From: jgacker@NEPTUNE.GSFC.NASA.GOV (James G. Acker)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps
Subject: B&B:  All H*ll Breaks Loose Update for Thurs, July 30
Date: 31 Jul 92 14:52:13 GMT



	A torrential storm.  A freighter, seized by the fierce winds,
attempts to navigate the entrance to Tampa Bay.  The elements seize the
ship and hurl it into a support piling for the Sunshine Skyway, causing 
the bridge to collapse and several fatalities as drivers go over the
edge!

	THE SHIP HITS THE SPAN!

	A can, with a familiar logo and a key.  A metal strip is unwound
around the can, unsealing the gummy mass of meat inside.  A knife slices
a half-inch of the pink meat from the mass, and it is dropped onto a 
hot skillet, and begins to sizzle.

	THE SPAM HITS THE PAN!

	Basically what we had yesterday on "The Bold and the Beautiful"

Storyline-by-storyline, insipid first:

	RIDGE & ERIC

	Ridge and Eric go over designs (champagne and raw silk? What?) --
business is looking supreme.  They talk.  How was the party?  Eric asks.
Just fine, we expected you and Brooke.  Brooke wasn't up to it and
I didn't want to go alone, Eric explains.  Felicia brought a nice guy
but not THE guy.  Stephanie was walking on air, nothing fazes her these
days.  I've heard that, Eric says.  What do you think of Jack Hamilton?
Ridge hesitates.  My opinion?  (i.e. not Taylor's?) -- he's a good
decent honest man.  That's good, Eric says, I was beginning to worry
about Steph's constant obsession with me.  Ridge suggests that maybe
that's what he's doing with Brooke.
	Brooke?  Yeah, Brooke.  Clinging and dependent, trying to hang on,
Ridge suggests.  Eric admits that he did, but not any more -- he's got a 
"new attitude"  (strains of Patti Labelle fill the air).  Why is that?
Ridge asks.  Our new nurse, Sheila, and I share a certain special "fondness"
for one another.  She makes me feel like a new man -- I'm not behooven to
Brooke's whims anymore.  Well I'll be a stopped-up river, Ridge says.  I'll
have to meet this Sheila gal.  Eric says, oops, gotta run, we've got a lunch
date right now.

	SHEILA, JUDY, AND OLD NEWS IS BAD NEWS

	Sheila gets up from her infirmary desk and steps out into the
hall, body-checking Judy the nurse/nanny.  Judy is nervous to see
Sheila.  Sheila asks where she's going and what she's doing?  Here to see
Mr. Forrester, Judy says.  And what's this?  Sheila says, stooping to
pick up an old issue of the Genoa City paper, featuring her obituary on
the front page.  Judy tries to take it back, but Sheila hisses like
a spitting cobra and drags Judy into the infirmary.
	(Sorry I can't remember all the dialogue)  Sheila says what do 
you have this paper for?  Judy tells her that she thinks Mr. Forrester 
ought to know the whole herstory of Sheila's tainted past, including the
ex-husband, the switched baby, and the inconvenient death.  That's old
news, Sheila says.  Judy says you'd better explain why you're here and 
what you're trying to do to the Forresters!
	Sheila goes into hysterical/histrionic/hijinks mode, saying how
she lost the husband and the baby she loved, was lost, didn't know where to
go, who to turn to, where her next meal was coming from, if she'd ever have
a roof over her head, if she'd ever get another acting gig -- until she
got an offer from Bill Bell and Eric Forrester to come out and start over
in L.A.!  It's been so great, Eric is so wonderful -- I'm begging/pleading/
groveling/kowtowing/debasing myself in order that you don't tell Eric 
about this!  Judy wavers slightly.  Eric knocks, is surprised to find
Judy.  Hi!  Sheila composes herself quickly and says she's ready.  Eric's
got a 1:00 so they're in a rush.  At the door, Judy says wait, I have
something very important to tell you, Mr. Forrester!  Sheila is hyper-
ventilating!

	TORN BETWEEN TWO LOVERS -- FEELIN' LIKE A FOOL

	Macy's in with Sally.  Sally says how great a guy Jack Hamilton 
is -- honest, decent, a competent accountant, saintly, and a fox.  I'm
getting to rely on him more and more every day.  How was the party? she
asks Macy.  Was Thorne there?  He certainly was, Ollie.  And not alone --
he was cozy with Karen Spencer.  Sally is aghast -- Stephanie would allow
her married son to bring Another Woman to the party?  She's not going to
get my nomination for "Mother of the Year"!  No problem, Macy says, because
I'm going to fight to get Thorne back into my life as his wife -- starting
with a move back into our apartment.  She hits the road.
	Seque apartmento.  Karen and Thorne apparently haven't stopped
kissing since last night, thought they did change clothes.  They talk about
how it's been going on all night (talking in the car).  Karen admits that 
at the party, she was half-hoping to see Ridge.  Because of the crush
she had on him.  Thorne gets conflicted.  But Karen reassures him that once
they were there, he was the only thing on her mind!  They get passionate --
Karen tells him that she "wants" him, doesn't "want" her?   Thorne says yes.
But I have to tell you, I am the other virgin in the U.S.A.  Be gentle.
Thorne says before you do that, why don't I be utterly stupid and have you
move in with me?
	Karen thinks about it?  Even though I'd like to, what about Macy?
Thorne goes into macho-male-stupido mode, saying look around.  Macy hasn't
been around here for a month, the plants are dying, she hasn't cooked 
my meals, washed my clothes, or fixed my green eggs and ham for dinner!
She obviously doesn't love me anymore!  I don't want to be a bachelor-man,
I want someone living here who loves me and wants to bouncy-jouncy on a
daily basis!
	(This is actually close to what Thorne said.  The writer(s) made him
sound like an utter twit in this scene.  Of course, the character has 
been like that for a long time.)
	Karen's convinced.  She leaves to go get pack and tell Daddy the
wonderful news.
	Thorne starts to pick up around the messy apartment.  The doorbell
rings.  "That was fast!"  Thorne thinks.  He opens the door.  It's Macy,
with a sultry, low "Hello, Thorne!"  Uh-oh.
	Macy looks around.  What a mess!  she says.  It's basically your
fault, Thorne-twit says.  I know, I know, but I want to get going again.
Where the h*ll were you?  Thorne asks.  Traveling, thinking  (musta been on
her real-life honeymoon, methinks).  I did a lot of thinking, and I 
realized we were important -- we've got a lot of catching up to do, in 
a LOT of AREAS (winkwink).  And I've arranged to have my things brought
over so's I can move back in with you?  Isn't that what you wanted?
I'm sorry for the last few months, you can understand what with your
family's accusations and all, I blamed you.  That's over now.  She takes him
in her arms.
	You, uh, realize, I've been seeing someone for awhile.  I know,
Karen Spencer.  Can't mean much, though.  We've become quite close, Thorne
opines.  But it can't be that deep, Macy says, it's been hardly a month.
Some time longer than a month, Thorne retorts.  They appear to be going
closer -- Macy is definitely in a "why don't we go over things in detail
in the bedroom" mode -- says the "I want you" invitation --
when the doorbell rings.  Darn, just as the temperature (among other 
things) was starting to rise, Macy thinks (it was in her expression!). 
	She goes to get the door as Thorne looks like he could use a case
of Rolaids and Excedrin.  Macy opens and finds Karen at the door.
"Macy!  What are you doing here?"  Karen asks.  Macy's expression is now
one of extreme ticked-offedness.

	The fuse is lit!  I was laughing myself silly at the sheer
bravado in both the Sheila/Eric/Judy scene and the Thorne/Karen/Macy
scene!  Talk about being frustrated, Thorny-boy!  Two steaming platters
ready to be served, and you're hungry!

	Jim "I wonder who the other one is?" Acker
	jgacker@neptune.gsfc.nasa.gov

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