From: jgacker@news.gsfc.nasa.gov (James G. Acker)
Subject: Y&R:  B&B:  Monday update
Summary:  incendiary
Keywords: homicide, kidnapping, lying, stealing, high phone bills
Organization: Goddard Space Flight Center
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 17:26:28 GMT



     I'm adding the Y&R folks to the B&B folks for this
pertinent update to the Lauren/Sheila storyline.  First, a
quick summary of Friday's events.

     Brooke visits Lauren at the hotel.  They make nice, and
Lauren tells all about the badness of Sheila, without
mentioning her by name.  We get a replay of the violence in
the lab between Funnomore and Stealya.  Brooke can't believe
it, and comments that that woman is major dangerous.  Lauren
says "Was... she paid for it with her life."  Lauren is
equally dumbfounded by the questionable paternity of Fetus
Forrester, and also that Brooke could think that Ridge could
drag himself away from Taylor's bosoms.  Speaking of
Taylor's bosoms, Ridge is quite close to them as Taylor has
yet to make it to the office.  A delivery boy brings some
flowers, but the loving couple ignore him, giving the
delivery boy an Eyeful WOWer! through the window as he
leaves the flowers at the door (I could not believe this
little scene -- is Bill Bell condoning voyeurism?  Well, I
probably might've glanced too.  Still...)  Post-action, they
go out to find the flowers on the doorsill.  Taylor is
actively put out to find out the flowers are from Brooke
(tons of roses, natch), but Ridge chides her to read the
note.  The flowers are for Taylor, thanking her for being so
understanding when Ridge toiled late into the night at the
lab.
     Meanwhile, Sheila is on her way to the hotel to see
Lauren.  She has an accident turning into the hotel lot,
delaying her arrival so that she just misses Brooke on the
down elevator.  Sheila goes to the door and knocks.  Lauren
wonders "Who could that be?"

     And of course, Monday on "The Bold and the Beautiful"

(I'm playing this mostly straight.)

     THINGS ARE ALWAYS BLEAKEST WHEN YOU'RE TOTALLY OUT OF
CASH

     Sally is miserable.  Jack, leaving for the day,
comforts her and tells her "As God as my witness, you'll
never be hungry again!"  (So much for playing it straight.)
Sally thanks him for the cash, but by the end of the week
they'll be standing in line at the Salvation Army.
Something will get them out of this jam, Jack promises.
They hug.  Oh thank you, Jack.  But I'm late, and gotta go.
They hug again.  Oh thank you, thank you, Jack.  I am really
late and I really gotta go!  Jack leaves, and Sally wonders
how much Metamucil he chugged that morning.

     ALL REVVED UP AND NO PLACE TO SHOW

     Stephanie, basically in black, is at the window.
Ridge, also in black, asks Mom what she's doing -- did you
get that dressed up to feed the kitty?  No, I'm waiting for
Jack, who's usually very early, and now he's five minutes
late.  Lighten up, Momster, he's probably driving through
downtown and stopped to pick up a VCR at a fire sale.  Or at
a fire.  Why don't you leave a note and come to the cocktail
party?  Sally considers, and says she'd better wait.  Ridge
exits, reminding Stephanie that the house is empty and the
bed is cold.  Sally waits, and waits, and finally decides to
go tip a few brews at the Forrester Festiva.  Ding-dong.
It's Jack, saying that he's arriving extremely early for
tomorrow night's date.  Good try, smoothie.  You look
extremely elegant, I didn't know we were going out for
dinner?  We're not, and before it gets to your eyes, why
don't you step inside?

     YOU'RE HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH A NURSE?  THAT SURE
MAKES IT CONVENIENT TO PLAY DOCTOR

     Eric fills an expanding Brooke in on the new woman in
his life, steamy and sweaty Nurse Sheila.  Brooke is a
little surprised but congratulates Eric on his lack of
taste.  That's what kept me with you, honeykins.  He
reminisces over old times.  Are you really over it?  Brooke
asks.  He takes the Old Granddad route on that one (pleads
the fifth, hardy har).  They remove themselves to gladhand
with the fashion notables at the cocktail party.

     - SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES
or
     - RESURRECTION BECOMES HER
or
     - DON'T CRY OVER THE SPILLED MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS

     Sheila knocks.  Lauren comes to the door and opens it,
demonstrating proper form (a 9 1/2 from the judges) on a
shocked "back-from-the-dead" reaction.  She screams "NOOO!"
and slams the door.  Sheila knocks again.  "It can't be!"
Lauren whispers.  She opens the door, peeking through the
crack.  "It's me," Sheila says, slowly pushing it open.  "I
have to talk to you."
     Sheila explains that she's not going to hurt Lauren
ever again.  "You're dead!" Lauren says.  "They found the
body..."   Sheila explains that the barbeque was the
unfortunate meter reader.  She got out the back door.  Then
she movingly bares her soul to Lauren, she's changed, she's
in love, she started a new life, she really and truly
regrets all the horrible, terrible, vile things she did to
Lauren, etc.  It goes on.  She had to come because she's in
love with this wonderful, famous man, and Lauren would have
found out about it.  She wants to GET ON WITH HER LIFE, but
she can't until she can convince Lauren to forgive her.
Lauren has backed up to the table with the phone.  At this
point, Lauren quickly picks up the phone and starts to dial.
"Never!"  she says, "I'm calling the police!"
     Sheila gently yet firmly takes the phone out of
Lauren's hands and puts it on the table.  "You don't want to
do that, Lauren," Sheila says, with only a hint of fluster.
She goes on to say that Lauren could make her pay for all
she did, and she deserves to pay, but she suffered, cried,
wore a hair shirt when she came to L.A., tried self-
flagellation and liked it...  But would revenge make Lauren
a better person?  Would everybody be happier?  Would the ozone
layer be restored?   Would the federal budget get balanced?  No!
So what's the point?  Sheila asks Lauren if Lauren wants her to
grovel, get on her knees, beg, plead, cajole, entreat her to
forgive her?  She'll do it!  Lauren is the key to all her
happiness, her future life.  Please forgive me, Lauren!  How
about it?
     "I want to make you pay for everything you did to me,"
Lauren answers, voice gritty and seething.  "I'm going to
call the police now.  If you want to stop me, you'll have to
kill me!"
     Judging by the expression on her face, this is not the
answer Sheila was counting on!

     Is it a test?  Or is it the real deal?  Anybody checked
the expiration date on Kimberlin Brown's contract?

     Jim "yeah, I'm kind of intrigued myself" Acker
     jgacker@neptune.gsfc.nasa.gov




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