From: jgacker@news.gsfc.nasa.gov (James G. Acker)
Subject: B&B: repeat of update
Organization: Goddard Space Flight Center
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1992 21:53:18 GMT


You may get to see this twice:  if so, read the note
at the bottom of the other one.


     One of the more enjoyable B&B episodes I've seen in a
long time, fans!  Action was condensed to two fronts --
humor was solid and the tension hit a real high point.
Unfortunately, the only detracting factor that Kimberlin
Brown, despite her many acting pluses, just cannot cry on
cue.
     I still wonder what they're gonna do with Zach and Sly
if Felicia is off to Nowheresville, U.S.A.  Hmmm.

     Wednesday on "The Bold and the Beautiful"

     INSIDE SPECTRA

     Sally's doing calculations on the calculator and
conniving.  Saul enters and asks what's up?  Sally looks
chipper.  Well, we've got a business plan to put Spectra
back on the Fortune 500 list again.  Have you heard from
Miss Sass and Sunshine (a.d. for actual dialogue)?  Karen
Spencer has the right attitude, we need more people like
her!  Sally says.  Wow, someone must have perfumed your
pillow, you're even talking nice about "the Karen" (a.d.)!
Time for a meeting!

     In the office, Karen is also kalculating.  In walks
Macy.  Gotten the call yet?  she asks.  No.  Have you?
Neither me, but Thorne's still got a couple of hours.  Macy
inquires as to whether Karen has packed her bags.  You don't
trust me?  Karen asks.  Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-
chin, based on previous experience, Macy replies.  But we're
still agreed -- if Thorne doesn't come to a decision, we
both move out.  Macy confidently states that Karen will be
the only one moving out (I don't like it when they write
Macy this way).  Karen says don't be so sure.  Macy tells
her at least we're acting like adults to finish this
ridiculous situation.  They make sure that "their word" is
given on the agreement, and shake on it.  Macy stands back a
bit.
     
     Enter Saul 'n Sally, the new deli owners.  Wrong!
Sally asks if the meeting started without them, and Macy
tells her she was just chatting with Karen.  O.K. let's go,
Sally says.  They sit around the table, but Darla's not
there to take notes, and Sally is put out.  Macy offers to
take notes, but Sally says Darla's the sexcy, wait for her.
They wait and wait and wait.  Karen says "We've got to get
going," and finally Darla enters.  Where were you?  Sally
demands.  Down with the guys on the loading dock.  Doing
what?  Cheerleading?  They try to start the meeting, but
Darla has no paper or pencil, which Karen provides.  Karen
discusses Jack's business projections for slow profit
growth.  Darla can't keep up, and asks Karen to slow down.
Karen slowly says that "slow-growth" is better than "no-
growth".  The phone rings.  Both Karen and Macy think it's
The CALL, but it's for Darla.  She says "You're kidding!"
and "Congratulations!" and Sally asks her to terminate.  She
says she'll call back.  It was a friend who just got engaged
(my call finally got through!).  Sally asks if she had to
interrupt the meeting, and Darla says that her friend didn't
know there was a meeting.   They start again, but Darla soon
interrupts, searching her purse.  WHAT NOW?  Sally explodes.
I need a nail file, Darla explains, I broke a nail (a.d.).
THAT is it!  Sally says.  You're a lousy excuse for a
secretary and have been ever since I hired you because I
felt sorry for you.  Saul and Macy try to get them to chill,
but no go.  That's gratitude, Darla says, you'd be broke
because of me!  I found your investor!  Just proves that a
dumb dingbat with a wiggle and a tight blouse can get ahead
in business! (approximate a.d.)  Darla says I don't have to
take this and Sally says fine, get out, and clear your desk
out pronto!  Sally follows Darla out.

     Downstairs in Sally's office, Darla is ticked, and asks
Sally if she's got any more names to call her?  Their mock-
anger slowly dissolves into laughter, and they congratulate
each other on a good act.  Saul, suspicious, followed them,
and sees them laughing and hugging.  He storms in and
demands to know what's going on!  Sally explains that they
need a big profit, and knockoffs won't do it.  Getting to
the stores first will!  Darla says.  But we don't have spies
anymore, Saul points out.  Yes we do, we've got the best --
Darla!  Darla shows her glasses and a wig, and she's ready.
But where?  Who to infiltrate?
     1.  Frederick's of Hollywood?
     2.  Victoria's Secret?
     3.  Jaclyn Smith?
     4.  Donna Karan?
     5.  Bill Blass?
     6.  Forrester Fashions?
BING!  The answer is #6, Forrester Fashions.  Like we didn't
know that.  Sally tells Saul that no one else knows about
Project Darla, it'll be their little secret.  Is he in? (she
needs him, he's still the only person she knows that can cut
a pattern from a photograph).  He's in!

     I TOLD YOU NOT TO ORDER OYSTERS WITH CAVIAR, MOTHER

     At the Cafe Russe, Eric chooses a wine from Bin 147.
An excellent choice, but I actually would have preferred the
Chateau Mouton de les Bains-Comte de Rochambeau-Fleur de
lis-Cabernet Sauvignon-Premier Cru '56.  Must be a white
wine, the waiter goes to chill it.
     
     Eric inquires after Molly's health, and Molly says she
was never sick.  Oops! Sheila's expression says.  As a
matter of fact, I got the impression you were about to punt
the proverbial milk pail.  Sheila tells Eric that Mother
doesn't like to talk about her illness.  Molly's adding up
the totals in Sheila's "plus" and "minus" column, and her
lovely daughter is deep in the muck.
     
     The wine isn't the only thing that's chilled, and Eric
senses it.  Molly asks Eric about Sheila, and he says she's
a fine employee and asset to the company.  Has she told you
about her previous employment history?  Molly asks.  Tell
the nice man where you worked.  At a hospital, Mom.  And
what did you do?  I was a nurse, mother.  Sheila is barely
under control.  And what a nurse she was (a.d.)!  Molly
says.  Have I got a story to tell you!  Put a hold on it,
Eric has a call at the bar.  I'll be back.
     
     Sheila can't believe Mother is going to go through with
it.  Molly can't tell that Eric has any feelings for her
other than she's a valuable employee.  All he talks about is
business.  That's all you asked about (a.d.).  All she can
see is another man ready to get hurt, like Scott.  Well, not
if she can help it!  Molly says.  And is there a child
involved?  Sheila doesn't answer.  Molly knows her well
enough to realize that silence means "yes".  I thought so --
another innocent child will get hurt!  No, he finds out now!
     As Eric comes back to the table, Sheila makes ready to
leave.  I don't feel well, she says.  He embraces her
tenderly and asks her to sit down.  Sheila is attemping to
cry, unsuccessfully.  Eric says I have something to tell you
both.  I can see you and your daughter are having a problem,
and I don't like that, because I care very deeply for your
daughter.  Molly is surprised.  Like how -- as a manager
cares for the well-being of his employees?  Well, yes, but
more than that.  Sheila and I have become very close in the
past several weeks, and I guess you could say I'm falling
for her.  Have fallen for her.  Admire her lovely assets,
especially when she doffs her nurse's uniform by a mirror.
Am a total complete dumbhead when it comes to gorgeous women
who carbonate my hormones.  Because of this, I'm in love
with your sexy-as-a-bobcat-in-heat daughter.  Sheila, still
nowhere near tears but making a valiant effort to squeeze
something out of her tearducts, smiles through her facial
contortions at Eric.
     
     Now, what we're you going to tell me about your
daughter that I needed to know, Eric asks?  Oh, uh, nothing,
I just needed to take a TUMS for my tummy.  Sheila takes her
first breath in half an hour and Eric tells Molly she'll
feel better after an excellent meal.  She tells Sheila to
suggest something to her mother from the menu.   Sheila
tells Mom "thank you" with her eyes, and Molly nods back.

     Tune in tomorrow, when Sheila requests of the waiter:
     "Do you think I could have a plate of raw sliced
Spanish onions, please?"

     Jim "Tears 'R Us" Acker
     jgacker@neptune.gsfc.nasa.gov

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