From: jgacker@neptune.gsfc.nasa.gov (James G. Acker)
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Subject: B&B: Monday's hard-fought update
Date: 17 Nov 92 22:13:37 GMT
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     I sure hope you all get to read this someday.  Anyways,
my thanks to Ruth Isabella McKay for her able performance in
my absence.  Sorry you won't be around in March, Ruth.  My
current dates of absence next year for those of you marking
your calendars are March 19-27 and April 12-16.  And since
I'll be wedded at that time, I may miss an episode now and
then :-]!
     I am sorry I missed the towels and those clad therein.
     Re:  The demise of Colleen Dion -- is Felicia gone (and
all of the Zach-Sly-RHONDA-Bikini Bar crowd?  After the
buildup surrounding Jack is Zach's father, and hence the
scum that Stephanie abhors, Zach and Felicia evaporate???
Now I know I should be writing this show! -- TPTB are
idiots.  Bradley, you can quote me.  Maybe they're
recasting?  We'll see.

     Resuming where we left off,
     Monday on "The Bold and the Beautiful"

     ERIC'S GOT AN "OPEN-DOOR" POLICY

     Whilst Sheila shows MommaMolly the digs, and Molly is
impressed, (including the balcony view of L.A. ozone), a
decidedly rumpled Stephanie appears behind them and inquires
as to their presence.  Sheila displays her key.  Molly is
concerned that it appears a) this woman spent the night,
which Stephanie confirms, b) that Stephanie appears to
belong in the condo, and c) that Sheila might just be lying
her pretty little arse off again.  Molly is very
uncomfortable, and requests that they vacate the premises
immediately.  Sheila is slightly concerned that Stephanie
may have collected a few party favors last night, but Steph
relieves her anxiety attack by stating that she stayed in
the guest room after a hard day's night.  Sheila finally
makes introductions, saying that Molly came to meet Eric.
Molly yanks Sheila toward the door, and zay go.  Stephanie
looks amused.

     THE BUSINESS PLAN FOR THE GET-TOUGH 90's

     Bill Spencer visits Sally in the office.  He wants to
talk about the long-range plan.  Sally suggests they
conference with Macy and Karen, but he says this is a
private talk.  They pull down the "Get Smart" confidential
bubble.
     Spence has been going over the last decade's worth of
annual reports.  You've always shown a little profit, but
every now and then you had a big quarter.  Why is that?
Like the second quarter of '81?  Got a big tip that
leggings, a la "Flashdance" were gonna be hot.  We got 'em
out first.  O.K., how about third quarter '85?  We previewed
the Madonna "Like a Virgin" video and realized that lingerie
on parade was going to be big.  Perspicacious business work,
I think not, Sally.  More like an insider?  Sally says those
were the days and those days are gone forever.  Not if you
want your company back, all of it, Spence says.  Explain,
Sally demands.
     If you bring Spectra out of the doldrums and into the
limelight, and make my waitress-turned-mogul daughter Karen
into a shining star in the cut-rate fashion world, I'll be
so grateful I'll give you back Spectra for pennies on the
dollar, Spencer states.  That's the deal -- a little insider
info, a couple of hot tips, beat the competition to the
runway, and you'll get your company back.  Think about it.

     I'M THINKING

     Sally wonders at the window if she's got the gumption
and guts to go for it.  Back to the old ways?  Can I do it?
she murmurs as Darla enters and overhears.  Do what, boss
lady?  Darla asks.  I was contemplating a new business plan.
Do you remember the old days, Darla.  The joint was really
jumping, we had lots of excitement, we were always running
but we kept our nose out in front.  Yeah, Darla says, and
there were accusations, lawsuits, heavy breathing on the
phone, and deals with the devil.  It was kind of exciting, I
guess.  You aren't thinking of doing it again?  The thought
had crossed my mind, Sally says, but it won't work.  Our
network of informants is no longer on the job.  We always
had the right man in the right place!  You need someone who
knows a lot about fashion to do that again, Darla notes.
Maybe we don't need the right MAN, Sally inspires, looking
at Darla.  Maybe we need you!  Darla is unsure.


     UP TO YOUR OLD TRICKS, OR TURNING SOME NEW ONES?
or
     AFTER I UNLOAD THIS, YOU'LL GET DUMPED
or
     GUESS WHO'S FOAMING AT DINNER

     Back in the hotel room or the apartment, Molly accuses
Sheila of deceit, out-and-out lying, breaking and entering,
and poor choice of hosiery.  I always buy "No Nonsense",
Mom!  That's what I want, no nonsense!  Molly rants, like
sneaking into some rich guy's apartment, claiming to have a
real-ationship with him, and rousting his sleeping wife out
of bed!  Ex-wife, Sheila corrects, none too gently.  She
looked pretty dowdy, er, married to me!  Molly asserts.  I'm
not lying, Sheila says, and to show you, I'll just dial Eric
up now and find out where and when for dinner.
     At the office, Eric is sketching when Stephanie shows
up.  Eric is surprised to see her -- he expected her to try
out Brooke's old bubble-bath.  I don't think I'd like that
fragrance on my skin, Stephanie says, but I was surprised by
visitors.  Who, my ex-wifey?  Sheila and her mother, Steph
tells him.  Now that's a surprise -- when last I heard,
Sheila's mom was buying a ticket for the St. Peter express.
She must have gotten better.  Guess so, Stephanie says -- I
think you're going to meet her at dinner.

     Sheila calls Eric, and suggests the private dining room
at the club, in order to impress Mommy more.  Eric demurs
and suggests the Cafe Russe.  That'd be fine and dandy,
Sheila says.  See you then, sweetbuns.  Kissy kissy!  After
she hangs up, Molly apologizes for ever doubting her.  Good
start, Mom, now keep believing so you can get Lauren to
accept me and forgive me.  I still think I'm the wrong
person for the job, Molly says, but...  she has a
brainflash... you know who could do it?  Your friend, Sarah
Jane Kirk!  She convinced me you were redeemable (for cash).
Let's call Sarah Jane and get her to talk to Lauren.  Sheila
is not happy with this idea, but Molly insists.  Do you have
her number?  Umm, I don't have it anymore.  I just don't
know where Sarah Jane is these days, Mom!  A few people live
in Britain, you know.  Well, we can find her, Molly says
excitedly.  Why don't we just forget about Sarah Jane and
concentrate on what you can do?  Sheila suggests.
     Sheila is too nervous, and Molly can sense it (the
sweat pouring down Sheila's face and the nervous twitch of
her eyelid tip her off).  Sheila turns away so Molly won't
see her.  (Never Sarah Jane remembered a lot of wonderful
things you told her, Molly says, things I'd forgotten.  She
knew me better than I knew myself, even seemed to know you
better than... wait a minute, hmmmm...  Molly's olfactory
sense picks up a nearby rodent, as Sheila turns to face her.
I get it now!  Molly says.  You were Sarah Jane, and you
deceived me again!  Well that's the last straw.  Tonight at
dinner I'm going to tell Eric what you are and everything
you've done!  Sheila is unpleased.
     
     Dissolve to Eric half-screen, saying dreamily (I think
to Stephanie), "Tonight I'll find out a lot more about the
woman I love."

     Tune in tomorrow, when we see Sheila taking a crash-
course in ventriloquism.

     Jim "still slugging it out" Acker
     jgacker@neptune.gsfc.nasa.gov