B&B Transcript Monday 5/17/04

The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday 5/17/04

By Boo
Proofread by Becky

Massimo: Haven't you heard a word I've said, Lieutenant? My wife is missing.

Lt. Baker: Has she ever stayed out overnight before?

Massimo: Of course not. What kind of a woman do you think she is?

Hudson: We've contacted all her friends, local business associates --

Oscar: Nobody's heard from her.

Massimo: Something has happened to Jacqueline. Lieutenant, I want her found.


[ Jackie moaning ]

Jackie: Where am I?

Deacon: I'll give you one hint. You're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

Jackie: Deacon?

Deacon: Good morning.

Jackie: Morning? What do you mean morning?

Deacon: Well, as in evening is over. You really are hung over, aren't you?

Jackie: Whose bed is this?

Deacon: Uh, take a guess.

Jackie: Oh. You mean I stayed here?

Deacon: Yeah.

Jackie: Oh, no. Oh, no. I have to get home. I have got to get out of here. I'm not wearing any clothes. Deacon, you're not wearing any clothes, either.

Deacon: Well, it generally makes it a little easier.

Jackie: Oh, we didn't?

Deacon: Oh, yeah. Several times.

Jackie: Oh, God. Oh, God.

Deacon: That's exactly what you yelled last night when we --

Jackie: No, no, no. I don't believe you! I don't believe you, and I don't believe it. I was drunk. Obviously, I was drunk. And, you -- you, um -- you simply put me to bed.

Deacon: Honey, did I love tucking you in.

Jackie: Don't you say that. And close your eyes.

Deacon: Hey, I got a better idea. Why don't you turn around, so I can see that cute little birthmark you got right above the left side of your --

Jackie: I was vulnerable. I was vulnerable, and you -- you took advantage of me.

Deacon: Jackie, we made love.

Jackie: No.

Deacon: Jackie, come on, we enjoyed it. We both did very much.

Jackie: No, no!

Deacon: Yes, yes! Look, I understand why you feel guilty, 'cause you're married. But, I mean, come on!

Jackie: Yeah, I'm married. I'm married to Massimo Marone. Do you have any idea what he'd do to you if he found out? What he'd do to me? Oh, God. How did I get here? I mean, I love my husband. I spent my whole life waiting for my husband, and now -- where's my other shoe?

Deacon: Jackie, relax. Just take a deep breath.

Jackie: Relax? I cannot go home wearing only one shoe!

Deacon: Well, stick around for awhile. Come on, I should be getting the call for the paternity test any minute.

Jackie: Oh, I don't care about that paternity test.

Deacon: You don't care about it?

Jackie: Why did I have to open my mouth that day in your office? I mean, why did you have to hear me talking about the baby? Then none of this would've ever have happened. God, I wish that I had -- I wish you'd never come into my life!

[ Deacon sighs ]

Deacon: Call me.


Brooke: No answer?

Nick: I just keep getting her voice mail.

Brooke: I hate to say this, but did you check with the hospitals?

Jackie: Yeah, I checked. Nothing. No one even remotely matching my mother's description.

Brooke: Oh, thank God. Well, that's a good thing.

Nick: I really don't know what to think about this.

Brooke: Just think that we're going to find her.

Nick: Right. Right.


Lt. Baker: Did you put out the APB?

Policeman: Yeah, but she hasn't been gone more than 24 hours.

Lt. Baker: We're doing Mr. Marone a favor.

Oscar: And you know what? We appreciate it. And I'm sure Massimo's friend the commissioner will, too.

Lt. Baker: We need a picture of your wife.

Massimo: Hudson, give him the one on the desk.

Hudson: Good choice, Massimo. That one captures Jackie to a "T."

Lt. Baker: Get this photo of Mrs. Marone into the system as soon as possible.

Jackie: That won't be necessary.

Massimo: Jacqueline, oh, thank God. Thank God, Jacqueline. Sweetheart, I've been going crazy over this. You have no idea. You're not hurt, are you?

Jackie: I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Massimo: Where have you been?


[ Knock at the door ]

Deacon: Oh, Amber.

Amber: Who else were you expecting?

Deacon: No one. What are you doing here?

Amber: Oh, I finished Eric's costume for his play, so I figured I'd drop it off so he could have it for dress rehearsal.

Deacon: Okay, why don't you go take it over to Joe and Tilly's on your way home.

Amber: Joe and Tilly's?

Deacon: Yeah, he's hanging out with them.

Amber: Eric's in furnace creek?

Deacon: Amber, where have you been? No, they moved the trailer a couple miles from here. They wanted to spend more time with their grandson. Can you please just go? I want some peace and quiet.

Amber: Boy, are you grouchy this morning. What'd you do, wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

Deacon: Something like that.

Amber: Or did you blow it and fall off the wagon?

Deacon: You know, Amber, not that I owe you an explanation, but I am still sober.

Amber: What do you mean, Deacon? There is Scotch in here. You know, I can't believe it! I can't believe you're drinking again!

Deacon: Relax, Amber, relax! It's not mine.

Amber: Yeah? Then whose is it?


Massimo: Jacqueline, tell us, where were you?

Jackie: Well, I will, I will. It's just that --

Massimo: That what? What? What is it, sweetheart?

Jackie: It's a little it difficult, you know, darling, in front of the police.

Lt. Baker: I got to right a report, Mrs. Marone.

Jackie: Yes, of course you do. Okay, um -- it's a bit embarrassing, but the truth of the matter is that I had too much to drink and I had to sleep it off in Lauren Fenmore's hotel room.

Massimo: Lauren Fenmore?

Jackie: Yeah, she was in town. She's going this morning back to Genoa city. You see, she was here for a meeting, and then, well, after the meeting -- the staff meeting -- we decided, you know, to catch up on old times and have a few drinks -- a few cosmopolitans -- and then a few led to a few more. And oh, boy. You know what it's like when they are pouring and you're not paying attention.

Lt. Baker: It's a dangerous habit.

Jackie: Yep. It certainly is one that I am not going to take up, because I could hardly stand, darling. Oh. No, it was -- well, Lauren said, "Jackie, spend the night." So, I did.

Lt. Baker: Well, I think we're done here unless there's anything else, Mr. Marone?

Massimo: No, no, no, no. Lieutenant, thank you. Thank you for coming.

Hudson: Gentlemen, I'll show you out.

Jackie: Darling, I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry. It was -- shameful. Shameful. I'll tell you one thing though, boy, the next time Lauren Fenmore is in town, I am not meeting her for a drink. Oh, no. I've learned my lesson. Oh, Massimo, I'm so sorry, darling.


Nick: She did what?

Oscar: I'm just telling you what she told us.

Nick: She got drunk, and passed out in Lauren Fenmore's hotel room.

Brooke: Oh, no.

Nick: Is she all right? How is she?

Oscar: Well, you know, it's nothing a raw egg and some Tabasco won't cure. But when you think about how it could've went down --

Nick: Well listen, Oscar, thanks for calling. I'll check in on her later. Thanks. Other than the hangover, she's fine. I don't know what she was thinking. It just doesn't make any sense. I noticed she'd been drinking a little, but I just didn't make much of it at the time.

Brooke: You think something's going on?

Nick: Maybe it's a case of pre-wedding jitters.

Brooke: She's already married.

Nick: Yeah, but we're not. And you know my mother, she's not gonna breathe easily until she takes all of the rice and throws it in our face. How'd it go with Forrester? We never had a chance to talk about it.

Brooke: It's better that way.

Nick: So, he didn't congratulate you?

Brooke: He didn't say much of anything, really. He just walked out, and left me there in the room alone with Stephanie who decided she hadn't berated me enough the last time, so she gave me a few more jabs.

Nick: Forget about it. Put that behind you, because you got a family who appreciates you. You've got a mother-in-law who would move mountains for you. She likes you.

Brooke: You ought to know.

Nick: You know there's nothing my mother wouldn't do for me. Nothing.


Deacon: You're amazing. After everything we've been through, you think I'm standing here lying to your face about getting tanked.

Amber: Prove me wrong. Tell me who's it is.

Deacon: It's a friend's.

Amber: A friend?

Deacon: Yes, a friend. You know? Go out, try and get one.

Amber: Oh, you know what? Your friend left a little something behind.

Deacon: Okay, give me that. All right? Thank you.

Amber: Maybe you should put a lock on it.

Deacon: You know what? Maybe you ought to put a lock on your mouth.

Amber: Is this hers, too? Hmm? Expensive Scotch, expensive clothes -- wonder what she's doing with a low-rent kind of guy like you?

Deacon: Can we just stop with the 20 questions, please?

Amber: No, no we can't. Not as long as you have custody of Eric. You know, I may not be his mother legally, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to sit around and let you parade your high class floozy around my little boy.

Deacon: Floozy? All right, first of all, she's not a floozy. Second of all, you don't have to worry about little E seeing her. Okay? Because, well, after last night she probably wants nothing to do with me.


Jackie: Oh, that is so good. Poor Lauren. Having to fly today. Oh, I can't even imagine.

Massimo: Does she do this sort of thing often?

Jackie: Darling, I have no idea. I wouldn't think so.

Massimo: What's her number?

Jackie: Pardon me?

Massimo: Her cell phone number. What is it?

Jackie: Why? Why would you want to call her?

Massimo: Is it in your book here?

Jackie: Massimo, I told you. She's going home this morning.

Massimo: Okay, here it is.

Jackie: Darling, there's no point in calling her. You know what? She's probably on the plane as we speak.

Massimo: Lauren, it's Massimo Marone.

Lauren: Massimo, my God, it's been a long time. What can I do for you?

Massimo: Answer a question. Were you with my wife last night?

Lauren: Was I with your wife last night?

Massimo: It's an easy question. Either you were or you weren't.

Lauren: You know, you just -- you caught me off guard. When I was with Jackie yesterday, I thought she mentioned that you knew we were getting together.

Massimo: So? You did see her.

Lauren: Yes. We had a wonderful time.

Massimo: Too wonderful, evidently.

Lauren: Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Massimo: Frankly, I think it was very reckless of you and Jacqueline to drink so excessively.

Lauren: You're right. I should have shown more restraint.

Massimo: Well, you have responsibilities and a reputation to uphold.

Lauren: You have my word that this type of behavior will never happen again.

Massimo: I hope not. After all, Jacqueline is not just another of your employees, Lauren. She's also Mrs. Massimo Marone. I suggest you remember that. Good-bye.

Jackie: Go ahead. Say it. I was irresponsible, too. I had no business doing what I did, just letting go like that, forgetting all about you, my husband waiting for me at home. The husband who I am completely devoted to. I mean, you have done nothing but wonderful, wonderful things for me, Massimo. I'm so sorry, darling. I'm so, so sorry. Please tell me that you forgive me.

[ Massimo sighs ]

Massimo: You made a mistake. We all do that now and then. But you should be more careful. See, you're much too precious to be taking any of these kinds of chances. My God, look what could've happened if you hadn't been with Lauren.

Jackie: Oh, I don't want to think about that. I just want to actually have a hot bath.

Massimo: Mm-hmm.

Jackie: I just want to forget about last night altogether. I hope you can, too.


Nick: My mother.

Brooke: You worried about your mother still?

Nick: No, look at this list, though. She ordered a harpist?

Brooke: Oh, you don't like the harp?

Nick: It just seems sort of angelic. Sort of funeral-like. This is a wedding celebration. It's supposed to be the happiest day of our life.

Brooke: So, the perennial bachelor isn't having second thoughts?

Nick: About marrying you? Bring it on.

Brooke: Bring it on? Now, that's the kind of music should have at our wedding.

Nick: You gotta be getting sick of that song by now? Come on, be honest. You're kind of sick of it, aren't you?

Brooke: I'm not. No, I think it's a wonderful song.

Nick: Really?

Brooke: You wrote it for me.

Nick: I did.

Brooke: Mm-hmm.

Nick: I want to do that the rest of your life, too. You know what? It won't be long now. Mr. And Mrs. Marone and family.


[ Phone rings ]

Deacon: Hey.

Danny: Hey, man. It's Danny. Can I interest you in some DNA results?

Deacon: Oh, yeah.


[ Phone rings ]

Lauren: Well, I was hoping you'd call.

Jackie: Oh, Lauren. I don't know what to say first. I don't know whether to apologize or say thank you.

Lauren: Well, it wasn't exactly my favorite situation, but I figured you had a good reason for bringing me into it.

Jackie: Oh, yeah. I did something -- something really, really foolish.

Lauren: Really? You want to talk about it?

Jackie: No, I do not. It's over. It's done and it's never, ever gonna be repeated.

Lauren: All right. But would you do me a favor? If you ever do get an urge to do this again, could you just call me first to give me a heads-up?

Jackie: You're a good friend, Lauren. Thank you. Bye.

[ Phone rings ] Jackie: What did you forget?

Deacon: I did forget to tell you how stunningly beautiful you looked this morning.

Jackie: Deacon. How dare you call me? Didn't I make myself perfectly clear that I don't want anything to do with you?

Deacon: Even if I tell you that the paternity results are on the way over to my place as we speak?

Jackie: Okay. I'll get in touch with you. And then you can fill me in.

Deacon: Jackie, if you think I'm going to sit on this information any longer than I have to, you're out of your tree. It ain't gonna happen.

Jackie: What? What is that supposed to mean?

Deacon: Uh, it's supposed to mean get you ass over here. Come on. We gotta put this thing to rest.

Jackie: How do you expect me to do that? What am I supposed to say to Massimo?

Deacon: I don't know. Look at this as an opportunity to get in touch with your inner sense of creativity. Make something up, all right. Come on. You gotta figure out who the hell is the father to Brooke's kid.

Jackie: Okay. I'll think of something, all right? I don't know what. But this is absolutely the last time. Do you understand?

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