Erica: All right. I'll be there as soon as I finish putting on sunscreen, okay? I can't believe this. My first day working for amber Forrester, and I can't even enjoy it 'cause I'm so worried about mom. She's the one who needs a babysitter.


Ziggy: No cops. No cops.

Sheila: Why should I believe you?

Ziggy: I was never gonna call 'em. I was just trying to flush you out.

Sheila: Well, it worked. Aren't you clever?

Ziggy: Whoo! I like a girl with an edge, but this is ridiculous.

Ziggy: I'm guessing you don't go on a lot of second dates.

Sheila: Why are you still here?

Ziggy: I'm checking you out. You gotta love a woman who can take care of herself.

Sheila: I just threatened your life, and you find that appealing?

Ziggy: Yeah, I had it coming. I rattled your cage, did it on purpose. I wanted to know where little miss Erica was hiding in here. Thought I'd find a scared little mouse, but instead, here you are, the mama lioness.

Sheila: I want you out of here!

Ziggy: You sure about that?

Sheila: Don't make me regret my decision.

Ziggy: Put that thing away. You need me.

Sheila: I need you?

Ziggy: You need somebody. Why not me? It's clear you can't show your face in this town. It's a shame, too. Nice face.

Sheila: That doesn't matter. I'm not going to be here long.

Ziggy: Yeah, you gonna go home without Erica?

Sheila: No.

Ziggy: Well, then you're gonna be here a while. 'Cause she's not leaving.

Sheila: What do you know about my daughter?

Ziggy: I know she's hung up on the Forresters. She's working there now. Come on, look. If you drag her back home, she's just gonna snap right back here like a rubber band. Give it time. She'll get disillusioned fast enough.

Sheila: Why do you say that?

Ziggy: How much do you know about the Forresters?

Sheila: Not much.

Ziggy: Yeah, well, they're not exactly like they look in the magazines, all picture-perfect. They got problems, demons, just like the rest of us. I mean, not like you, but -- anyway, your daughter hasn't figured that out yet, but she will.

Sheila: You know something. No, no. That's impossible. How could somebody like you get the inside scoop on the Forresters?

Ziggy: Suddenly, the lady's intrigued. I think I'll leave while I'm ahead -- or at least while I still have a head. Catch ya' later.

[ Door closes ]


Bridget: Why'd you come back early? Was there a problem?

Brooke: No, no, everything was fine.

Whip: Well, better than fine.

Brooke: It was wonderful. But right now, we need to get down to business. I'd actually like to hear what chuck has to say.

Chuck: Well, how's this for a wedding present? You've got a runaway hit on your hands.

Rick: Great, great.

Brooke: That is amazing.

Whip: Is that any surprise?

Eric: Well, that's wonderful.

Thorne: You're serious?

Chuck: You've already exceeded sales projections for the month -- by a lot.

Rick: Yes! Take that, Ridge. Oh, honey, come here. You did it! You did it. You showed everybody!

Eric: So chuck, why don't you break it down for us?

Chuck: Well, I listed the designs on page three, ranked by their score.

Thorne: Based on the results of your survey?

Chuck: Right. The second column's where they stand in terms of sales. Now, you'll notice the rankings don't always coincide.

Thorne: So based on sales figures alone, we're probably be discontinuing the feather top. Which would be a mistake. It's a huge draw. Women identify it with the line. They love it. It's just that most of them don't have enough guts to wear it themselves.

Whip: Well, way to go, Deacon. You called that one.

Deacon: What?

Whip: Well, getting the feather top into that music video. I mean, that was inspired.

Bridget: Good job, honey.

Chuck: Now, what's most surprising is what's not in this list, and that was your top seller.

Rick: Well, why isn't it here?

Chuck: Because it's not one of the designs. It's the handbag.

Amber: But it's just a bag.

Chuck: That's right, just like any other -- which should tell you something.

Eric: It's not the bag that's selling, Amber. It's the brand.

Chuck: Now your image is white hot.

Eric: Megan, tell Henry we're going to cut back on production on the bags.

Rick: What? Cut production? I --

Whip: Well, yeah. The last thing any trend-setter wants to see is her handbag on somebody else's arm.

Thorne: It's very rare you hit gold like this, but when you do, you decrease supply, you increase demand, and you increase the price.

Eric: And ride the wave for as long as it lasts.

Bridget: This is so exciting. It's all happening just like you predicted.

Whip: Well, you had something to do with that, I think.

Eric: Well, I think you all deserve a lot of credit. It was a job well done, really. But it's not time to rest on your laurels. You've set a very high standard. You're going to have to work twice as hard now to beat it.

Rick: Well, you can count on us, Dad.

Eric: I am, son. All right, I think we're all done here. Chuck, thank you.

Chuck: Oh, congratulations -- to all of you.

Rick: You want to celebrate or something? You want to go get some lunch?

Amber: I want to go home.

Rick: Home?

Amber: Yeah, I want to go check on Eric.

Rick: All right. Okay, listen, I have a couple of phone calls to make, and then I'll come home.

Amber: Thanks.


Deacon: Brooke, I have to talk to you.

Whip: Sweetheart, you coming?

Brooke: Yes.


Erica: Did you have fun going swimming?

Little Eric: Yeah.

Erica: Yeah, what do you want for lunch?

Little Eric: Hot dogs.

Erica: Sounds good. All right, I'm going to make a phone call, and then I'll make them for you, okay?

Little Eric: Okay.

Erica: All right.

[ Phone rings ]

Sheila: Erica?

Erica: Hey, mom. How are you?

Sheila: I'm not doing really well. You know, I'm tired of this foolishness, and I want you to come back here right now.

Erica: Yeah, okay, Mmom. I'll just leave little Eric swimming in the pool by himself. Look, would you just get a grip?

Sheila: I'm gonna get a grip on your neck.

Erica: Look, Mom, just calm down, okay? Why don't you come on over here?

Sheila: What?

Erica: Have lunch with us. I'll show you around. You'll see the house. Mom, once you see this place and how these people live, you are going to realize what an incredible opportunity this is.

Sheila: I already know how they live.

Erica: No, Mom, you don't. This is like nothing you have ever seen. And Rick and Amber -- they're starting to become my really good friends.

Sheila: Enough! I don't want to hear any more of this! You get on the phone, you call them and tell them you're sick and that you have to leave.

Erica: God, why are you trying to ruin this for me?

Sheila: Would you just trust me, once? You know, I have worked so hard to keep you safe, and you don't appreciate anything --

Erica: Being safe is not the only thing that is good for you in life, Mom. But you would never know that, because you've never had any kind of excitement. God, why can't you understand that what I'm doing is right for me? I wish you would just understand.


Amber: Eric, sweetie, mommy's home!

[ Door closes ] oh. Oh, god. Okay. Just one. Just one pill. Eric can't see me like this. Just one. Just this one. Okay. Come on, come on. Come on.

Amber: I need more. I need more.

Little Eric: Splash!

Eric? Eric?!

Little Eric: Splash!

Amber: Oh, my. Honey. Honey, honey, what are you doing out here all by yourself, hmm? You don't even have your water wings on.

Erica: Look, Mom, I have to go, okay? Amber's here.

Amber: Oh, god. I never should have left you here alone.

Erica: Hey.

Amber: Honey, why don't you go inside and play? Mommy will be in in a second, okay? Where were you?

Erica: I -- I was right --

Amber: You left him alone!

Erica: No!

Amber: I saw him by the pool unattended! He could've fallen in and drowned, Erica!

Erica: I was watching him the whole time, Amber. I swear to you. I never took my eyes off him. I was on the phone --

Amber: You were on the phone with your girlfriends, huh?! You were on the phone with your girlfriends while my son could've -- you know what?! Get out!

Erica: What?

Amber: You are fired!

Erica: If you --

Amber: Get out! Just get out! Go!

Erica: Just give me a chance to explain --

Amber: Get out!


Deacon: Come here.

Brooke: What are you doing?

Deacon: Come here. You and I are going to talk.

Brooke: What do you mean?

Deacon: What the hell is going on.

Brooke: What, what, what?

Deacon: You cut your honeymoon short.

Brooke: Well, don't read anything into that.

Deacon: I'm sorry, I'm a little confused here. The last time you and I talked, you were going to tell Bridget the truth -- that you love me, that you're carrying my child.

Brooke: Deacon, I couldn't do it, and I'm glad I didn't, because it's just wrong.

Deacon: It's -- it's right being in a bogus marriage to a guy that you can't stand?

Brooke: I like Whip.

Deacon: You like Whip?

Brooke: He's been very kind to me.

Deacon: How long do you think that's going to last, Brooke? Eventually this guy is going to want a real marriage.

Brooke: He has a real marriage.

Deacon: I'm talking about sex.

Brooke: I know what you're talking about.

Deacon: No. No. No, please tell me you didn't sleep with this guy? You're pregnant with my child. Tell me it's a lie. Please tell me it's a lie.


Rick: Hi, Erica. What's wrong?

Erica: Nothing.

Rick: What, is it little Eric? Is he okay?

Erica: No, he's fine.

Amber: Yeah, no thanks to you.

Rick: Okay, what happened?

Amber: She left him alone by the pool. Don't you dare contradict me!

Erica: Rick, I was there. She didn't see me, but I was.

Amber: She walked off, and she just left him there.

Erica: I would never, ever do that.

Rick: All right. Everybody, you know what? Let's just -- let's just calm down and talk this out, okay?

Amber: No, there's nothing to talk about. I told you this was a bad idea, and I'm never, ever leaving Eric alone with her again.

Erica: If you would just give me a minute to explain myself --

Amber: Oh, so you can lie some more?

Erica: I'm telling you the truth, Amber. Look, maybe we can talk about this when you're feeling better.

Amber: Oh, my. Oh, my god. She's accusing me of being drunk. You don't think I know what I saw?!

Erica: I think that you jumped to conclusions, and you were wrong.

[ Amber laughs ]

Amber: How dare you?! How dare you?! You know what?!

Rick: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Amber, stop it.

Amber: You almost killed my son!

Rick: Amber, stop it! Stop!

Amber: If anything happened to my son.

Rick: Stop. Calm down.

Amber: I will --

Rick: Calm down. Okay?

Amber: No! You just let go of me.


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