The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday 8/2/10
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Brooke: Stephanie! (Breathing heavily) oh, come on. I know you're not hurt. (Sighs) Are you all right? Stephanie? Stephanie.
Aggie: It's a over the press, and now it's all over the internet. My brother and his girlfriend's mother.
Nick: Hmm. A P.R. nightmare for Forrester
Aggie: At least they didn't connect him to Whip and Jackie M.
Nick: Well, we gotta be prepared. We gotta say something when they start calling.
Aggie: Do you believe her-- Brooke? I mean, that it was all a big mistake?
Nick: Well, something that crazy's gotta be true. Why?
Aggie: Oliver I believe, but he's just very trusting. Whatever Brooke told him, he'd believe it.
Nick: Brooke would never do something like that to Hope. (Sighs) Whip's not in his office.
Aggie: He's at the shoot.
Nick: What shoot?
Aggie: The Venus campaign.
Nick: I thought I pulled the plug on that.
(Camera shutter clicking)
Whip: You're the goddess of beauty. You are adored by men everywhere. Yet, this statue holds such a strange attraction for you. You wish that you could bring him to life, but then... to your amazement... he turns his face to you. Owen, you're scowling.
Owen: Look, I'm Mars, god of war.
Whip: No, you're not.
Amber: Yeah, he was Venus' lover. It's what the book says.
Whip: (Sighs) Yeah, well, gods of war don't sell dresses - we do. Okay, just relax and... I don't know. Be Cupid. Okay? There we go. Thank you so much. That's so much better.
(Camera shutter clicking)
Amber: You know, your brother's lookin' pretty hot these days.
Bridget: Are these your sketches? I see they are.
Bridget: Hmm. I know what you're probably thinking-- that you've been designing longer than I have, which is true, but I've been at Jackie M. Longer, and I know what works here, and these'll work. They're very good.
Amber: Thank you. You know, I know you could make it very, very difficult for me here.
Bridget: We need the help. And honestly, I'm all about second chances these days.
Amber: Want to know what I think? You probably don't. But...
Amber: I think Nick wants you back.
Whip: Okay, just a little bit more interaction. That's all. Right? Okay, just--arms to the side. No--no tension in your body. Just nice and flowing. Beautiful. Beautiful.
Nick: Hey, does somebody want to tell me what's going on? 'Cause I thought I squashed this idea.
Whip: Um, well, you did say "scrap it," but nobody really agreed, Nick.
Nick: Uh-huh. This is a democracy now.
Jackie: No, Nick, it's not. It's a fashion house. We design, we produce. We sell clothes. This is the selling part.
Nick: Is it?
Whip: Yes. Nick, come on. This is the winning formula.
Nick: Mm-hmm. We all know what's at stake here, right?
Amber: Yeah, I wish someone would explain it to me.
Nick: I'll do that.
Nick: Let's start with the Forresters and what they're going through now-- how much they love their Hope for the Future campaign. Where are the Forresters now? What are people saying about the Forresters right now? "Oh, I hope she doesn't bring her next boyfriend home to meet Mommy."
Jackie: Look, it's a horrible scandal. No one's arguing. I feel really sorry for Brooke and Hope, for everybody. But what does that have to do with us and this advertising campaign?
Nick: Do you really need me to spell that out for you, Mother?
Brooke: Okay, well, it seems like you're breathing. Pulse? Oh, yeah, there's a pulse. Stephanie, come on. Wake up. I know you're in there. Stephanie?
Stephanie: Get your hands...
Stephanie: Off of me.
Brooke: Okay, fine. Let me help you get up.
Stephanie: If you want to help me...
Stephanie: Get me a drink of water.
Brooke: All right. (Sighs)
Brooke: Who are you calling?
Stephanie: 9-1-1. Who else?
Stephanie: Yes. I'm on the floor. I can't get up.
Brooke: You don't even try.
Stephanie: Yes. No, I didn't fall. I was pushed.
Stephanie: 369 Willow Hill.
Brooke: You don't need an ambulance. I can drive you.
Stephanie: Yes, yes, that-- yes, and she's still here, and she's very unstable.
Brooke: Since when am I unstable?
Stephanie: Since the day you were born. Here. Help me up.
Stephanie: (Groans) thank you.
Brooke: (Sighs) you're welcome. Uh, I hardly touched you, you know.
Stephanie: You pushed me, and I hit my head.
Brooke: Well, you seem fine to me.
Brooke: Where are you going?
Stephanie: Oh, well, I have to pack my overnight bag before the ambulance comes.
Stephanie: I could have a concussion.
Brooke: Does your head hurt?
Stephanie: I'm on blood thinners. I might have a hematoma.
Brooke: (Sighs) You are going to play this to the hilt, aren't you? (Sighs)
Nick: Are we on the same page yet?
Whip: Uh, Nick, can I speak to you out in the hallway just for a minute?
Bridget: Nick, um, Sean's a very busy photographer. Maybe we could just finish the shoot, and then you could decide later if you want to use the pictures.
Nick: Thanks for that. Let's ask Sean. Sean, how do you think it's going here?
Sean: The shoot-- the shoot's great. Uh, they're beautiful together
Nick: Oh, look at that. Very nice, Sean. Let me ask you question. How would you feel if you saw these photos on some celebrity web site that tells you that my mother's husband is the father of my wife's child, ever more visible.
Jackie: That's enough, Nicky.
Nick: No, what's enough, Mother, is what you keep telling yourself-- that you and Bridget and Owen, you're gonna adore one another and everything's gonna be ducky. Well, it's not. It's gonna be a nightmare as soon as this gets out. And you're not the only one who's gonna suffer, you know. This business and everybody's livelihood is gonna suffer here. So I have a suggestion. I suggest we lighten the blow here and retire the two of you from your oh-so-photogenic married bliss from the public eye, or at least retire "Snow White" here.
Jackie: Owen, Bridget and I-- we are just trying to do what is best for everyone, including the baby, and I refuse to be ashamed.
Nick: Mother, I don't want to shame you. I just want to make sure that your reality checks don't bounce.
Nick: You do what you want.
Brooke: Uh, excuse me. , How is she?
Woman: Well, in fine spirits, you'll be happy to hear.
Brooke: Well...(sighs) I knew that, but is she okay?
Woman: The doctor's examining her now. Do you know this wing of the hospital was named after her?
Brooke: Yeah. Yeah. As a matter of fact, I did. (Chuckles)
Ridge: Logan, what happened?
Brooke: Oh, everything is fine, just fine.
Ridge: Well, then what's she doing here?
Brooke: Well, um, it probably wasn't strictly necessary.
Rid: Okay, well, thank you for erring on the side of caution. Mother, what's going on? What have you done to yourself here?
Stephanie: Oh, Ridge, I'm so happy to see you, honey.
Doctor: Your mother took a bit of a fall.
Stephanie: No fall. I was pushed.
Doctor: There was some minor swelling when she hit her head. I ordered a C.T. scan, just to be safe, especially considering her history of stroke.
Ridge: Where were you?
Stephanie: In the privacy of my home when I was pushed.
Ridge: What's this about being pushed?
Stephanie: By your wife. But that shouldn't be a surprise.
Brooke: You know, that's not really how it happened, Ridge.
Stephanie: Oh. Oh, you deny pushing me?
Stephanie: One moment, I'm standing. The next, I'm on the floor.
Brooke: No, I-I didn't really push you, Stephanie.
Stephanie: You pushed me.
Doctor: Mrs. Forrester?
Doctor: Ladies, this isn't the time.
Brooke: She moved Hope into the guesthouse.
Ridge: You what?
Stephanie: Well, what did you want me to do? She certainly wasn't going to stay under the same roof with her mother after what her mother-- and as usual, no good deed goes unpunished.
Woman: Radiology is ready for her, doctor.
Doctor: (Sighs) if you'll excuse us? Try not to worry. After all, we're in the Stephanie Forrester wing of University Hospital. We'll take good care of your mother.
Ridge: Thank you, doctor. Come on.
Brooke: (Sighs) she is milking this for all it's worth.
Ridge: My mother's had more than one stroke. She's on blood thinners. We have to take every precaution, especially with the possibility of a head injury.
Brooke: All right. All right. I realize that.
Ridge: Well, then why would you even get into some physical altercation with her in the first place?
Brooke: Ridge, oh, my god. I hardly even touched her. I-I--and I couldn't even help myself anyway. She was saying all these horrible things.
Ridge: Yes, I know. I've heard them, too. And how many years have you heard them?
Brooke: But now she's saying them to my daughter, and Hope is listening. Stephanie has my daughter, Ridge.
Jackie: I have no intention of bailing on the Venus campaign. Bridget has worked too hard on it.
Bridget: Well, Amber does have two new designs.
Amber: Yeah, and I've been working really hard on 'em.
Whip: Look, I'll handle whatever you want handled. But for the record, Nick does have a point. This campaign was in place when you were just the cougar and her devoted cabana boy.
Jackie: We still are.
Aggie: Well, I think what Whip is trying to say is that we have to anticipate. We can't just bury our heads in the sand here.
Whip: Okay, look. We have a P.R. disaster on our hands, okay? We can see it coming. All we can do is diffuse it, but the clock is ticking. You tell me how you want me to sell Jackie. Before or after the "m" stands for "ménage ŕtrois."
(knock on door)
Nick: Come in. Sorry about that-- how I handled it. Didn't mean to hurt you.
Bridget: I know. So you're still really angry. Jackie has a way of making things work that never seemed realistic before. You used to be like that.
Nick: I don't recall.
Bridget: Well, you lived on a boat. You drank and you smoked, and you told people exactly what you thought of them. You proposed to a woman that was way too young for you, and you fell in love with the daughter of a woman you had loved before, even though people said it would never work.
Nick: People were right.
Bridget: Here we are.
Bridget: Nick... (sighs) I re--I want us back.
Nick: I'm sorry.
Bridget: You're just afraid.
Nick: Afraid? (Sniffs) Afraid of what can happen to you, what can happen to that baby, because I've been through pregnancies with you before? Afraid? I think "terrified" is the word. Because I truly know what can happen to you. But that's out of my hands. And I just can't afford to open my heart to you anymore.
Jackie: You will maintain a "no comment" on the subject of Nick and Bridget's divorce.
Whip: Well, sure, I'll make them all feel like dirt if they bring it up, but what if they mention something about the baby?
Jackie: Say it's a high-risk pregnancy.
Owen: No. Why?
Jackie: Because they know that she's miscarried before.
Owen: But high-risk? No, I don't want to put that out there.
Jackie: No, you're right. We'll just say that her prenatal checkups are going swimmingly.
Amber: Shouldn't Bridget be in on this conversation?
Owen: She's obviously not very interested in the public relations aspect right now.
Whip: Yeah. No. So we have to be. Okay, what about the baby's paternity? What if they bring that up?
Jackie: Excuse me?
Whip: What about the baby's father?
Jackie: Uh, that's what you say.
Jackie: "Excuse me," as though it's a-- an indecent question. A-and if they persist, you just say, "haven't spoken to Bridget. No intention of."
Jackie: This child will have no lack of family. You tell them that. It's going to have Owen. It's going to have Bridget. It's going to have me.
Owen: No, I think it would probably be le--best to leave Nick out of this.
Amber: Hey, uh, do you need some help with that?
Jackie: Oh. (Scoffs) down, girl.
Aggie: How long has this role reversal been going on where you're the parent and Jackie is the child?
Nick: Uh, since I was about 10, yeah. My mother doesn't listen. I predicted every disaster that's gonna happen. They all came true, but she always bounces back. I just don't know what's happened to her pride.
Aggie: She doesn't feel disgraced by it at all?
Nick: It's really not about what people think. It's about my mother putting all of her eggs one basket with one person, and that's what she's done.
Aggie: And you look at me and wonder? You think to yourself, I could be wrong about her, too. I could trust her too much. Could say the wrong thing...
Aggie: And it could all just blow up in my face. It's all right. You're wounded. I was, too, remember? Listen, Nick. You don't have to tell me your secrets. Okay? You don't have to promise me anything, and you don't have to worry that I'm gonna get upset if you don't call me, 'cause I am just someone who loves you and wants good things for you, because so many good things have come to me because of you.
Bridget: Nick, I just wanted you to know I ordered the pay stubs. Is there something going on here that I should know about?
Stephanie: Wow. Wow, that looks delicious. I hope all the patients in the rest of the hospital get food as good as this.
Doctor: Of course they do, Mrs. Forrester. As I was saying, Mr. Forrester, we got lucky this time. The C.T. shows there's no signs of internal head trauma.
Ridge: Well, that's, uh, very good news.
Brooke: I was trying to explain--
Stephanie: Do you mind if the doctor finishes?
Doctor: But I would like to keep her here for overnight just to be sure.
Brooke: You just said you were sure.
Doctor: Well, on rare occasions, these bleeds can start after the fact, hours later.
Stephanie: Oh, you know, I read that in the university medical, uh, l-letter. Yeah, that's terrible.
Doctor: Mm-hmm. It's better to keep her here for observation. You know, we don't want to take any chances. You're not gonna argue with me on this, a you?
Stephanie: Oh, no. You're the expert. If I should be in the hospital...
Ridge: Doctor, I'll stay with her.
Brooke: Oh. (Chuckles) Ridge. I'm sure your mom's gonna be just fine with this great medical staff.
Stephanie: I think that my son would like to spend some quality time with his mother. I'm sure that you can spare him for one evening. Perhaps Oliver is free.
Doctor: I'll have them bring in a rollaway bed for you.
Ridge: Uh, thank you, doctor, but that's not necessary.
Doctor: I'll be back to check on you later, Mrs. Forrester.
Stephanie: I'm counting on it.
Ridge: Logan, I think you need to go.
Brooke: No. No. Not without my daughter.
Stephanie: Your daughter'd rather sleep in a ditch than go me with you.
Ridge: Come on. Look...
Ridge: We're not gonna resolve anything at this very moment in time, okay? We know that hope is safe. She's comfortable. I'll talk to her tomorrow, and we'll work this out then.
Brooke: Ridge. (Sighs)
Ridge: You really need to go home now, please. Go.
Stephanie: I'm sure that was difficult. But if you won't separate yourself from her, you're gonna jeopardize any chance you have with a relationship.
Ridge: Mother, I am not going to separate myself from my wife, because I love her and I know her very well. She would never intentionally harm her daughter, and she would never deliberately do anything to physically harm you, which is more than I can say for you over the years.
Stephanie: I know you're not calling me a liar.
Ridge: No, I'm not. I'm just informing you that I'm going to be married to Brooke for the rest of my life, and I want you to respect her. Am I making myself perfectly clear?
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