The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Friday 12/7/07
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Katie: Okay. Okay. Go back. Go back. I want to see it again.
Katie: Okay. Okay. You--you've--you've gotta blow this up. We need a better picture of it. And--and be careful. Do not erase it. This is critical evidence. We're about to find out who shot Stephanie.
Jake: (Whispers) Man.
Rick: You did it. I don't know how, but you did.
Ashley: Uh, what exactly did I do?
Rick: No, I wouldn't even try to deny it. I have proof.
Rick: It's the holiday sales report.
Rick: The "Felicia" fragrance is flying off the shelves.
Ashley: Well, I can't take all the credit for that. Well, I can't. The packaging you designed for the bottle was truly inspiring.
Rick: Look, Ashley, it has nothing to do with the packaging. Everybody knows that what's truly important lies within.
Ashley: (Laughs) that's so deep. I mean, did you come up with that yourself, or did you pull it out of a fortune cookie last night?
Rick: Oh, would you just stop? I'm being serious here. Ashley, you're de-- you're an unbelievable chemist. I mean, you have an amazing talent and--and a knack for knowing what goes together and what doesn't.
Ashley: Oh, that. Not always, actually, huh?
Rick: Well, I-I... I have something for you. Just-- it's an early Christmas present.
Ashley: Christmas is two weeks away. I must have been a very, very good girl this year.
Donna: Those damn reporters tried to block me from getting through.
Brooke: (Sighs) They want a statement about Dad.
Donna: Yeah. Well, I gave 'em one. The truth-- that our father did not shoot Stephanie Forrester.
Donna: What, you don't believe he's innocent?
Brooke: The police have a lot of evidence.
Donna: Oh, come on, Brooke. Our father may be a lot of things, but a murderer? When in your life have you ever known him to be violent?
Brooke: On the other hand, he does despise Stephanie.
Donna: Enough to risk going to jail for years? No. No, I'm sorry. I don't believe it. I honestly just don't believe it.
Eric: Nothing unusual out here. How you feeling?
Stephanie: Remind me not to get shot again.
Eric: Ooh. Is it time for another pain pill?
Stephanie: Well, why not?
Eric: Hmm. You just think of them as a-- as martinis, hmm?
Stephanie: Oh, in that case then, how about a blue cheese olive with it?
Pam: I have no idea what got into tiny barking like that. I just shut him in the den with strict orders to be a good puppy.
Stephanie: Did you?
Stephanie: Didn't you have some meringue you wanted to make?
Pam: Christmas cookies...
Pam: Eight different kinds. They're cooling in the kitchen.
Pam: What, you want me to make meringues now, too?
Eric: No, I think she's just fooling with you. Um, you know, you sound like you've been very busy in the kitchen.
Pam: Yes, I've been making little tins for the children and grandchildren and that nice Lt. Baker.
Stephanie: Oh, Lt. Baker.
Pam: Some people appreciate the hard work and effort that goes into my baking.
Eric: Pam, we all do.
Stephanie: Well, I have always appreciated your artistry, which got me to thinking that it would be nice if you could make a replica of the house and the outbuildings on the compound out of gingerbread all in time for supper.
Pam: Are you trying to get rid of me?
Eric: Look, maybe I should help you in the kitchen.
Pam: That'd be nice. Would you?
Eric: Yeah, sure.
Stephanie: Except he's busy.
Eric: Doing what?
Stephanie: Spending time with me?
Eric: There wouldn't be any of that cookie dough left on those large wooden spoons in there, would there?
Pam: Only in the bowls.
Eric: Okay, I'll use my fingers.
Eric: That's me.
Stephanie: Oh, for God sake. Go lick the bowls.
Eric: All right, we won't be long.
Stephanie: (Sighs) and then you'll be leaving?
Pam: Come on. We've got work to do.
Stephanie: How the-- how the hell did you get here?
Stephen: I just blew in like the wind, and that's how easy it would be for whoever shot you to come and finish you off.
Stephanie: What the hell are you talking about? You shot me. Eric! Pam!
Stephen: I just want to talk...
Stephanie: Eric, help me!
Stephen: Like two reasonable people.
Stephanie: Eric, help!
Eric: Logan! Logan, what the hell are you doing here? You stay away from Stephanie, you hear me? You stay away from her!
Katie: Do you really think we'll be able to see it better through your computer?
Jake: Oh, definitely. I've got the cable right here.
Katie: Hopefully, you'll be able to find out who the shooter is.
Katie: Okay, uh, this part-- can you go frame by frame?
Jake: Uh, yeah, sure.
Katie: Slow it down a little bit. All right, there it is. There it is. Freeze it.
Jake: Yeah. All right, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna zoom in a little bit on that.
Katie: Oh, my God. Do you see it?
Jake: Yeah, it's a hand holding the gun.
Katie: Definitely a man's.
Jake: Yeah, but whose?
Katie: Go in some more.
Jake: (Sighs) That's it. That's max close-up.
Katie: Do you see what I see?
Katie: Can you print me a copy of the still?
Jake: Yeah. You know what? I'm gonna put it to disk, and I'll make some copies.
(Telephone rings and rings)
Katie: Hi, Brooke, it's me. I need to see you and Donna right away. Can you get ahold of her for me?
Brooke: Donna's right here.
Katie: Okay, good. Don't go anywhere. I'm on my way over.
Brooke: Katie, what's this about?
(Phone hangs up)
Katie: I can't believe it, but it's gotta be true.
Eric: How can you dare come in here after what you tried to do her?
Stephen: Just let me explain.
Eric: There is no explanation, Stephen. You're violating c-court order. You're to do-- you're not to come anywhere near my wife.
Stephen: Well, that's very interesting. Do you refer to her as your wife when you're sleeping with my daughter?
Eric: Look, I get it. I get that you have issues with me, but that doesn't give you the right to harm Stephanie.
Stephen: I know 50 people who would like to shoot her. And somebody did, and they're framing me.
Stephanie: Oh, are you denying that the police found the gun in your hotel room?
Eric: Eventually, the truth will come out. Now you get out. Get out of my house.
Stephen: Somebody is out there waiting for their second chance, Stephanie, and next time, they might have better aim.
Stephanie: W-w-what are you doing?
Eric: I'm calling Lt. Baker.
Pam: What a perfectly dreadful man.
Eric: Lt. Baker, it's Eric Forrester. Look, Stephen Logan was here in my house. You call me back right away. (Hangs up phone)
Ashley: "Ashley Abbott and Ridge Forrester." Uh, these are the addressed invitations, except there's no postmark. I don't understand.
Rick: Yes. Well, I was gonna-- I was gonna talk to you about this sooner.
Ashley: Talk to me about what?
Rick: Well, do you remember when we were sitting on the tarmac in Paris and we were waiting to come home and I had offered to mail those for you?
Ashley: But you didn't.
Rick: I didn't, yes, but I had every intention to do so.
Rick: The honest-to-God truth is that I was standing at the mailbox, and at the last second, something told me not to drop them in. And then we get back home to L.A., and poof. Mom and Ridge are back together again and...
Ashley: Right. Huh. All this time, I was thinking, poor Ashley Abbott-- not one phone call, not one little e-mail. I just figured that the, um-- once the press found out about Ridge and Brooke being back together that everybody from L.A. to Genoa City heard that I'd been dumped.
Rick: Well, see? Now you don't have to feel that way. Really, no thanks needed in this situation. (Laughs)
Ashley: Mm. (Laughs) Could I offer you some advice?
Rick: Yeah, sure.
Ashley: (Clears throat) The next time you decide not to mail somebody's wedding invitations...
Ashley: You might want to tell the bride. Yeah.
Donna: Did Katie say why she was coming over?
Brooke: She hung up before I could ask.
Donna: We haven't finished our conversation.
Brooke: (Sighs) What more is there to talk about?
Donna: That you believe Dad is telling the truth.
Brooke: Donna, I'm really trying to be objective here, but the evidence is piling up. Now there's a lot of sick people in the world, and I would really hate to think our father is one of them.
Donna: Then don't. Have a little Faith, Brooke.
Brooke: I also haven't forgotten that he walked out on his wife and his four children. I question his integrity. How could I not?
Katie: I know who did it. I have proof.
Donna: Proof of what?
Katie: I know who shot Stephanie Forrester.
Ashley: I'm so happy.
Ashley: (Laughs) I'm so happy! Nobody got these invitations. Aah! You saved me from so much humiliation.
Rick: It's my pleasure.
Rick: Ashley, really, I wanted to do it.
Ashley: Uh, yeah. Thank you. And also, I have to admit that you were right. Ridge and Brooke are a force not to be reckoned with.
Rick: Thank you. I tried to tell you that over and over again and again.
Ashley: I know. I know.
Rick: And I can go on if you want me to.
Ashley: No, you-- no, I get it, okay? I-I get it. It's just a little-- it's a little difficult when the person that you love and care deeply about tells you that he wants to be with you and then, of course, in the next breath, he's off doing something with his ex-wife, but--
Rick: Well, as you've learned, my mother and Ridge's relationship is very complicated.
Ashley: I know. I know. And, um, I'm not so sure it's one that's destined to succeed. But all along, there was this, um-- this one guy who I was so sure had his own agenda, but when times were tough, he was right there when I needed him most.
Rick: Oh, really?
Rick: Who is this guy?
Ashley: Well, he kept telling me things that I certainly did not want to hear...
Ashley: Such as, I was crazy to get into a relationship with Ridge...
Ashley: And that sometimes the person you're searching for is standing right in front of you. He said that, too.
Rick: You know, I think I know who you're talking about.
Ashley: I haven't said it enough, so I'm gonna say it again. Thank you. Thank you so much for your friendship. It means more to me than you'll ever know.
Stephanie: He scared the hell out of me.
Eric: Once you give your statement to Lt. Baker, he will rearrest Stephen and then get him right back in lockup where he belongs.
Stephanie: Well--well, I hope he rots in jail.
Pam: Stephen doesn't like you either, Stephanie, not one little bit.
Stephanie: Oh, gosh, Pam, your powers of observation are astounding.
Pam: I'm not fishing for compliments, dear. What I was trying to say is that what if the police go after him, and they can't find him? What if he comes back for another visit?
Stephanie: You're right. Maybe you should stay here tonight and not go to a hotel.
Pam: Oh, between you and tiny, I'd feel a lot safer.
Eric: Now look, let's let the police handle this, all right? I-I've left a voice message for Lt. Baker. He'll be in touch with us very soon.
(Knock on door)
Eric: That's probably him now.
Pam: Oh, what if it's Stephen Logan?
Eric: Hey, Jake.
Jake: Mr. Forrester, I'm so sorry to bother you guys at home, but-- hi.
Jake: I-I just found out something kind of important I think, uh, you both ought to see. At least, it might be kind of helpful.
Eric: Well, come in. Sure, come in. Pam, would you give us, uh, some time alone with Jake?
Pam: Yeah, sure.
Eric: Yeah, go ahead. Sit down. Have a seat.
Stephanie: Thanks, Pam. Jake, what's this all about?
Jake: I brought my computer. You guys gotta check this out. Uh, I left it in sleep mode, so it should pop right up. Okay, this is a still from some video that was taken the day of the fashion show. Remember how you told me, "no cameras"?
Eric: Yes, I do.
Jake: Okay. Well, somebody else-- they grabbed the camera and they stuck it someplace, and they left it running. It had a clear view of the showroom right where Mrs. Forrester was shot.
Stephanie: Oh, my God.
Eric: This is the shooter. I mean, you've got him on tape.
Jake: Well, it was just-- just his hand. I had no idea until today it was even on there.
Stephanie: What-- look at that ring.
Eric: You--you recognize it?
Stephanie: Yes. Stephen Logan wears a ring exactly like that.
Eric: Are you sure?
Stephanie: What do you-- of course I'm sure! I'd stake my life on it.
Donna: Kate, just slow down.
Brooke: Why was Jake taping in the showroom?
Katie: He didn't know his camera was left on. It was just sheer luck.
Brooke: So you're saying it recorded who shot Stephanie?
Katie: It wasn't either of you. I have proof.
Donna: Oh, we know it wasn't us. We're worried about Dad.
Katie: When we found the footage, I had Jake freeze on the frame right before the gun goes off and zoom way in. Look.
Brooke: Where's the rest of him?
Katie: Well, it just got the hand sticking through the curtain with the gun pointing at Stephanie right before it went off.
Donna: Still, maybe there's enough evidence to clear Dad.
Brooke: Oh, my God. Look, it looks like the ring that Dad wears, that one with the big blue stone. Here, see if you can make anything out.
Donna: No, I-I need my glasses. I--
Katie: Here, use this.
Brooke: I-I see, like, a letter "S."
Katie: Oh, come on. That's Dad's hand. I--there's no doubt in my mind.
Donna: No, I-I refuse to believe that-- that that's Dad. No, somebody doctored this photo or something.
Katie: We found the footage completely by accident. Jake was showing me footage of a concert he went to. We ran across it, and I was with him the whole time. He did not doctor this image. Donna, I don't want to believe this, either. I-I-I don't want to believe that someone in our family could be capable of such a violent act.
Donna: No, wait. No, no. Don't get it. We have to figure this out. Brooke, no!
Stephen: Oh, hi, honey. Oh, I'm glad you're all here. I, uh, just came back from the Forresters' place. Stephanie and Eric are convinced that I'm the one who shot her.
Brooke: Why would you even go over there?
Katie: I mean, do you really think that was wise?
Stephen: Yeah, well, maybe it wasn't, but what's done is done. I just need to be with family now, with people who trust me and know that I'm innocent.
Stephanie: Well, this proves that Stephen shot me, doesn't it?
Eric: So much for his claim that he was set up.
Jake: So what do you think? Should I take this footage to the police?
Eric: No. You know what? I've already spoken to them. They're on their way over here. If you leave your computer here, I'll--I'll show it to them.
Jake: Yeah, sure.
Stephanie: Thank you, Jake.
Jake: Yeah, certainly.
Eric: And thank you for your, uh, for your loyalty, Jake.
Jake: All right. As soon as I saw it, I mean, I knew I had to get it to both of you.
Eric: Who else knows about this?
Jake: Uh, Katie Logan. She was actually with me when I realized what had happened. I-I made some copies, though. I gave 'em to her. I hope that was okay.
Eric: Wow. It's gonna be upsetting for those girls. They have hard evidence of their father's guilt here.
Stephanie: Yeah. I'm just so relieved, though. I hope this puts him away for a long, long, long time.
Eric: (Tsk-tsks) God.
Stephen: At least you girls will listen to reason. Eric Forrester--forget it. We've always had problems.
Donna: Because of Mom. But that was years ago, Daddy.
Stephen: Yeah. Well, tell him that.
Katie: How long have you two known each other, anyway?
Stephen: Eric and me?
Katie: Yeah. Does it go back as far as high school?
Stephen: Oh, no, no. Beth met him at Northwestern. If it hadn't been for Eric Forrester... well, your mother and I were very happy once.
Brooke: You were high school sweethearts.
Stephen: That's right. Cruisin' down Ventura Boulevard... (chuckles) drive-in movies. Those were some great times.
Brooke: Did you ever give her your ring to wear?
Stephen: Oh, yeah. Yeah, she wore it on a chain around her neck until I replaced it with an engagement ring.
Katie: Your high school ring, the one you never take off?
Stephen: Yep, that's it. Van Nuys high, '62. The two sports I lettered in-- water polo on one, swimming on the other.
Donna: With your name engraved--"Stephen."
Brooke: You've worn it for as long as I can remember.
Stephen: Oh, yeah, I almost never take it off, except for the rare time I have it cleaned. I know, I know, it's a bit silly for a grown man to wear his high school ring, but... it reminds me of happier times. What's going on? What's the matter, girls?
Katie: Turns out there was video footage of the shooting.
Stephen: Security camera?
Donna: It belonged to Jake MacLaine. It just happened to be running.
Katie: That's a blown-up frame.
Brooke: It's your ring, Dad, the one that you showed us.
Katie: The one you said you almost never take off.
Stephen: And because of this, this fakery, you think I'm the one who shot Stephanie?
Katie: It was you. It was you.
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