The Bold & The Beautiful Monday 3/2/2020
Episode 11
Time of Day: Same Day; Afternoon
At Forrester Creations, in the Design Room, Steffy and Hope are looking at three mannequins which are all dressed in sundresses and summer clothes. Each of them are wearing big, beachy hats.
HOPE: So, I hope you like what I’m proposing here. I wanted to go for something that would take normal, everyday outfits to new heights. I think by adding the unexpectedness of the beach hats is a great way to catch someone’s eye.
STEFFY: I totally agree. I especially like how it compliments all the outfits. The white sun hat goes very well with the yellow sundress. Did Sally design these?
HOPE: Yes, she did. I miss her already, to be quite honest. No one has an eye like her.
STEFFY: You got that right. I assume that you heard about her trip?
HOPE: Yeah. She told me before she left this morning why she was taking it.
STEFFY: I left the door open for her to return, just in case. However, I won’t lie. My father still needs someone to collaborate with on all future lines. So…
HOPE: You’ve found a replacement?
STEFFY: Yes.
HOPE: What about Zoe's position? Will you be hiring a new model?
STEFFY: I don’t know.
HOPE: Steffy, can I ask you a question about Zoe?
STEFFY: Does it pertain to my brother?
HOPE: Yes.
STEFFY: Hope, I’m not sure it’s appropriate that we talk about the whole Thomas situation at this moment. Nor, do I think it’s appropriate for you to bring it up in front of your superior.
HOPE: Steffy, I’m sorry, but I have to know how you feel about this.
STEFFY: Feel about what?
HOPE: Everything! From Zoe moving halfway across the world, to Douglas being sent to boarding school unexpectedly. You don’t find any of Thomas’ most recent behavior suspicious? There’s no denying he tried to clutch Zoe in his orbit before she left. And, why would he send Douglas off to school? It’s all very odd.
STEFFY: Seriously, Hope? I was shocked by Zoe’s sudden departure. However, she got an amazing opportunity back in London. And, as for my nephew, he is getting one of the best educations that the whole world has to offer. What I see here, and what I think about all of this, is that your just as desperate as ever. And, the reason for your desperation is because you somehow want to prove that Thomas is a bad guy. Well, I got news for you, Hope, he’s not. So, do us all a favor and back off.
At Spencer Publications, in Bill’s Office, Jack and Bill are standing over by the desk. They both shake hands with one another.
JACK: Mr. Spencer, thank you so much for giving me this chance.
BILL: No problem, Jack. Please, have a seat.
Jack sits down in front of the desk. Bill comes around the desk and has a seat in his main chair. He then lets out a sigh and leans back.
BILL: How have you been? I haven’t seen you since you were a little kid.
JACK: I’ve been good. I’ve just been spending all this time with my father and getting a good college education and focusing on my business prospects.
BILL: I saw that you went to Harvard. Impressive.
JACK: Thank you.
BILL: Furthermore, you graduated at the top of your class. That must’ve not been a very easy task to accomplish. I’m sure your classmates were awfully competitive.
JACK: Yes, they were. However, I was sure to beat out the competition at every turn. After all, at the end of the day, that’s what’s most important.
Bill smiles at Jack’s admission.
At the Logan Mansion, in the Master Bedroom, Brooke and Ridge are laying in bed, under the covers. They have just finished making love. Brooke is propped up by Ridge’s chest.
BROOKE: That was absolutely amazing. And, it was totally worth taking the rest of the day as a personal day from work.
RIDGE: That was a good call you made.
BROOKE: (laughs) I like to think so. It has been a long time since I’ve felt this close to you, Ridge. I’ve missed it so very much.
RIDGE: I’ve missed this too, Logan.
BROOKE: Just think, pretty soon, you’ll have your things moved back in and then we can continue our lives with one another.
RIDGE: For better or worse.
BROOKE: Definitely. And, you know what, I think I have an idea about how we should reintroduce ourselves as Mr. and Mrs. Forrester all over again.
RIDGE: What do you mean?
BROOKE: I think that we should invite all of LA to an over the top, extravagant, elegant, gathering at the Forrester mansion. It’ll be just like old times. And, to top it all off, it’ll let everyone know that our marriage and love for one another is still going strong.
Back at Forrester Creations, in the Design Room, Steffy begins to remove the beach hats and other accessories from the mannequins. She puts them on the table.
HOPE: Steffy, I’m sorry. You’re right, this was wrong to discuss with you.
STEFFY: (turning around/sighs) I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.
HOPE: No, it’s fine. It was perfectly valid. I understand where you’re coming from. Look, what Thomas did to both of us was wrong. And, in a way, I haven’t gotten over it.
STEFFY: I haven’t either, Hope. But, I’m trying to get through it. Since my mother got back into town, I promised her and Thomas that I would try. I’m trying. He is too. We’re trying to get on a path to a normal brother/sister relationship.
HOPE: That’s good. Despite what I think of Thomas, if you think that’s right, then by all means, go for it, Steffy. I’m sure it’ll make you happy.
STEFFY: Yeah, it will. Look, I better report back to the marketing team so they can start drafting up some press releases as a little tease for your next line. If you’ll excuse me…
HOPE: Of course.
Steffy walks out of the room. Hope takes a deep breath.
Back at the Logan Mansion, in the Master Bedroom, Brooke is still laying in bed. She is now wearing a pink, silk robe. Meanwhile, Ridge is sitting on the small bench at the foot of the bed. He is wearing a pair of pajama pants, with his shirt off. It is apparent he just finished a phone call. He is hanging up his phone. He then turns around and crawls back into bed, next to Brooke.
RIDGE: Alright, it’s all settled.
BROOKE: I’m so glad that Eric let us have the house for this party.
RIDGE: Me too. Logan, this is a great idea you have. I also had a thought of my own when it comes to this party you want to throw.
BROOKE: Do tell.
RIDGE: What if we reveal at the party that you, me, and Hope will be reviving the product of BeLieF for the modern day fashion world?
BROOKE: That could be absolutely wonderful to show the family. I cannot wait to be back in the lab working with those chemicals to come up with that new formula.
RIDGE: And, I can’t wait for you to improve upon it. Yet, that’s the essence of who you are. You’re just someone that keeps getting better.
Ridge begins to kiss Brooke’s neck.
BROOKE: (laughs) Oh, Mr. Forrester.
Brooke wraps her legs around Ridge.
Back at Spencer Publications, in Bill’s Office, Bill is looking through Jack’s file.
BILL: In addition to being the top of your class at Harvard, you’ve also done a lot of charitable work. I like seeing that in someone your age.
JACK: Thank you, Mr. Spencer.
BILL: Your file list that you worked with Alcoholics Anonymous. It says that you raised the organization enough money to help one thousand people get into rehab.
JACK: That is correct. Considering what my mother went through, I thought it’d be important to spearhead that as a cause of mine.
BILL: Interesting. Speaking of your mother, how is Taylor?
JACK: She’s good. But, do we really have to discuss my mother?
BILL: No, not at all.
JACK: Thank you.
BILL: The last thing I want to discuss is Taylor shooting me.
JACK: I understand. Sorry about that.
BILL: Not your fault. Anyway…
Before Bill can get another word in, Taylor barges into the office.
TAYLOR: Stop! Stop right there!
Jack and Bill stand and go to her.
JACK: Mom, what are you doing here?
TAYLOR: I’m here to stop this meeting from going any further. Bill, I don’t want you to hire my son for any spot at your company. And, Jack, just like I this morning, I highly advise you not to take any offer he gives you. After all, it’d be the equivalent of working for the Devil himself.
The camera zooms in on Taylor’s determined expression.
END OF EPISODE 11
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