The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday 1/14/02

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Deacon: Brooke, you're not going anywhere.

Brooke: Deacon, let go of me.

Deacon: No, I'm done with the games!

Brooke: What the hell do you want from me?!

Deacon: You know damn well what I want. And you're gonna give it to me right now!

Bridget: Okay, here we go. Two lattes.

Amber: Mmm, this is great. It tastes just like insomnia, but it's decaf though, right?

Bridget: Of course, you're pregnant.

Amber: Hi! So how'd the meeting go?

Bridget: Hey, did Dad bust out another bottle of champagne?

Rick: It didn't exactly go down that way.

Amber: What do you mean?

Rick: Ridge made a fool out of me.

Bridget: No way.

Amber: What did he do?

Rick: He made it clear to me, and everyone else in the room, that I don't know a thing. And he did it with an attitude. I've never been so humiliated in all my life -- by my own brother.

Amber: I can't believe this. You two are the major stockholders.

Rick: Not until Mom transfers her shares. Until then, Ridge is in charge. And if I didn't know it then, I definitely know it now. He's trying to cut us out.

Ridge: I know they own 51% of the company, but Rick is so far out of his league. Thank you. He doesn't have a clue of the first thing about running a company.

Taylor: He could learn.

Ridge: What, you're saying I'm the one who should teach him?

Taylor: He is part of the family.

Ridge: Okay, yes, he's family, and family is wonderful. But Forrester Creations is a business, and it needs to be run like a business by someone with experience. That's me, doc, not Rick. Only me.

Taylor: Who said anything about Rick running the business? Ridge, are you threatened by him?

Yves: Massimo, Rick Forrester is a boy playing at a man's game.

Massimo: But the boy will grow up.

Yves: He was beaten badly at the board meeting.

Massimo: Overkill, just like his father was at his age. He has to be tempered. Anyway, anything else go on at that meeting I should be aware of?

Yves: Ridge's wife was given a seat on the board.

Massimo: Oh, I'm sure that enraged Rick even more.

Yves: A clever move, though, stacking the board with his own family.

Massimo: Unfortunately, not good enough.

Yves: Oh, because of the division of ownership?

Massimo: All the Forresters on the planet are not gonna give Ridge the edge he needs.

Yves: Well, he did not make an ally of Rick today.

Massimo: He shouldn't try. Rick has the upper hand. You don't form alliances out of weakness. No. As long as Ridge is not a majority owner of Forrester Creations, he's a paper tiger. And I've got to make sure that he sees that.

Deacon: Brooke, I came here for answers, all right? You're hiding something, it's obvious.

Brooke: And if I am -- if I am -- that is my choice, and you have to respect it.

Deacon: No. No, I'm not gonna respect it. No dice, not when it involves me.

Brooke: What is it with you? What do you want?

Deacon: How about the truth, Brooke? What is it? Please tell me. What are you hiding from me?

Amber: Ridge can't cut us out. Well, what are we gonna do?

Rick: We're gonna fight.

Bridget: Fight who? Our own family?

Rick: We have to stop thinking of them as our family.

Bridget: Hold on, Rick, wait a minute.

Amber: No, no, no. Bridget, Rick is right. If Ridge wants to treat us this way, then why should we treat him like a brother?

Bridget: He isn't your brother, he's mine. And I don't like this.

Rick: I don't like this either, budge. But if you could have been in that boardroom, Ridge was so condescending. He doesn't care what we think.

Bridget: Well, he'll care what Mom thinks.

Rick: No. That's why he's making his move now, while Mom's away.

Bridget: You think he's taking advantage of her when she's so messed up like this?

Rick: Exactly. Ridge doesn't care about Mom. He's been stringing her along so he could get control of the company. We've got a struggle ahead of us, and we damn well better rise to the occasion.

Deacon: Brooke -- Brooke, what is it? Please, will you just tell me? Talk to me.

Brooke: Why did you come here, Deacon? It's not because you're concerned about me. I'm all messed up, and you're feeling responsible. Well, stop it. This isn't about you.

Deacon: What's with all this hostility?

Brooke: I'm hostile because you slept with me. Do you really think I would have done that if I knew how you felt about Bridget? Go on. Go home and forget about me. Go home to your wife. I said go! Get the hell out of here!

Taylor: That is something you are going to have to think about.

Ridge: Doc, I am not threatened by Rick.

Taylor: Then why not just let him be part of the mix?

Ridge: Because he needs to be in school.

Taylor: And he's studying for a degree in business. One day he'll graduate. Then what are you going to do?

Ridge: I'll deal with it.

Taylor: He's not the enemy, sweetheart. He is your brother. I've got to go. All right, I'll see you later.

Ridge: All right.

Massimo: Hello, Ridge.

Massimo: Well, how are things at Forrester?

Ridge: You think there's a chance in hell I'm gonna talk business with you?

Massimo: Of course not.

Ridge: What is it with you, Marone? What makes you think you're gonna win my support, huh?

Massimo: Your support?

Ridge: Yeah, the friendly chit-chat, the big concern. It's not going to happen. Get over it.

Massimo: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Ridge: This not-so-subtle infatuation you have with my mother. You want to soften me up about it. Well, it's not gonna happen.

Massimo: That's not what I want, Ridge.

Ridge: But you do want something, don't you?

Massimo: You mean, like your brother, Rick?

Ridge: What about Rick?

Massimo: Well, I mean, obviously he wants something. But I'm aware that you already know that.

Ridge: My mother tell you all this?

Massimo: I haven't spoken to your mother. But I know what it's like when family starts to interfere in your business.

Ridge: You do, huh?

Massimo: Oh, yes. It presents a certain set of consequences. Like a brother who tries to insinuate himself --

Ridge: You've had experience with this type of thing, huh?

Massimo: Ridge, look -- you have to be tough. And sometimes, even that is not enough.

Ridge: I wouldn't know anything about that.

Massimo: Well, see, it's like -- for years, you strive to succeed, and then, one day, opportunity knocks. And you grab it. You take the reins and you know that you're going to succeed. I mean, there's no doubt in your mind that you will and yet there's this nagging problem. I mean, you don't want to think about it. You don't even think that it can stop you, but you know that potentially, it could. And it will. Ridge, know this, and know it well. Power depends on control. And you can't control anything unless you own it.

Ridge: Who the hell are you to give me advice?

Massimo: But there are ways of dealing with this kind of thing.

Bridget: I just can't believe Ridge could be this conniving.

Rick: I couldn't, either -- until I sat in that room while he made me look like an idiot. It was like he enjoyed it, making me squirm in front of Dad and Thorne and Taylor.

Amber: And Taylor? What's she doing at a board meeting?

Rick: Ridge gave her a seat.

Bridget: Whoa, whoa, whoa, he gave Taylor a seat on the board, but he wouldn't give you one?

Rick: Ridge doesn't want me to be on the board. He knows how I feel about what he's doing. So instead, he makes me look like an idiot. Well, the rules of the game have just changed. I may not have as much experience as Ridge, but I can be just as cutthroat. Big brother's going to learn a lesson. You don't screw your family.

Deacon: No. No, I can't leave, Brooke, not until we clear this up.

Brooke: There's nothing to clear up.

Deacon: Maybe not for you, but there is for me. You still haven't given me an answer.

Brooke: An answer to what?

Deacon: What the hell you're doing up here.

Brooke: Well, I'm resting.

Deacon: No. No, you're not resting. You're -- you're recovering. But from what?

Brooke: All right. I'll tell you what I'm recovering from, and then you're gonna turn around and leave. You got it?

Deacon: Yeah, I got it.

Brooke: I'm recovering from a life that I've wasted. Running after a man who really didn't give a damn. On a marriage that never had a chance because I was never in love with my husband. I was in love with his brother. And then, of course, my ultimate tragedy -- the biggest mistake of my life -- betraying my daughter by sleeping with you. That is what I am doing up here, and that is why I'm going out of my mind. And if you think that's bad, it gets even worse. But I'm not gonna talk about that right now. All I want to say is good-bye. And have a safe trip back to L.A. And please, please take care of my daughter.

Ridge: All right, Marone. You got something to say, just say it.

Massimo: I can help you.

Ridge: You? Why would I want your help?

Massimo: Because of my experience. Ridge, you have talent. You've got abilities you haven't even tapped into.

Ridge: What is this? You don't even know me.

Massimo: Yes, I do, much more than you realize. How do I put this? If you would let me guide you, show you the ropes, you could open your own business, one that you could control, have complete control of.

Ridge: You must really think I'm an idiot. Using me to get to my mother? That's pathetic.

Massimo: I told you this has nothing to do with your mother.

Ridge: Just give it up, will you? She's not leaving Dad. My father is the only man she'll ever love.

Massimo: Yes. I'm sure you're right.

Ridge: You know, the more I'm around you, the more you disgust me. Everything I find abhorrent in a person, you seem to personify. You really ought to stay away from me.

Deacon: Brooke, I don't know what I can say or what I can do to convince you, but you've not betrayed your daughter.

Brooke: That's easy for you to say.

Deacon: It's easy for me to say because I live with her. I'm married to her. I see how happy she is.

Brooke: And what about you?

Deacon: What about me?

Brooke: Are you happy?

Deacon: Hey, you know, I'm damn lucky to have a girl like your daughter in my life.

Brooke: You didn't answer my question.

Deacon: I made the right choice. I don't regret it, not for a minute.

Brooke: If you're not happy, Deacon, she'll know.

Deacon: You think I'm not happy?

Brooke: You drove all the way up here to assuage a guilty conscience. I mean, to me, that doesn't sound like a happy man.

Deacon: You think I came up here because I have a guilty conscience? Brooke -- what, I came up here so that I could feel better?

Brooke: I don't know. Why else would you come up here?

Deacon: What am I gonna have to do to get through to you? I came up here because I care about you. Because I give a damn, and I'm watching you fall apart in front of my eyes and it's scaring the hell out of me.

Brooke: Well, don't worry about it. I certainly don't need your pity. My God, even the thought of it --

Deacon: Wait, whoa, whoa -- pity? Brooke, who said anything about pity?

Brooke: Oh, that's right. It's genuine concern. The milk of human kindness. Well, I don't need that from you, either.

Deacon: Well, what do you need? 'Cause all I want to do is help you.

Brooke: You want to help? Well, then, pretend that we're strangers. Pretend that we never met each other, because that's what I'm trying to do!

Deacon: What the hell did I to you? We had an affair, okay? One that we have to forget.

Brooke: Can you? Can you forget about it? Can you really? Oh, wait, yeah, that's a stupid question. You forgot about it the minute you walked out that door.

Deacon: Is that what you think? Is that really how you feel? God, I swore I was never gonna say this. The time that you and I spent together -- Brooke, that was special to me. You touched me. You affected me. And I think about it. I can't stop thinking about it -- every night. If that's what this is about -- if that's what's bothering you --

Brooke: It is. It is, 'cause I think about it every night, too.

Deacon: I thought you hated me. You just -- you just kept saying it over and over again.

Brooke: I don't hate you.

Deacon: Then I think it's time I come clean with you.

Brooke: Deacon, don't.

Deacon: Yeah. I think it's time you know the truth.

Brooke: No, I think it's time that you leave.

Deacon: Leave? Brooke, do you think I like this? What is wrong with you? I can see what a difficult situation this is. This is torture for me. See, that's -- that's why you've been pushing me away. Well, how the hell long do you think that we can keep this up?

Brooke: Will you please stop talking like this?

Deacon: Brooke, I've never felt anything like this in my entire life. I can't even explain it. It's like it's --it's like some kind of drug. And the more I try and forget about it -- as much as I love your daughter, and I do love your daughter, baby, I can't help but feel like I'm somehow addicted to you. I -- I can't -- look at you. I can't -- I can't even see a picture of you without feeling this -- this rush just come charging through my body. God help me, but the only way that I can -- I can even begin to define this is to tell you that it's -- it's love.

Brooke: No.

Deacon: Brooke, I love you. You hear me? Baby, I love you. 

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