The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Wednesday 11/21/07
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Stephanie: Eric, is that you? Eric?
Eric: What the he...
Charlie: At Forrester Creations, you say?
Storm: Yes, yes. My sister Donna was abducted and locked in a steam room. Now I'd like to file a formal complaint and get a restraining order.
Charlie: Against Stephanie Forrester?
Storm: Look. With all due respect, we've been on the phone for, like, ten minutes. Can we speed this up, please?
Charlie: Look. I'm doing the best I can, man, mist--uh, Mr., Um...
Storm: Logan. Storm Logan. Who in the hell am I speaking to, anyway?
Eric: Katie? I was looking for Donna back here, I hear a strange noise coming from that direction. Did you hear anything?
Eric: Are you sure? Because it sounded to me like maybe it was a-- are you all right?
Katie: I'm fine.
Eric: Are you sure? 'Cause you don't seem--
Katie: I'm fine.
Donna: Stephanie. Can you hear me?
Donna: Oh, my God! Oh, my God. Stephanie! (Gasping)
Eric: What's going on? I thought I heard a-- oh, my God! Donna, what is it? Stephanie? Stephanie. Oh, God. What happened here? What happened? This is Eric Forrester. Yeah, we need an ambulance here right away. Right away. An ambulance, yes. My wife's been shot!
Donna: Oh, my God!
Eric: What happened, Donna? What did you do? What in God's name have you done? Stephanie. Stephanie. Stephanie, talk to me. Stephanie!
Donna: (Sobbing) Oh, God!
Storm: I want those charges filed today. (Exhales sharply)
Brooke: (Exhales sharply)
Storm: Whoa, whoa. Sis, take it easy.
Brooke: No, no, I don't want to take it easy. I am through taking it easy where Stephanie's concerned.
Storm: Look. I know. I'm not happy with what Stephanie pulled, too, but stomping around and making threats like the old man-- oh, come here. Look, Brooke, listen to me. I'm already on this. I just got off the phone with the LAPD, and as soon as I leave here, I'm gonna go over there and file a formal complaint against Stephanie and get a restraining order, okay?
Brooke: And what good is that gonna do? She's just gonna turn her nose up to it, and then she's gonna go on making our lives miserable like she has most of her life. That's why I did what I did.
Storm: What did you do?
Brooke: I don't care about myself. I mean, she's already done the worst to me, but Donna was really looking forward to having that moment with Eric at the end of the show. She deserved that moment.
Storm: What Stephanie did-- she dug her own grave. Eric's beyond furious with her. Any chance she had of him taking her back-- it's gone now.
Brooke: I know, but that still doesn't make up for what she did to our sister. Nothing could, short of... (exhales sharply) I don't know. This whole thing is just one big bloody mess.
Eric: Stephanie. Stephanie, can you hear me? Stephanie. Oh, God. What happened here? What happened here, Donna? What did you do?
Donna: I-I didn't do anything--I didn't shoot her.
Eric: You were leaning over her here!
Donna: I heard a noise, I came in, and I thought she fainted. Eric, you have to believe me!
Eric: Where's the ambulance?
Guard: I hear sirens down by the gate. You're in the showroom?
Eric: Good. I'm--I'm in the showroom. Yes, I'm in the showroom. Don't let anybody leave this building. Lock it down. No one leaves.
Guard: Yes, sir. Mrs. Marone. Come back here! I'm under strict orders not to let anybody leave. Get me the front gate.
Eric: Stephanie, an ambulance is on the way. You're gonna be all right. You're gonna be fine. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. It's gonna be all right.
Thorne: Okay. All right. Well, just call me as soon as you're finished, okay? All right. That's Ridge. He's still at the TV station. They're about to go live with the after-show press conference.
Felicia: Great. Better him than me, 'cause I'm telling you, I'm in no mood-- damn it, Thorne, why can't dad understand that we didn't want to hurt Donna by putting her in that steam room? It's just-- he should be with Mother, and not with her.
Jake: F-Felicia, Thorne, um, you guys gotta come to the showroom right away.
Thorne: Why, what's wrong?
Jack: Your mo- she's been shot.
Felicia: Shot?! Oh, my God!
Brooke: Oh, Stephanie! Oh, my--
Storm: Oh, my God.
Donna: Storm, thank God.
Storm: What the hell happened?
Eric: Somebody shot her. I'm trying to stop the bleeding.
Brooke: Is she conscious?
Eric: No, no.
Storm: Who found her?
Eric: Donna, but she's not to blame.
Donna: I-I-I thought she collapsed. I-I-I didn't know she was shot until I turned her over and--
Nick: What are you talking about I can't leave? What the hell's going on?
Storm: Stephanie's been shot.
Eric: Where are the-- where's the ambulance? We want to get her to the hospital right away.
Clarke: Ahh, so, tell me what happened. Did the queen bee throw you and Nick out again? I heard what happened, that Stephanie was up there with Eric during the big finale. Oh, that must've ticked nick off. So tell me, did Nick let big mama Forrester have it?
Jackie: I did it, Clarke. I went through with it. I didn't think I could, but I did it.
Clarke: You did it? Jackie, what did you do?
Jackie: Nobody messes with Jackie Marone and gets away with it, especially not Stephanie bloody Forrester.
Jackie: (Exhales sharply)
Eric: It's all right. The paramedics are on the way. The paramedics are coming. They'll be here any minute now.
Felicia: Daddy? Daddy, where is she? Oh, my God!
Eric: Baby, baby, baby...
Eric: Your mother's alive. Your mother's alive, okay?
Felicia: Mom, it's me. Oh, God. Open your eyes, please. Please try to open your eyes. Mom?
Eric: It's all right. Your mother's gonna make it. She's a real fighter.
Thorne: How did this happen? How did this happen? Who found her?
Donna: I did.
Felicia: Is that blood on your hands? That's my mother's blood on your hands?
Donna: I-I didn't do it!
Brooke: Get your hands off! Stop it!
Felicia: I swear to God, bitch!
Jake: Everybody, out of the way! Let the paramedics through here.
Man: It's all right. Okay, what happened?
Eric: Uh, she's-- she's been shot. We've been applying pressure, and, uh--
Man: Is this your wife?
Eric: Yes. Stephanie Forrester.
Man: I'll take it from here, sir.
Eric: Yeah. Yeah.
All: (Murmuring indistinctly)
Man: Okay, let's start.
Man: Take a B.P. I'll set up an I.V.
Man: You got it.
Lt. Baker: (Indistinct)
Storm: Hey. Are you okay?
Donna: Look. I know how it looks, but I didn't shoot her. I swear it--I didn't.
Stephen: I know. Of course you didn't, sweetheart, but it's just like a Forrester to point a finger, especially when it's a Logan they're implicating.
Storm: Where have you been?
Brooke: Yeah, dad, where have you been? We haven't seen Katie since--
Stephen: I was not with your sister.
Storm: Please don't tell me you had anything to do with this.
Lt. Baker: I'd like to hear that, too.
Felicia: Sorry. Careful.
Eric: All right. Okay. Here we go. No, let them-- let them go.
Thorne: All right, come on.
Lt. Baker: You don't look so broke up, Nick, but then Stephanie Forrester's not exactly your favorite person, is she?
Nick: Are you accusing me of something, Lieutenant?
Lt. Baker: Nobody's accusing anyone of anything, but there was a shooting, which was reported around 5:19, after which the building was sealed, which means it's highly possible that the shooter is still right here in this room.
Nick: And this is when you gather all your suspects in a room you grill 'em in until you get somebody to confess. I got a wife and kid at home. You want something from me, you know where to find me.
Lt. Baker: Not so fast. We gotta get everybody's statements first, plus test for gunpowder residue. Until that's done, nobody's going anywhere.
Nick: All right, lieutenant. You do all the testing you want. You'll get nothing.
Lt. Baker: I assume the rest of you will also be cooperative? Or am I wrong about that, Mr. Logan?
Stephen: Are you referring to me, or my son?
Lt. Baker: Actually, I didn't realize you were back in town.
Stephen: I didn't realize it was any of your business.
Lt. Baker: Normally it wouldn't be, but there's a lot of history between the Logans and the Forresters, none of it good.
Stephen: All right. You want me to say it, fine. I hated Stephanie Forrester more than anybody in this world, but that doesn't mean I shot her.
Lt. Baker: Didn't say you did. Maybe it was one of your children. Maybe that's why you're so defensive and so determined to protect them at any cost, especially, let's say, a daughter with the victim's blood all over her hands. Rachael ray here.
Nick: Lieutenant, you've got my statement, you've swabbed my hands. Can I go?
Lt. Baker: For now, but once we get the results back...
Nick: You may want to grab one of these-- help you clean that egg off your face... again.
Lt. Baker: All right, which one of you is next?
Stephen: Look, Columbo, I didn't shoot anybody, and my kids didn't shoot anybody, so unless you're going to arrest us, we're leaving.
Storm: Look, dad. I'm a lawyer. Would you let me handle this, please?
Stephen: There's nothing to handle, Storm. This lieutenant is just making a lot of insinuations.
Storm: Yeah, and the fastest way to prove that is to cooperate in every way.
Donna: Dad, storm's right. I-I don't have anything to hide.
Brooke: None of us do.
Storm: And the faster the police realize that, the sooner they can focus their investigation on finding who really shot Stephanie.
Lt. Baker: Any luck locating the weapon, detective?
Charlie: We're doing preliminary sweeps right now.
Stephen: You don't even know what kind of gun was used.
Lt. Baker: Care to help us out on that, Mr. Logan?
Charlie: Something else, pop--
Brooke: He's your son?
Lt. Baker: Yes, he is. Go ahead, Charles.
Charlie: I took a complaint about Mrs. Forrester earlier. Apparently, she locked a miss, uh, Donna Logan in the steam room.
Lt. Baker: Care to tell me why Stephanie would do such a thing?
Clarke: What are you doing?
Clarke: Well, that's obvious. You going someplace? Well, where? When will you be back?
Jackie: I haven't the foggiest.
Dr. Brauer: What have we got?
Man: Caucasian female, early 60s, single gunshot to the left torso, entry point-- left shoulder blade, no exit point.
Bridget: Dad, what's going on?
Eric: Bridget, thank God. Look. Stephanie's been shot.
Eric: I need to be with her. I need to be in there with her.
Bridget: Wait, dad, dad, dad, just calm down, please. I know you're worried, but you've gotta let the doctors do what they need to do. I'll go check on her, okay? Please, stay here.
Felicia: Where is she? Where's Mother?
Eric: They're examining her.
Thorne: What did the doctor say?
Felicia: I already know what the doctor's gonna say-- that she's gonna be fine, because we can't lose her. We're not gonna lose her.
Felicia: I can't lose her.
Donna: Look, what it all comes down to is I was supposed to be on the stage when Eric took his bows, but Stephanie didn't want me there, so she sent her children after me.
Lt. Baker: She had Thorne and Felicia kidnap you and lock you in the steam room?
Brooke: While Stephanie took my sister's place next to Eric.
Donna: Naturally, when I found out, I was upset.
Charlie: Upset enough to put a bullet through the lady?
Stephen: Stephanie got exactly what she deserved.
Storm: Oh, come on, dad, you're not being helpful here.
Stephen: I don't care what this sounds like or looks like. I'm done here, and you and your sisters should be, too.
Lt. Baker: Is that how the rest of you feel?
Storm: No. We have nothing to hide, just like Donna said, and neither does my father, despite his pigheadedness. So, please continue on with your investigation, lieutenant. I can assure you the Logan family will be cleared.
Lt. Baker: I hope it doesn't turn out to be much of an investigation-- that Mrs. Forrester just makes it through surgery and can tell me who shot her.
Stephen: That's if she saw who shot her.
Thorne: I just left a message for Ridge on his cell phone.
Felicia: Okay. Bridget, how is she?
Thorne: Has she regained consciousness?
Bridget: No, but she is stable enough to have the bullet removed. They're prepping her for surgery right now.
Felicia: I just really want to see her.
Bridget: I know you do, baby.
Nurse: Dr. Forrester, you're needed in 404 right away. Mr. Owens is having trouble breathing.
Bridget: Okay, thank you. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay? She's gonna be all right, Dad.
Thorne: It's okay.
Felicia: Hey, there. Whether you know it or not, you've scared us all to death. Not that anything is gonna happen to you...
Felicia: 'Cause it's not.
Thorne: Dad's been here, Mother, by your side the whole time.
Felicia: We're not going anywhere.
Thorne: And neither are you.
Felicia: 'Cause we need you. Oh, God. She's cold. (Sobbing) Kristen needs you... Ridge, all of your grandchildren. Dad, too... (sobbing) whether he admits it or not.
Eric: Okay, okay. Shh.
Felicia: She's so cold.
Eric: Okay, okay.
Eric: Doctor, can I come through here?
Dr. Brauer: Yes.
Eric: Stephanie? Stephanie, look. You need to, uh-- you need to hang in there, okay? Don't you let-- don't you let everything that you and I have had together end like this. You're always telling me what to do-- I'm gonna tell you what to do. You pull through this. That's an order.
Felicia: She's awake! She's awake.
Dr. Brauer: Mrs. Forrester, I'm Dr. Brauer. You're at university hospital. We're gonna be taking you into the surgery any minute now.
Eric: You've been shot. You've been shot. You're gonna be all right. The doctor's gonna take you into surgery. They're gonna take the bullet out. You're gonna be all right.
Thorne: What? What, Mother? What are you trying to say?
Eric: Are you in pain? Are you in pain?
Stephanie: I just--I...
Thorne: What, Mother? I think she's trying to tell us who shot her.
Felicia: No, she is! She is--that's exactly what she's trying to say.
Eric: Who was it, Stephanie? Who shot you? Who was it?Back to The TV MegaSite's B&B Site
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