The Bold and The Beautiful Transcript Wednesday 2/1/12

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Ridge: Rick, close the door.

Rick: The, uh, sales breakdown's in?

Ridge: Not yet.

Brooke: (Clears throat)

Eric: Well, let's keep our expectations realistic, shall we? We did not put out a new line. What we put out was a motley assortment of prototypes to replace the designs that were stolen from us.

Ridge: Well, we now know who the thief is.

Eric: Have they made an arrest?

Stephanie: No, we're not going to file charges.

Rick: Says who?

Eric: Why not?

Stephanie: We can't bring charges against Nick and Jackie without bringing charges against Pam. She stole the designs.

Hope: (Chuckles) (Sighs)

Katie: Hey.

Hope: Hey.

Katie: You busy?

Hope: Uh, I was supposed to be. Um, they want to do a reboot of Hope for the Future, so I'm just sifting through the stuff, trying to find what's salvageable.

Katie: I see.

Hope: It's like looking at old school photos, you know? It--it--so cute...

Katie: (Chuckles)

Hope: So unprepared for what life was gonna throw at me.

Katie: Yeah, that makes two of us.

Liam: (Sighs)

(Door opens)

Bill: Hi, Son. So this is how you deal with life's difficulties-- you just don't show up?

Liam: It's not even 9:30. I am barely late for work. And besides, I called Alison. I told her I wouldn't be in.

Bill: What's this? What, you're moving out? You can't just walk away from this place. You know, I did transfer title to you.

Liam: I am not quitting my job. I am not moving out. I'm just putting some things together for Steffy to pick up in the next couple of days-- mail, work from Forrester, things like that.

Bill: Why don't you simplify everything? Call your wife and ask her to come back.

Liam: My God. Is this the only way you know how to have a conversation with me? Making demands? Criticizing before you even know what's going on? I'm done with that relationship, Dad. So we're either gonna have a new one, or we're not gonna have one.

Eric: How could this happen? Why would-- why would Pam do this?

Stephanie: I've taken care of it, Eric. She's not going to be working here any longer.

Rick: How does that "Take care of it"?

Stephanie: Rick, she was unhappy with me. Can we just leave it?

Eric: Wait, how does "Unhappy" translate to corporate espionage?

Ridge: Long story short after Stephen Logan left her, she was vulnerable to the kind of male attention that Nick Marone was only too happy to provide, all that in exchange for our line.

Eric: Wait, she confessed to all this?

Brooke: Donna found out. She came to me. Pam confirmed it.

(E-mail alert chimes)

Ridge: That might be our order department's report on just how bad the damage will be.

Hope: Uh, you know, Mom's probably in her office.

Katie: Actually, I came to see you.

Hope: Yeah?

Katie: I don't know what you've said to Brooke or Ridge. I don't really know what to say to them.

Hope: (Sighs) Uh, about the big lie, you mean? Yeah, they--they don't know about it. Um, they think that Steffy’s "Blood clot" went away on its own. Look, Bill is Liam’s father. He could be my father-in-law. I just... I don't see what good any public humiliation will do... unless you think there's something we should do.

Bill: You know I don't respond well to threats.

Liam: What do you respond well to? How would you deal with you if you were me?

Bill: (Sighs) If I knew what to say to make this all right, I would say it.

Liam: I don't need you to say something you've never said before. I need you to be something you've never been before. You know, you-- you used to be larger than life to me, and well, you got smaller, and you can't bully me anymore. So why don't you try talking to me like you're my son?

Katie: I guess I'm just wondering where your head is. I mean, if anyone's been hurt by all this, it's you.

Hope: I'm trying not to take it too personally, I mean, Bill doesn't even really know me. It was just about his relationship with Liam.

Katie: And with Steffy.

Hope: I don't know. Maybe it was a selfless impulse. Maybe Bill really does think that Steffy’s more worthy. I--

Katie: It doesn't matter what he thinks. Liam thought that he was making his own decisions, but he was just like a rat in a maze. Do you know what he's gonna do?

Hope: No, but the last thing Liam needs from me is pressure. I believe that he and I are going to be together, but that's just-- it's because I can't picture my life any other way. What are you going to do?

Bill: I don't understand you. You're my flesh and blood. You're my son, and half the time, I don't understand you.

Liam: Okay. Okay, you don't understand me. That's one true thing you've said.

Bill: You're angry at me. You hate my guts. Just bottom-line it for me. I'm better that way.

Liam: Hey, you came to me. You on a fact-finding mission, or you got something to say?

Bill: Oh, come on, you know why I'm here. I want to know what you intend to do.

Liam: Why? So you can hire somebody to stop me?

Bill: You know what? (Exhales deeply) What do you want from me?

Liam: Less, Dad! Less of everything-- less manipulating, less lying, less bullying, less B.S., less acting like you are entitled to me-- because you're not-- less trying to "Make a man" out of me, because men are not made the way magazines are made. And in any case, it's too late for that. And--and do not-- do not come knocking on my door demanding to know what I want from you. What the-- what the hell is that? If you have something you want, if you have something you have to say to me, then let’s hear it. Otherwise, you can drive back to town in your shiny black car and come back when you find some humility.

Bill: I'm sorry.

Liam: You're not.

Bill: No, I'm not. I don't know what I'm doing. It's like I am in quicksand, and I don't know how to get out, and I don't like the feeling.

Brooke: (Speaking inaudibly)

Ridge: We've taken a hit, more in status than in revenue, strangely enough. Sales for the quarter were okay, but we can't afford any more mistakes. And we need to get very serious about protecting our work. Only our most trusted employees and clients get past reception.

(Door opens)

Amber: (Gasps) Oh, um Madison said she thought Rick might be in here. (Chuckles)

Brooke: (Sighs)

Ridge: This is exactly the sort of thing we cannot have.

Stephanie: Madison should never have let you in the room.

Amber: Well, you know, she just stepped away from her desk for a second, and I thought that--

Stephanie: Oh.

Ridge: I am not conducting this meeting while she's still in the room.

Eric: Ridge, you can't do an about-face on this now.

Brooke: Wait. (Chuckles) This is not what we expected.

Stephanie: Well, well, don't say anything about the sales figures while she's here.

Brooke: The designs that she drafted for Rick are selling quite well, it turns out.

Ridge: Preorders are not bad, which we already knew. The fact is, you're outselling me.

Brooke: (Gasps)

Eric: Congratulations, Son, both of you. Ridge, you've been under a lot of pressure.

Rick: I can do more.

Ridge: Drop Amber, and we'll talk about it.

Rick: No. No, that wouldn't be right we're a team.

Brooke: What if Amber were to work off-site?

Amber: You know, we don't have to be a team. I could be invisible.

Rick: Oh, come on. Do you guys really think that Amber's gonna start a life of crime with a--a brand-new baby at home she's trying to raise?

Stephanie: Yes. I don't like this, Ridge.

Ridge: I don't, either.

Rick: Huh. Well, I smell an executive decision coming on.

Katie: Lying drains the ease and comfort out of life. I mean, you can never relax. You never know what you're gonna find when you open that drawer or walk into that room or listen to that voice mail.

Hope: Have you talked to Bill?

Katie: A few missed calls on my cell phone and a text that says "Come home." (Chuckles) I don't even know what to say to that.

Hope: Do you think the marriage is over?

Katie: Well, at the risk of sounding like a complete idiot. (Chuckles) I'm sure there's something that Bill could do that would salvage things, but... to be honest, I don't know what that is. And I don't think he knows, either.

Liam: Look, something brought you here, some outcome that you're hoping for. So what is it?

Bill: I want you to realize that you and Steffy can still work through this.

Liam: No, no, no. No, stop, stop. Who I'm married to, who I sleep with, who I am in love with-- these cannot be items on your wish list. I'm sorry.

Bill: It's--it's wrong that your happiness is important to me?

Liam: What--what-- what does that even mean? Yeah, it's wrong if it means filling up my life with things that make you happy, like Steffy.

Bill: Tell me you don't have feelings for her.

Liam: Tell me you don’t. Try this on...

Bill: (Sighs)

Liam: I am not you. Now I know how you want to hear that. You want to hear it as a-an excuse or a complaint or a declaration of failure. It's not. It's a fact. I'm... not... you. Most of the things that inspire you, that make you happy, that excite you, they do nothing for me-- the way you dress, the way you walk, the stuff you buy, the things you think. But that's okay, because I want you to be happy. I want you to have the things that you want. Hell... (Chuckles) I want that for everybody. So why can't you want that for me? Because I'm not a son to you. I'm a construction project. You get to take your own bad life and rebuild it, only on a smaller and more manageable scale where you're totally in charge.

Bill: I got news for you-- my life doesn't suck. And neither does yours, "Mr. Minimum Wage intern" until you found me.

Liam: Look at you. You got a sister who barely even speaks to you, a wife who keeps on walking out on you because she can't deal with the things you do a son who used to think that you were a god and now can't stand the sight of you. But hey, no, that's-- you know, that's--that's cool. That's okay. You've got your yes-man Justin and a whole bunch of people who you pay or bribe to tell you what you want to hear. And this is the happy life that you want for me? No, no, thank you. It's all yours.

Bill: You can't stand the sight of me?

Liam: Well, so far, it's better than the sound of you. (Scoffs)

Bill: My father couldn't stand the sight of me, either, for the mere fact that I existed. Thankfully, that skipped a generation. I did resent it at one time that there was nobody to teach me how to be a man, that I had to figure that out for myself of course, it's hard to teach yourself something that you've never seen. So, yeah, it--it's possible that I have a completely screwed-up concept of what that is. To me, it's like the deepest, best part of me that I never knew is up and walking around with scruffy hair and a patchy little beard calling itself by your name. And I want to be close to it. I want to know it inside and out. I want to protect it and keep it safe because that's what you are to me, the most important man in the world, and the only good reason that I exist.

Liam: (Sighs) Oh. Wow. (Sighs) I can't be that for you, Dad. Get a dog. I can't handle that much of your messed-up attention. I mean, you-- you have awesome powers of focus, but until you exchange your priorities for an actual set of, I don't know, morals, ethics, then whatever is number one on your list is gonna be the number one target of your craziness. And like I said, no, thank you. So instead of-- instead of trying to find new ways of operating me by remote control, why don't you rummage around in the dark recesses of your head and see if you can't find your own operating manual? Because believe it or not, you are messing your own life even worse than you're messing up mine.

Liam: (Sighs)

Bill: I suppose I'm also asking you the wrong question. Do you think you can ever forgive me? Eventually?

Liam: I don't know. I don’t... (Sighs) I don't even know if it's a matter of that, because now that the curtains have been drawn and I can see the machinery that you've put in place, I can begin undoing the damage, you know? And I-- I trust myself to do that w-with a minimum of additional misery to all those involved, but I can't see you the same way again. I mean, do-- do children ever really just brush off the lies that their parents tell them? Even the innocent ones? You were my hero. Do you know that? My hero. I wanted to be just like you, except... (Chuckles) Except with better manners. But you're not a genius, and you're not a giant. You're a rich man with a very tiny idea of what life is about. You're generous... when it benefits you. But when you tell somebody you love them, if they knew, if they really knew what that meant, they would take off running. So even if I can forgive all of these things, Dad, I can't not know them.

Ridge: You and I need to have an understanding.

Rick: I think we understand each other just fine. We always have.

Ridge: You work for me, Rick. Let's start with that.

Rick: You said, "Let the sales speak for themselves." Now they have.

Ridge: I'll stand by that. You've done well, maybe even been lucky. Time will tell. I'll even let you rely on Amber for drafting if you're really that desperate or that inept at doing it yourself. But the attitude, Rick, I'm not gonna tolerate it.

Rick: Attitude? How much deference does that ego of yours need? The attitude is because my father founded this company, and I have just as much right to be here as you do, as much right to occupy this office, in fact-- even more, if you, uh, want to get technical about it.

Ridge: Because you're a Forrester by blood, and I'm a--

Rick: You, Ridge, are C.E.O... for now.

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