The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Monday 12/30/02

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Brooke: Eric! I've been looking all over for you. Deacon hasn't checked out yet.

Eric: I know. I know.

Brooke: Every time I hear a knock at the door or the phone rings, I think it's him. And he's going to tell Ridge. And everything's going to blow up in my face.

Eric: Don't worry. I'm not gonna let that happen -- not to Bridget. In about three hours, Mr. Sharpe's gonna be 30,000 feet over Paris hassling some flight attendant. Don't worry.

Brooke: Well, what -- what are you going to do?

Brooke: I'm back.

Ridge: Hey, Mom, look who's up from her nap.

Brooke: Hi. Sorry I took so long. I was trying to mix some formula for Hope. Here, I'll take her.

Ridge: No, you don't. I've got her. I'm not giving her up. What is it with you Logan girls? A few minutes in my arms, and I'm hooked.

Brooke: I thought you were busy getting ready for the show.

Ridge: Well, we're ahead of schedule.

Brooke: Oh. 15 minutes ago, you were running around like a crazy person.

Ridge: Well, I had a little help from Thomas. Right, sport?

Thomas: Mm-hmm.

Ridge: Logan? Problem?

Brooke: No. No, I was just wondering how Eric's doing.

Ridge: Well, I think he's done enough fashion shows to have it totally under control.

Brooke: I hope so.

Clarke: Coffee and a gorgeous morning. Grazie. Grazie. Ah, this is it, Sally. This is the big day. In just a few short hours, Spectra Fashions will be crowned winner of the Portofino challenge.

Sally: Yeah.

Clarke: "Yeah"? That's all you have to say? Just "yeah"?

Sally: Oh, I'm sorry, Clarke. I'm excited. Of course I am. It's just that, by tonight, all of this will be finished, and tomorrow we go home.

Clarke: And it will be a very heavy trophy that we'll be carrying.

Sally: I don't care much about trophies.

Clarke: You don't care much about trophies? Is it Macy? Are you thinking about her?

Sally: Of course. I just hate the thought of leaving her.

Clarke: Leaving her?

Sally: Oh. You know what I mean. I mean, it's just this place. I feel she's so close to me here. I feel she's with me all the time. Her spirit, you know?

Clarke: Yeah. She's always above us. She's always with us. We know that. In fact, I bet she's looking down right now, and she's rooting for us to kick some Forrester butt today. So, let's make her proud, okay?

Sally: I'll try.

Clarke: Sofia's arrived. She's down with Ridge now. She's trying on the showstopper for the finale. So everything is coming together. So, let's see some enthusiasm, okay? A little excitement. And where is that killer instinct? Stephanie's got it.

Sally: Stephanie? What do you mean?

Clarke: Well, she's over on the pier right now. She's working the reporters. Yeah, I bet she's scoring some major points right now.

Sally: Well, I'll bet she's ready to send some distinctive darts in our direction, too, no doubt.

Clarke: She's a hell of a competitor.

Sally: Yeah, she is certainly that. She is also a hell of an opportunist. Look at her over there. Talk about seizing the day. I'd like to seize her. I'd like to seize her and pull her right off that high horse, knock her right on her posterior. How dare she try and take over in the publicity department here? Come on, that's our department! I'm telling you, if she thinks she can compete with us there, she's in for the fight of her life.

Stephanie: Well, I can promise you one thing. At the end of the day, the last one standing will be Forrester.

Reporter: Is your husband doing anything special to prepare?

Stephanie: No. Nothing out of the ordinary. But, on the other hand, everything he does is extraordinary. [Knock at door]

Deacon: Come in.

Eric: What? Are you expecting someone else?

Deacon: I guess I should have figured it was only a matter of time before Brooke came running to you, Eric. Hey, stick around. We'll have a drink. God knows I can use one.

Eric: You know, I'm not gonna be here that long. And neither are you. You start packing.

Deacon: Where are we going? Venice? Tuscany? You know, I hear Capri is absolutely beautiful this time of year.

Eric: Here you go. One passenger, one way, New York city. After that, you can go to hell, as far as I'm concerned.

Deacon: Let me ask you a question. I'm just curious. What exactly did Brooke say to you, huh? What? Did tell you --

Eric: Look, Brooke told me the whole story. She told me the whole sordid story.

Deacon: Ah, I'm gonna bet she didn't tell you everything, huh? Hey, let me ask you a question. Who do you think Hope looks more like, me or Brooke?

Eric: Now you shut up, Deacon. I don't want to hear Hope's name out of your mouth.

Deacon: You know, I'm gonna bet you didn't get this upset with Brooke, did you? No, I bet she -- I bet she turned on the waterworks, and she poured out her heart to you, and she told you about that uncontrollable force that just compelled her to jump into bed with her daughter's husband! Yeah, that's what I thought.

Eric: What are you doing here, Deacon? You're not stupid enough to believe that Brooke still cares about you.

Deacon: Oh, gee, I don't know about that, Eric. You know, I've learned a couple of things in all my years. And one of them is that -- well, "no" doesn't always mean no, especially when it comes to Brooke.

Eric: She doesn't want you. Do you understand me? Do you get it? She doesn't want you!

Brooke: She's finished.

Ridge: Well, I say that's a new world record. What do you think, Thomas? 60.5 seconds, huh?

Thomas: Whatever. [Phone rings]

Ridge: Man, you're pretty nervous today. Is that because you know you're going down in a little while, Logan? Hmm? Pronto. Hey, Thorne. What's up? Yeah, tell me. What did they say?

Brooke: You were hungry, weren't ya? There's no more in there. No more in there. Hey, Thomas -- do you want to help put Hope into her playpen?

Thomas: I'm busy.

Phoebe: Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the Forrester models!

Steffy: Wearing the latest Forrester Creations! [Brooke laughs]

Ridge: Holy dress-up. Thorne, I gotta call you back. Okay. Stephanie, Phoebe, what are you two doing?

Phoebe: Playing fashion show.

Steffy: Wait till you see what we're wearing next.

Ridge: Next? Next? I don't think so. I don't think there's going to be a next. You guys are under arrest for wearing clothes that aren't yours.

Brooke: And I'm afraid the punishment is a tickle beating. Tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle there. Get her tummy. Get her little tummy right there. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle.

Ridge: It's your punishment. You've got to take it.

Brooke: Tickle, tickle your tummy, too.

Ridge: You little dress-up mongers.

Brooke: -- Right there. Gotta get those cute little tummies.

Ridge: -- $100,000 in jewelry right there.

Sally: Get a load of her royal priggishness over there, charming the heck out of the gentlemen of the press. Little do they know that underneath that glacial smile lurks the heart a wolf. Oh, the stories I could tell about her. [Sally remembering]

Stephanie: I'm on my way to a wedding, darling. My own. Toodle-oo.

Sally: I don't think so, honey. Not yet. No, no. Not yet.

Stephanie: Really? And what's gonna stop me?

Sally: I am.

Stephanie: Oh, really!

Sally: Come with me. Here we go.

Stephanie: Yeah. Why?

Sally: Because I did not come all this way to lose the game to you that easily.

Stephanie: Oh, let me help you on your journey. [Sally screams] Bon voyage, tootsie.

Clarke: Sally. Your wheels are turning. What's going beneath that hair of yours?

Sally: What do you think the water temperature is around here this time of the year? Pretty chilly, I would imagine.

Clarke: What are you talking about?

Sally: Payback. I was thinking about payback time.

Ridge: Okay, let's get this stuff off of you here.

Phoebe: Did you really think I was good?

Ridge: Are you kidding? You've got "supermodel" written all over you. [Knock on door] I wonder who that could be?

Brooke: Oh, I'll get it.

Thomas: It's our hotel room.

Messenger: Delivery for Brooke Logan. They told me she'd be here.

Thomas: When isn't she?

Brooke: Great. The programs for the show. Thank you so much. Oh, I can't wait to see them!

Ridge: Come on. Open 'em up. Let's see.

Brooke: No, no. These are for my eyes only. You don't get to see them. I've got to go take a look. Excuse me.

Ridge: What're you up to, Logan? What are you up to? I need some privacy. Out, out, out -- and no peeking! Do you hear me? No peeking!

Ridge: Come on, girls -- let's finish taking this stuff off. Do you have anything off?

Phoebe: Yep.

Ridge: What are you -- [Giggling]

Ridge: You got everything off there? [Giggling]

Deacon: You actually think that you're doing Brooke a big favor by getting rid of me, don't you?

Eric: There's a car waiting for you down front to take you to the airport.

Deacon: And then at, Eric? What? Brooke is free to be with Ridge? No more worries about me spilling the big secret?

Eric: This isn't a joke, Deacon! It's not a joke! Do you have any idea what it would do to those two if you open your mouth? What it would do to Bridget?

Deacon: She's strong. She'll get through it.

Eric: Why should she have to? And what about your own daughter? What about her? You've already taken Bridget's innocence from her. Are you going to do the same thing to your own daughter?

Deacon: You tell me, what the hell is the alternative?! Let Ridge raise my daughter as his stepdaughter? You Forresters already got my other kid!

Eric: You know nothing about Ridge.

Deacon: No, I know this -- I know he doesn't deserve her! Eric, how many times has he just thrown Brooke aside for some woman that he thought had more class? She's too good for him!

Eric: Well, that's not up to you to decide.

Deacon: Oh, the hell it isn't! I love her! Look, man, I don't care what anyone thinks! What we had was real -- and I'll be damned if I'm just gonna stand by and watch Ridge play her again! You think that I'm here to hurt her?! I'm here to save her! Have you ever just held somebody in your arms and known it was right? You know, just knowing that that's the reason that you were put on this earth? Why is it wrong for me to be with Brooke? How the hell do you expect me just to leave here without trying?

Brooke: I told you no peeking, Ridge.

Thomas: It's me.

Brooke: Thomas --

Thomas: Did you write this?

Clarke: Sally, you've got that look in your eye.

Sally: I was just thinking what a perfect this is to even the score with queen Stephanie.

Clarke: Which score? Which game?

Sally: Two words -- lake Como.

Clarke: Oh, you mean when you took that unscheduled swim after falling into the drink?

Sally: I was pushed! And I think it's time I evened the score.

Clarke: Oh, no.

Sally: Why not? It'll make quite a "splash" in the headlines!

Clarke: Oh, Sally, Sally -- before you do anything, think about it.

Stephanie: Grazie. Oh, and if you need any more information, please remember that the phone number is in the press Kit.

Reporter: Grazie, signora.

Stephanie: Ciao.

Sally: Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Just a minute, boys. I think you may want to stick around. Because I have something interesting to tell you about. The great and mighty Forrester Creations is about to take the plunge in a whole new direction.

Brooke: Come on over here, Thomas. Have a seat. I got to thinking about this fashion show and how fun and exciting it's going to be. But still, there's something missing.

Thomas: My mom?

Brooke: Yeah. Since she couldn't be with us physically, I thought maybe there could be another way.

Thomas: Did you mean it? What you said about her? Like this stuff? "Taylor would have loved the Portofino challenge. She was up for any kind of challenge. She could lead a patient from darkness into light, hold the hand of a friend through good times and bad, give her heart fully to her husband and children and still have a smile left over for a stranger. Taylor was a true champion. And , too, are winners for having known her."

Brooke: Yes. Yes, I meant every word of that. And that's exactly what I wanted to say about your mother at the funeral, but I never got a chance.

Stephanie: I don't want to be rude, but I can't stand here all day trying to figure out what's on your mind. Just tell me.

Sally: Oh, it's just a simple matter, an affair of honor, a debt.

Stephanie: Are you saying I owe you money?

Sally: Yeah, you owe me a little money. But that isn't the real issue here. The real issue is something that I think might send you right down to the depths of despair.

Stephanie: Are you ever going to give it over?

Sally: No, Stephanie, I'm not. And I want you to remember -- this is not Como, this is Portofino! I can't believe you did this to me again. Stephanie -- oh! [Stephanie chuckling]

Sally: I'm gonna get you. You're gonna pay for this one! I'll tell you that.

Stephanie: It never fails. Sally, you're never gonna win.

Sally: Where do you think you're going?

Photographer: Say cheese, signora Spectra.

Sally: Come back here! Don't you walk out on me, Stephanie. Don't you dare walk away from me. Oh!

Eric: Wow, Deacon -- I had no idea you felt that deeply about Brooke.

Deacon: Well, she's a difficult woman to forget.

Eric: You think I don't know that?

Deacon: No, I know you know that.

Eric: The one thing I've learned about loving Brooke and losing her is that if she wants you, it has to be on her own terms. And if she doesn't want you --

Deacon: It's just I know I know I could be good for Hope.

Eric: Then prove it. Prove it to Brooke. Be the kind of man you know you can. Be the kind of man that will embrace her and protect her and cherish her. Don't be the kind of man that's gonna turn her world upside- down. She's afraid of you, Deacon. She's afraid of you. Now how can you hope to win her back when she feels that way? The best thing you can do for Brooke is to give her some space, give it some time. And if doesn't work between her and Ridge, if you're right about that, then you'll have your opportunity.

Deacon: You don't think I've got a chance, do you?

Eric: It doesn't matter what I think. It's the only smart thing you can do. Come on. I'll walk you downstairs.

Brooke: Deacon?

Ridge: What the hell are you doing here?

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